For some reason this story seems wrong, probably because Drizzt is acting like an ass. Sorry, but that will soon change…
Chapter 3--Just Friends
A soft tap on the door awoke Drizzt from a light doze. He was tempted to ignore it then changed his mind. He was rather ashamed of how he'd snubbed Catti-brie. My tangled emotions aren't her fault. Her friendship will have to be enough he thought. He got up and opened the door. It was Catti-brie as he expected.
"Ye were takin' a nap? I be sorry I woke ye," Catti-brie said.
"It's alright. I'm the one that should be apologizing. I was rude to you and I'm sorry," Drizzt said.
"That's all right, you have a right to be an ass once in a while, but don't ye do that again or I'll have Bruenor on yer head," Catti-brie said and hugged him.
Drizzt fought back a shiver at her touch. "Don't worry, I won't, Cat," he said. "Did you want something?"
Catti-brie ended the hug and stepped back. "We've been invited to Silverymoon for a celebration by Lady Alustriel herself. Isn't that wonderful?" she said.
"Very, when are we leaving?" Drizzt asked.
"In a week, so we have time to prepare and time to make it," Catti-brie said. She giggled. "The message offered the use of one of Alustriel's fire chariot, but da said he'd rather pick a goblin's nose then ride in one of those things again."
Drizzt laughed, Catti-brie had told him all about that incident. "Sounds like him, I suppose I should get busy," he said.
"Actually we have something to do," Catti-brie said. She took Drizzt's arm and pulled him out of the room. "We have to go into town and see the seamstress," she said.
"Why the seamstress?" Drizzt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Catti-brie stopped and made a big show of looking him over. "Ye need proper clothes and a trim, yer lookin' shaggy," she said.
"I resent that," Drizzt said, trying not to laugh as they moved off again.
They headed straight for Bryn Shander. Catti-brie confidently led the way straight to the seamstress. "She's really good and she's fast," she said and opened the door.
An older woman came out of the back to greet them. "Oh good day, Lady Battlehammmer, what can I do for you?" she asked.
"Nothing, but Drizzt needs very nice clothes suited for a formal gatherin'," Catti-brie said and nudged Drizzt forward. "I'll be back after I see about that trim, Drizzt." She left before Drizzt could protest.
"Now, I'm Lena, Master Do'Urden. Come with me and let's see what I can do for you," the seamstress said.
Drizzt followed her, swearing that he'd get Catti-brie for this. Two long hours passed and Drizzt was heartily sick of the whole business. He knew that Catti-brie was purposely taking a long time to return.
"Perhaps this color for the shirt," Lena said, interrupting his thoughts. She displayed a bolt of purple silk.
"Definitely not, I'll look like a procurer or an escort," Drizzt protested. It was the worse color he'd ever seen and he wouldn't be caught dead in it.
"Well, perhaps that isn't the right color for you," Lena admitted. "I know, we'll use black leather for the britches and tunic, silver for the shirt and trim the tunic in silver."
Much to Drizzt's relief the door opened and Catti-brie walked in. "All done, Lena? We should go," she said.
"Yes, the clothes will be done in two days," Lena said. "Good day."
Drizzt was more then glad to leave. "If this person cutting my hair messes it up, I'll strangle him," he warned.
"He won't," Catti-brie said. She led Drizzt up the street. Another hour later they were able to return to the mines just in time for lunch.
"What in the nine hells happened to yer hair, Drow?" Bruenor asked.
Drizzt mock-scowled. "I'll tie knots in your beard," he retorted.
"Oh, da, stop. I think it looks very nice," Catti-brie said.
Bruenor smirked, but continued with his meal. He was pleased that Drizzt was back to his old self….
I know, not much happening, but that will change very soon….R/R please!!!