Dodges pumpkins and pitchforks AAHHH! Look! I'm updating! Yay for me!
The Renascence is here! Anyway, y'all deserve an explanation to my mundo
delay. I've been on perpetual groundation since sometime mid February
'cause of grades, and the only place I could ever get on was school during
lunch and study hall. Not fun. Besides, I couldn't save; no updates. But,
now it's summer, and my parents took pity on me and decided that typing was
better than video games, so here I am! Yay! This is gonna be one long
review response
SumiFritzN: Yay! Thanks! And, as this chapter probably proves, I never gave up on my poor poor deserted stories. I've been writing them in my mind for months. Thanks again!
Starbrush: Do we have an "Accord," You mean. Yup. Review this, and all shall be well.
Mysticdreamer42: Dodges pumpkin Nope, that's about all that needs to be said. Climbs to top of burning windmill with laptop
Crushette: I'm updating! And, if you put me on author alert, ff.net will notify you for me when I update. Convenient, non?
Posy: Yes, my fingers are moving, and my left pinky hurts, 'cause the shift key's broken, and you have to press ultra hard to make it do anything.
Rhiannon Blume Freeman: I didn't end it! I was delayed. Flashback to where Saruman is keeping me on a tower with no internet access
Hoa Mai: It'll get more interesting, believe me.
Danric-Lover: Well, Daddy Dearest wants to be a grandad! Like in Cinderella, the Disney version. And, remember, at this time, Mel and Danric are still mutually avoiding each other, even though Danny boy doesn't like it one bit. Champagne and Earplugs!
FelSong: Hey, long time no see! Evil CastleTlanth listmom banned me... I'm so sad... Anyway, "Prettily" Would have been a good word, but I've no clue what prettiyl means. FF.net deleted my Dating Game story, so I'm sad. =( That pretty much means that the contest's kaboof, but at some later time I'll reinstate it, with new rules to boot.
ShannonLynn: Danric's always cute. Yay! Update!
Wake-Robin: Don't worry; you won't fall on your bum. There are cool people called belayers at the bottom holding your rope. They won't let you fall. =)
siriusforeva: Happy is good. Updating now.
Whew, that was long! Lemme see... Goes back and counts reviews 12 reviews for one chapter! Yay! Lets hope I get that many this time! Bye!
Countess Meliara Astiar requests
The Honor of your presence
At a
Grand Ball
Second Blue, this Saturday
In the
Grand Ballroom.
Please Respond via Mail
Mel flexed her tired hand and set the last invitation out for it to dry. Writing that many invitations to a court ball was no easy matter. And, it was late; far later than Mel would be up on a normal night. Nee had offered to help, but Mel had declined. She wanted to do this herself. Now, Mel wished she could go back and ask everyone she had ever known to come help; she had never had cramps in her hand like this. But, she was done now. There was just one last invitation to write, and this one was special. This invitation was for the Unknown. She wrote it out, just like the others, except for one difference: Instead of writing Second Blue for the time, she wrote First Blue. She got up from her chair and walked in to the bedchamber, her tired eyes glanced keenly at the bed. Walking over, she got in, and fell in to a deep sleep, forgetting to even blow out the candles. Mel dreamed of racing horses in the rain, and forgot about it once she woke up.
Vidanric couldn't sleep. All night he had tossed and turned, but nothing came of it. The big room just seemed so... Empty. Hollow. The large vaulted ceilings and spacious windows made the place seem bright and sunny during the day, but at night... Vidanric got out of bed and went to look out the window. Remalna's skies were beautiful at night. The Fish; the Horse; the Tree, the Candle; he traced the familiar constellations on the window. Just as he was outlining the curve of the Candle's flame, Danric noticed something. There was a light on in the Residence building. Galdran had built his royal suite here for just that purpose; at night, you could see any light on in any courtier's room. Wondering who else was suffering from insomnia, he counted the windows on either side.
Second floor... Eight from the left... He stopped counting and felt a warmth in his cheeks when he realized whose room it was. Mel was also awake. Of all the people at court, the only conscious were he and Mel. Several wanton urges coursed through his mind, and were immediately stifled. Climbing up terraces and waiting on balconies was all well and good for fairy tales, but he doubted Mel would see it that way, and would be more likely to see it as spying. But, there was no reason against a little friendly conversation between sleepless souls. Ignoring that little voice in his head, Danric boldly strode out of his room and began to quietly make his way across the compound.
