Jou: Hey, I love you! You faithful reviewers, you have saved my life and
this story! You shall very thanked and rewarded! Anyway, Aerin's still on
vacation, so no problems there. I'm just going to let you read the story
because, well, I left you with a cliffie last time, and you're probably
thinking "What the @$&#$ is this $&&%^ woman talking about?!?!" So, I'll
shut up and let you go on.
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Irry stood paralyzed caught in Aerin's gaze. Her eyes, they had been covered over with silver, but the back round was a deep, deep blue-violet. The colour would have been considered comforting had it not been for the raging fire in the very depths of her eyes, burning his own dark gray ones.
He felt Aerin's eyes travel down to his hands, where he held the dragon necklace and the ruby earring. Irrylath watched as her eyes opened wide and she sat slowly up, and looked up, back into his eyes again. She was whispering something, but it was too quiet for Irry to hear. He moved closer to her so he could hear her, very close.
"You found my necklace. My mother gave that to me right before she died." Aerin stretched out her hand slowly so she could take the necklace. As her fingers brushed his hand, Irry's stomach did a sudden sweeping sensation. Instead of just giving it to her, Irrylath slipped it out of her fingers and eased over her head and onto her graceful neck. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." For some reason, maybe it was the silence around him, Irry found himself whispering as quietly as Aerin was. He slipped the earring out of view before Aerin could see it, and claim it as hers. He needed to go and find his cousin now, and King Arnyas, who might just be in for the surprise of his life.
Standing up to leave, Irry felt a tiny hand entwine in his, weaving the fingers around his own. He looked down at his hand, and saw that Aerin was staring up at him with pleading eyes.
"Don't go."
No, he couldn't leave her she was all alone! What was he thinking, of course she wasn't alone, Anzu was constantly by her side. He had to leave now, before she could persuade him to stay. This was important. He didn't have a choice.
"I have to, but I'll come back soon, Aerin. I promise."
And without a back wards glance at the girl on the bed who was string after him, Irrylath left in search for his cousin and Aerin's might-be father.
*****Another Part of the Palace*****
Seth was in his rooms, when he heard a knocking on the large doors. Ra cursed people, why can't they just leave me alone to my work, he thought going to the door. They tell me to get something done, then they come and bother me until I don't have any more time to do as they ask!
Opening the door in what most would call a foul mood, Seth half-shouted "What?!"
To his astonishment, he found Isis standing there with a very shocked look on her face. This wasn't what he usually found at the door, Isis usually left him alone and went the other direction. After a moment's silence between the two, Seth re-asked his question in his cold voice. "What do you need? I'm busy now."
"If you're busy, I can come back later, High Priest." Isis's crystal blue eyes locked into Seth's ice blue ones. "It is not so important as to disrupt your very urgent work." She turned to leave, arms folded across her chest.
"Wait." Seth heard himself say much to his own surprise. Shaking himself mentally, he added "It must have been pretty important for you to actually come find me in my rooms."
Isis turned her face to meet the young priest's gaze. "Some say I am brave for talking so boldly, but I must say you are also quite out spoken." She smiled a half-smile that only lifted on one side when she saw his face after she had made that remark. "You think that everyone should cower before, but I'm here to show you that I will never bow to you in fear."
Seth, for once, was hurt by what someone had said about him. He couldn't believe that anyone would talk to him that way, especially a woman, who he was accustomed to fawning over him. However, none had ever insulted him to his face, at least that is, until now.
His feelings and facial expressions hadn't been out of use for the past few years for nothing, though. To Isis, it looked as though she hadn't said a thing that might have offended a body. She heaved a silent sigh; she had been trying to get him to realize that he needed to come out of his shell. There were people in the world that needed him and his love, if he had any at all.
Smiling his own heart-breaking smirk, he returned "If that is all, you were right, it was not important. Thank you, however, for that interesting information. I'll be sure to keep it in mind when, I mean if, I ever speak to you again. Farewell."
He had begun to shut the door on her when her voice interrupted his actions. "I'll see you at tonight's ball, will I not?"
"Perhaps." Seth closed the door the rest of the way, and walked quickly back over to his bed. What was this feeling? It kept throbbing dully in the back round whenever that woman was around. 'Just stay away from her, Seth, keep away from her.'
*****The Gardens*****
Yami was walking alone out in the gardens, when he heard foot falls behind him. Turning around, he saw Irrylath almost running towards him with a mixed expression of stress and anxiety. Moreover, in his hand, he held a small earring that looked like the signs of royalty that only princesses could wear.
"Yami, I think you could be right." Irry said breathlessly. "I think that Aerin is the lost princess. Look what I found at the river this morning!" After getting his breath back, the prince told the pharaoh what he had found, where he had found it, and what had happened.
"Come, cousin, we must go and find King Arnyas quickly!" Yami said, standing up and taking a hold of Irry's arm. "If we show him the earring, and can claim it as his daughter's, then we show it to Aerin, and she claims it as her own, then we have a match!"
Irrylath and Yami raced down the rows and rows in the gardens, not considering the fact that it was inappropriate for royalty to run like that. They arrived at the palace entrance and met Anzu, or in other words, Yami crashed into Anzu and knocked her over. Irry kept running after his cousin had fallen on top of the servant girl, thinking it was all very funny.
Behind him was a very red pharaoh on a very, very red servant girl...
