I know, I know. I really should be writhing chapter 5 to Jumping off a
Cliff and Falling in Love, but I HAD WRIGHTERS BLOCK!! GARHHH!! Anyway, in
a futile serch for inspiration, I was reading "The Brilliant Dance," by
Blazing-moon, and I got this sudden idea for a completely different story.
What if Mel had really gone the Extra Mile in discovering who her Unknown
was? I know perfectly well that if Mel had really set her mind to it, she
could have found out about Danric sooooo much sooner, opposed to him just
blatantly coming out and saying it. (Ok, so when in his history has
Vidanric ever been Blatant??? He confessed his love truly and elegantly,
except....except...HE WAS'NT TALKING TO ME!! WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!) So, anyway,
ON WITH THE SHOW!!
Meliara-
In keeping faith with your stated desire to have the truth of my observations, permit me to observe that you have a remarkable ability to win partisans. If you choose to dismiss this gift and believe yourself powerless, then of course you are powerless; but the potential is still there- you are merely pushing it away with both hands
Ignorance, if you will honor me with permission to take issue with your words, is a matter of definition- or possibly degree. To be aware of one's lack of knowledge is merely untutored, a state that you seem to be aggressively attempting to change. A true ignorant is unaware of this lack.
To bring our discourse from the general to the specific, I offer my congratulation in the Affair Tamara. She intended to do you ill. You apparently didn't see it, or appeared not to see it. It was most effective- perhaps the only effective- means of scouting her plans for your undoing. Now her reputation is in your hands.
This is not evidence of lack of influence.
Countess Meliara Astiar of Tlanth sat on her bed and stared at the letter in her hand. She was sure that she knew the wrighter, and yet his identity was a mystery. He had obviously been at the "Gathering" Tamara had held that previous night, and yet he congratulated her for getting herself drunk! He was also, apparently, aware of the many late nights she had stayed up in the Library at Athanarel, tirelessly reading up on court history, or politics, or government, only to have her knowledge tested the very next morning when she wrote to him again.
Indeed, Mel had quite a time keeping up with this Unknown, who, while having the same interests as her, he had a far more extensive knowledge than she. But, the odd thing was, no matter what book she had buried herself in the night before, there was always his letter questions about the ethics of the author, or asking her opinion on something stated in the book....It's almost as if he was spying on me, She thought. Life, it was hard enough already to walk in to that library alcove every night without fail, and select what she would learn about that night; all under the scrutinizing gray gaze of the Marquis of Shevraeth. Mel sometimes wondered what he was doing there every night. She knew from her rare visits to the Royal Wing that he had a huge study there, and that all manner of books, or ink, or paper was available to him from there. And yet, he is at the alcove every single night, writhing, or reading, or just sitting there, she thought. Even when I know perfectly well that he has to be somewhere else, he is always at that alcove. Like he was...waiting for something.... Mel dismissed that thought from her mind. If she did not hurry she would be late for breakfast with Nee-- A thought entered Mel's mind. Nee has been at court all her life, and surely she has the ability to recognize one person's handwrighting? With this in mind, Mel set off for the quarters Nee was sharing with Bran.
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Yes, I know it's short, but I have to go climb. I rock climb lots, and the wall opens at noon. Now, it's 11:43, and I still have to shower and braid up my hair. I really hope that you guys like it, and, I would just like to ask for any ideas you might have concerning Chapter 5. I'm really stuck. I don't know why, but it takes me ages just to wright one measly little paragraph! I'll give you gold! Pleeeeese, help me!!
PS: I am starting a new fan cite for CC/D. I'm still putting it together, but I hope it's gonna be good. It's called Athararel, and I plan to have this huge posting of all this fan stuff, like art and fics, but it might take a while. Now, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, My cite. As soon as I get it up and running, I will need help to keep it that way, so anyone who knows html coding is welcome to help. See Ya!
Meliara-
In keeping faith with your stated desire to have the truth of my observations, permit me to observe that you have a remarkable ability to win partisans. If you choose to dismiss this gift and believe yourself powerless, then of course you are powerless; but the potential is still there- you are merely pushing it away with both hands
Ignorance, if you will honor me with permission to take issue with your words, is a matter of definition- or possibly degree. To be aware of one's lack of knowledge is merely untutored, a state that you seem to be aggressively attempting to change. A true ignorant is unaware of this lack.
To bring our discourse from the general to the specific, I offer my congratulation in the Affair Tamara. She intended to do you ill. You apparently didn't see it, or appeared not to see it. It was most effective- perhaps the only effective- means of scouting her plans for your undoing. Now her reputation is in your hands.
This is not evidence of lack of influence.
Countess Meliara Astiar of Tlanth sat on her bed and stared at the letter in her hand. She was sure that she knew the wrighter, and yet his identity was a mystery. He had obviously been at the "Gathering" Tamara had held that previous night, and yet he congratulated her for getting herself drunk! He was also, apparently, aware of the many late nights she had stayed up in the Library at Athanarel, tirelessly reading up on court history, or politics, or government, only to have her knowledge tested the very next morning when she wrote to him again.
Indeed, Mel had quite a time keeping up with this Unknown, who, while having the same interests as her, he had a far more extensive knowledge than she. But, the odd thing was, no matter what book she had buried herself in the night before, there was always his letter questions about the ethics of the author, or asking her opinion on something stated in the book....It's almost as if he was spying on me, She thought. Life, it was hard enough already to walk in to that library alcove every night without fail, and select what she would learn about that night; all under the scrutinizing gray gaze of the Marquis of Shevraeth. Mel sometimes wondered what he was doing there every night. She knew from her rare visits to the Royal Wing that he had a huge study there, and that all manner of books, or ink, or paper was available to him from there. And yet, he is at the alcove every single night, writhing, or reading, or just sitting there, she thought. Even when I know perfectly well that he has to be somewhere else, he is always at that alcove. Like he was...waiting for something.... Mel dismissed that thought from her mind. If she did not hurry she would be late for breakfast with Nee-- A thought entered Mel's mind. Nee has been at court all her life, and surely she has the ability to recognize one person's handwrighting? With this in mind, Mel set off for the quarters Nee was sharing with Bran.
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Yes, I know it's short, but I have to go climb. I rock climb lots, and the wall opens at noon. Now, it's 11:43, and I still have to shower and braid up my hair. I really hope that you guys like it, and, I would just like to ask for any ideas you might have concerning Chapter 5. I'm really stuck. I don't know why, but it takes me ages just to wright one measly little paragraph! I'll give you gold! Pleeeeese, help me!!
PS: I am starting a new fan cite for CC/D. I'm still putting it together, but I hope it's gonna be good. It's called Athararel, and I plan to have this huge posting of all this fan stuff, like art and fics, but it might take a while. Now, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, My cite. As soon as I get it up and running, I will need help to keep it that way, so anyone who knows html coding is welcome to help. See Ya!