Once at the entrance to Mel's rooms, he made a soft tap on the tapestry hanging in the doorway. The royal residence was old enough to have all the doors save minor ones made out of wood, though Danric had always favored cloth better. There was no answer. The little voice in the back of his head was telling him any number of contrary actions to take, but he ignored it and made a slightly bolder tap. Still no answer. Perhaps she had already gone to bed? No, he could see candlelight from the sides of the doorway. What if something had happened? This thought alone was enough for him to push aside the heavy cloth and take a few steps in to her sitting room.
A quick glance around showed the room to be empty. The light he had seen was coming from a pair of candles set upright on her table. It was skewed with papers, and many of them had ink still glistening. Perhaps he was not completely functioning, but whatever the reason, Danric was seized by the urge to see what she was writing, and was on his knees with the topmost paper in his hand before he could recognize it as a Very Bad Idea. Mel was planning a party. That's all. She was likely up late writing the invitations.
But... He looked at the invitation in his hand, and then at the rest of them. This one had a different time on it! Whoever got it was going to arrive a full candle early, and how embarrassing would that... Oh. Without even thinking about it, he had put the pieces together. It was a trap. For the Unknown. For him. Suddenly, a thousand reasons why he should get as far away from here popped in to mind. He was alone. At night. In a female courtier's room. With no reason to be there... Dropping the invitation, and forgetting why he had even been there in the first place, Danric dashed out of the room.
Several corridors away, Danric paused. Still unused to living in the Royal residence, Danric had been making his way towards his old room. But, by pure chance, he found himself... In front of the doors to the library. With his mind racing, the last thing he wanted to do was to return to bed and try to sleep. Entering the library, he made his way through the musty volumes and in to the familiar alcove. This was much more to his liking. The comfortable size was made better by bookshelves covering the walls. He selected a random volume off the shelf and sat down to read. Only then did he realize what he had unconsciously grabbed off the shelf. It was a memoir of Trithiana Calanhanras, one of the lesser-known rulers of Remalna's past. What was auspicious was that she was a direct ancestor of Mel's. Doing some quick calculations, he decided that Trithiana was Mel's great-great-great- great-great-great grandmother. Intrigued by his subconscious' choice, he opened the memoir and began to read. Within the second chapter, he had fallen asleep where he sat.
I'm getting kicked off now, so I'll have another update soon!
SumiFritzN: Yay! Thanks! And, as this chapter probably proves, I never gave up on my poor poor deserted stories. I've been writing them in my mind for months. Thanks again!
Starbrush: Do we have an "Accord," You mean. Yup. Review this, and all shall be well.
Mysticdreamer42: Dodges pumpkin Nope, that's about all that needs to be said. Climbs to top of burning windmill with laptop
Crushette: I'm updating! And, if you put me on author alert, ff.net will notify you for me when I update. Convenient, non?
Posy: Yes, my fingers are moving, and my left pinky hurts, 'cause the shift key's broken, and you have to press ultra hard to make it do anything.
Rhiannon Blume Freeman: I didn't end it! I was delayed. Flashback to where Saruman is keeping me on a tower with no internet access
Hoa Mai: It'll get more interesting, believe me.
Danric-Lover: Well, Daddy Dearest wants to be a grandad! Like in Cinderella, the Disney version. And, remember, at this time, Mel and Danric are still mutually avoiding each other, even though Danny boy doesn't like it one bit. Champagne and Earplugs!
FelSong: Hey, long time no see! Evil CastleTlanth listmom banned me... I'm so sad... Anyway, "Prettily" Would have been a good word, but I've no clue what prettiyl means. FF.net deleted my Dating Game story, so I'm sad. =( That pretty much means that the contest's kaboof, but at some later time I'll reinstate it, with new rules to boot.
ShannonLynn: Danric's always cute. Yay! Update!
Wake-Robin: Don't worry; you won't fall on your bum. There are cool people called belayers at the bottom holding your rope. They won't let you fall. =)
siriusforeva: Happy is good. Updating now.
Whew, that was long! Lemme see... Goes back and counts reviews 12 reviews for one chapter! Yay! Lets hope I get that many this time! Bye!
Countess Meliara Astiar requests
The Honor of your presence
At a
Grand Ball
Second Blue, this Saturday
In the
Grand Ballroom.