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Jou: I love my big sister! ^_____________________^ You know who you are! I love you! And I love everyone who reviewed this thing I call a story! To those of you whose stories I read (almost all of you), you need to update too! Bye!
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Irry stood paralyzed caught in Aerin's gaze. Her eyes, they had been covered over with silver, but the back round was a deep, deep blue-violet. The colour would have been considered comforting had it not been for the raging fire in the very depths of her eyes, burning his own dark gray ones.
He felt Aerin's eyes travel down to his hands, where he held the dragon necklace and the ruby earring. Irrylath watched as her eyes opened wide and she sat slowly up, and looked up, back into his eyes again. She was whispering something, but it was too quiet for Irry to hear. He moved closer to her so he could hear her, very close.
"You found my necklace. My mother gave that to me right before she died." Aerin stretched out her hand slowly so she could take the necklace. As her fingers brushed his hand, Irry's stomach did a sudden sweeping sensation. Instead of just giving it to her, Irrylath slipped it out of her fingers and eased over her head and onto her graceful neck. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." For some reason, maybe it was the silence around him, Irry found himself whispering as quietly as Aerin was. He slipped the earring out of view before Aerin could see it, and claim it as hers. He needed to go and find his cousin now, and King Arnyas, who might just be in for the surprise of his life.
Standing up to leave, Irry felt a tiny hand entwine in his, weaving the fingers around his own. He looked down at his hand, and saw that Aerin was staring up at him with pleading eyes.
"Don't go."
No, he couldn't leave her she was all alone! What was he thinking, of course she wasn't alone, Anzu was constantly by her side. He had to leave now, before she could persuade him to stay. This was important. He didn't have a choice.
"I have to, but I'll come back soon, Aerin. I promise."
And without a back wards glance at the girl on the bed who was string after him, Irrylath left in search for his cousin and Aerin's might-be father.
*****Another Part of the Palace*****
Seth was in his rooms, when he heard a knocking on the large doors. Ra cursed people, why can't they just leave me alone to my work, he thought going to the door. They tell me to get something done, then they come and bother me until I don't have any more time to do as they ask!
Opening the door in what most would call a foul mood, Seth half-shouted "What?!"
To his astonishment, he found Isis standing there with a very shocked look on her face. This wasn't what he usually found at the door, Isis usually left him alone and went the other direction. After a moment's silence between the two, Seth re-asked his question in his cold voice. "What do you need? I'm busy now."
"If you're busy, I can come back later, High Priest." Isis's crystal blue eyes locked into Seth's ice blue ones. "It is not so important as to disrupt your very urgent work." She turned to leave, arms folded across her chest.
"Wait." Seth heard himself say much to his own surprise. Shaking himself mentally, he added "It must have been pretty important for you to actually come find me in my rooms."
Isis turned her face to meet the young priest's gaze. "Some say I am brave for talking so boldly, but I must say you are also quite out spoken." She smiled a half-smile that only lifted on one side when she saw his face after she had made that remark. "You think that everyone should cower before, but I'm here to show you that I will never bow to you in fear."
Seth, for once, was hurt by what someone had said about him. He couldn't believe that anyone would talk to him that way, especially a woman, who he was accustomed to fawning over him. However, none had ever insulted him to his face, at least that is, until now.
His feelings and facial expressions hadn't been out of use for the past few years for nothing, though. To Isis, it looked as though she hadn't said a thing that might have offended a body. She heaved a silent sigh; she had been trying to get him to realize that he needed to come out of his shell. There were people in the world that needed him and his love, if he had any at all.
Smiling his own heart-breaking smirk, he returned "If that is all, you were right, it was not important. Thank you, however, for that interesting information. I'll be sure to keep it in mind when, I mean if, I ever speak to you again. Farewell."
He had begun to shut the door on her when her voice interrupted his actions. "I'll see you at tonight's ball, will I not?"
"Perhaps." Seth closed the door the rest of the way, and walked quickly back over to his bed. What was this feeling? It kept throbbing dully in the back round whenever that woman was around. 'Just stay away from her, Seth, keep away from her.'
*****The Gardens*****
Yami was walking alone out in the gardens, when he heard foot falls behind him. Turning around, he saw Irrylath almost running towards him with a mixed expression of stress and anxiety. Moreover, in his hand, he held a small earring that looked like the signs of royalty that only princesses could wear.
"Yami, I think you could be right." Irry said breathlessly. "I think that Aerin is the lost princess. Look what I found at the river this morning!" After getting his breath back, the prince told the pharaoh what he had found, where he had found it, and what had happened.
"Come, cousin, we must go and find King Arnyas quickly!" Yami said, standing up and taking a hold of Irry's arm. "If we show him the earring, and can claim it as his daughter's, then we show it to Aerin, and she claims it as her own, then we have a match!"
Irrylath and Yami raced down the rows and rows in the gardens, not considering the fact that it was inappropriate for royalty to run like that. They arrived at the palace entrance and met Anzu, or in other words, Yami crashed into Anzu and knocked her over. Irry kept running after his cousin had fallen on top of the servant girl, thinking it was all very funny.
Behind him was a very red pharaoh on a very, very red servant girl...
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Jou: I love my big sister! ^_____________________^ You know who you are! I love you! And I love everyone who reviewed this thing I call a story! To those of you whose stories I read (almost all of you), you need to update too! Bye!