Please Respond via Mail
Mel flexed her tired hand and set the last invitation out for it to dry. Writing that many invitations to a court ball was no easy matter. And, it was late; far later than Mel would be up on a normal night. Nee had offered to help, but Mel had declined. She wanted to do this herself. Now, Mel wished she could go back and ask everyone she had ever known to come help; she had never had cramps in her hand like this. But, she was done now. There was just one last invitation to write, and this one was special. This invitation was for the Unknown. She wrote it out, just like the others, except for one difference: Instead of writing Second Blue for the time, she wrote First Blue. She got up from her chair and walked in to the bedchamber, her tired eyes glanced keenly at the bed. Walking over, she got in, and fell in to a deep sleep, forgetting to even blow out the candles. Mel dreamed of racing horses in the rain, and forgot about it once she woke up.
Vidanric couldn't sleep. All night he had tossed and turned, but nothing came of it. The big room just seemed so... Empty. Hollow. The large vaulted ceilings and spacious windows made the place seem bright and sunny during the day, but at night... Vidanric got out of bed and went to look out the window. Remalna's skies were beautiful at night. The Fish; the Horse; the Tree, the Candle; he traced the familiar constellations on the window. Just as he was outlining the curve of the Candle's flame, Danric noticed something. There was a light on in the Residence building. Galdran had built his royal suite here for just that purpose; at night, you could see any light on in any courtier's room. Wondering who else was suffering from insomnia, he counted the windows on either side.
Second floor... Eight from the left... He stopped counting and felt a warmth in his cheeks when he realized whose room it was. Mel was also awake. Of all the people at court, the only conscious were he and Mel. Several wanton urges coursed through his mind, and were immediately stifled. Climbing up terraces and waiting on balconies was all well and good for fairy tales, but he doubted Mel would see it that way, and would be more likely to see it as spying. But, there was no reason against a little friendly conversation between sleepless souls. Ignoring that little voice in his head, Danric boldly strode out of his room and began to quietly make his way across the compound.
Once at the entrance to Mel's rooms, he made a soft tap on the tapestry hanging in the doorway. The royal residence was old enough to have all the doors save minor ones made out of wood, though Danric had always favored cloth better. There was no answer. The little voice in the back of his head was telling him any number of contrary actions to take, but he ignored it and made a slightly bolder tap. Still no answer. Perhaps she had already gone to bed? No, he could see candlelight from the sides of the doorway. What if something had happened? This thought alone was enough for him to push aside the heavy cloth and take a few steps in to her sitting room.
A quick glance around showed the room to be empty. The light he had seen was coming from a pair of candles set upright on her table. It was skewed with papers, and many of them had ink still glistening. Perhaps he was not completely functioning, but whatever the reason, Danric was seized by the urge to see what she was writing, and was on his knees with the topmost paper in his hand before he could recognize it as a Very Bad Idea. Mel was planning a party. That's all. She was likely up late writing the invitations.
But... He looked at the invitation in his hand, and then at the rest of them. This one had a different time on it! Whoever got it was going to arrive a full candle early, and how embarrassing would that... Oh. Without even thinking about it, he had put the pieces together. It was a trap. For the Unknown. For him. Suddenly, a thousand reasons why he should get as far away from here popped in to mind. He was alone. At night. In a female courtier's room. With no reason to be there... Dropping the invitation, and forgetting why he had even been there in the first place, Danric dashed out of the room.
Several corridors away, Danric paused. Still unused to living in the Royal residence, Danric had been making his way towards his old room. But, by pure chance, he found himself... In front of the doors to the library. With his mind racing, the last thing he wanted to do was to return to bed and try to sleep. Entering the library, he made his way through the musty volumes and in to the familiar alcove. This was much more to his liking. The comfortable size was made better by bookshelves covering the walls. He selected a random volume off the shelf and sat down to read. Only then did he realize what he had unconsciously grabbed off the shelf. It was a memoir of Trithiana Calanhanras, one of the lesser-known rulers of Remalna's past. What was auspicious was that she was a direct ancestor of Mel's. Doing some quick calculations, he decided that Trithiana was Mel's great-great-great- great-great-great grandmother. Intrigued by his subconscious' choice, he opened the memoir and began to read. Within the second chapter, he had fallen asleep where he sat.
I'm getting kicked off now, so I'll have another update soon!