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Esilion and Cybelle raced to the palace, their laughter echoing off into the wind. They made no noise as they ran upon the leaves, a gift all their kind had.
As the two girls reached the Lord's palace doors, they stopped and looked to each other. They were laughing soon enough, and they walked in together. Cybelle felt comfortable in the marble room, while Esilion stood attention.
Cybelle noticed, and placed a reasurring hand on her friend's shoulder. "Dear Esi, you do not have to be erect. Come, relax, you've been in here many times before now." Her words rang out in the hall, calling the attention of one of the servants.
Esilion smiled politely at the girl. She had once watched over her when her mother had been working late. Her name was Tetalin, and she was naught but eight-hundred years old. Thus, being so young, she seemed nervous every time she was in the presence of Cybelle.
"Lady Cybelle, is there anything I can get you?" she asked. Cybelle smiled.
"Tet, how many times have I told you, you need not wait on me. All the workers know that. I prefer to do things myself," she explained, and the girl managed a weak smile.
"I know, but it is my duty to ask, and if I fail to just once, my entire family and I will be dismissed." Her voice was scared as she spoke those words, and she immediately bowed her head. "Forgive me, I should not have said that."
Cybelle cut her off before she could say any more by waving her hand. "No, you have said just enough Tetalin. I will speak to my father about this. It is getting out of hand how he treats you. You have a good day Tet, and tell your mother and father I wish them well," Cybelle said, her aura of dignity surrounding her. She curtsied to Tetalin as she swept up the stairs.
Tetalin curtsied to Esilion before rushing out the way she had come in. Esilion cocked her head as she followed Cybelle. "Cy," she called out, her eyes following the girl till she was out of sight. "Cy, how long has Teta been working for you?"
Cybelle did not look at her friend. Instead, her eyes stayed straight ahead of her in determination. "Since she was but four-hundred years old. She was too young, but I could not change my father's mind. Now, however, he has gone too far," she said, her voice hardening every minute that passed by.
They reached a door, in which lay carvings of leaves and vines, all surrounding the Lord's print: a T with a griffin spreading its wings in front. It was the print of Thendier, one that all who lived in the city, at one time or another, had worn.
Cybelle threw open the doors and marched straight towards her father's throne. The announcer looked shocked at her outburst, and struggled to make her presence known, as was his job. "Uh, L-Lady Cybelle, Your Highness, Daughter of Thendier." Cybelle ignored his announcement and ran to her father's throne. Esilion strayed in the back, out of sight.
"Father!" she called, taking his attention from his assistant to her. "I wish to speak with you on matters concerning Tetalin."
He clicked his tongue at her. "Not now, Cybelle," he proclaimed, and turned back to his assistant.
"No, father! It shall be now," she commanded.
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the father and daughter. No one had ever spoken that way to Lord Kheries before, not even his own daughter.
Lord Kheries raised his head and looked his daughter sharply in the eye. "Cybelle?"
She sighed in frustration. "Father, how could you tell Tetalin that she'd be dismissed if she forgot once, just once, to greet me? It is completely outragous! She's naught a day over eight-hundred, still new to the job! She shouldn't even be working here yet!" she cried.
Lord Kheries did not remove his gaze. "Cybelle," he began, his voice warning.
"And to add to her burdens you tell her that not only would she be dismissed, but her whole family! Father, your control over the workers has gotten out of hand!"
"Cybelle," he warned again, this time his voice much louder.
"I have spoken not of it, not a word. Until now. I will not stand by and allow you to frighten the workers! True, you are a powerful, respectable man father, but you needn't frighten the workers they way you have been lately! It has become-"
"CYBELLE!" he shouted, standing up from his throne. He gripped his sword hilt, his eyes clashing with hers. "Now is NOT the time for this discussion. It will wait until tonight's dinner."
"Father-"
"That is FINAL!"
Cybelle stared at her father one last moment before sighing dramatically and huffing. She turned away and walked quickly out of the room to her friend. Together, they made their way to her room.
"I cannot believe he'd treat poor Tet that way! It's outragous, it's preposterous, it's-"
"The only way he knows, Cybelle. Calm down, will you?" Esilion said. A smile played with her lips. "Come, now, we have much to plan for tomorrow. For tomorrow, we go to Mirkwood."
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That's all for the moment, I hope it's enough. I know I haven't been updating in a bit, I've just been through a lot. It's surprising really that I haven't gotten writer's block from it. Anyways, I hope that sustains you.
--renee--
oh and, jessie2553, thank you for your review. I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that way. I hope you continue to read this story and review. Thanks again.
--renee--
Esilion and Cybelle raced to the palace, their laughter echoing off into the wind. They made no noise as they ran upon the leaves, a gift all their kind had.
As the two girls reached the Lord's palace doors, they stopped and looked to each other. They were laughing soon enough, and they walked in together. Cybelle felt comfortable in the marble room, while Esilion stood attention.
Cybelle noticed, and placed a reasurring hand on her friend's shoulder. "Dear Esi, you do not have to be erect. Come, relax, you've been in here many times before now." Her words rang out in the hall, calling the attention of one of the servants.
Esilion smiled politely at the girl. She had once watched over her when her mother had been working late. Her name was Tetalin, and she was naught but eight-hundred years old. Thus, being so young, she seemed nervous every time she was in the presence of Cybelle.
"Lady Cybelle, is there anything I can get you?" she asked. Cybelle smiled.
"Tet, how many times have I told you, you need not wait on me. All the workers know that. I prefer to do things myself," she explained, and the girl managed a weak smile.
"I know, but it is my duty to ask, and if I fail to just once, my entire family and I will be dismissed." Her voice was scared as she spoke those words, and she immediately bowed her head. "Forgive me, I should not have said that."
Cybelle cut her off before she could say any more by waving her hand. "No, you have said just enough Tetalin. I will speak to my father about this. It is getting out of hand how he treats you. You have a good day Tet, and tell your mother and father I wish them well," Cybelle said, her aura of dignity surrounding her. She curtsied to Tetalin as she swept up the stairs.
Tetalin curtsied to Esilion before rushing out the way she had come in. Esilion cocked her head as she followed Cybelle. "Cy," she called out, her eyes following the girl till she was out of sight. "Cy, how long has Teta been working for you?"
Cybelle did not look at her friend. Instead, her eyes stayed straight ahead of her in determination. "Since she was but four-hundred years old. She was too young, but I could not change my father's mind. Now, however, he has gone too far," she said, her voice hardening every minute that passed by.
They reached a door, in which lay carvings of leaves and vines, all surrounding the Lord's print: a T with a griffin spreading its wings in front. It was the print of Thendier, one that all who lived in the city, at one time or another, had worn.
Cybelle threw open the doors and marched straight towards her father's throne. The announcer looked shocked at her outburst, and struggled to make her presence known, as was his job. "Uh, L-Lady Cybelle, Your Highness, Daughter of Thendier." Cybelle ignored his announcement and ran to her father's throne. Esilion strayed in the back, out of sight.
"Father!" she called, taking his attention from his assistant to her. "I wish to speak with you on matters concerning Tetalin."
He clicked his tongue at her. "Not now, Cybelle," he proclaimed, and turned back to his assistant.
"No, father! It shall be now," she commanded.
Everyone in the room turned their attention to the father and daughter. No one had ever spoken that way to Lord Kheries before, not even his own daughter.
Lord Kheries raised his head and looked his daughter sharply in the eye. "Cybelle?"
She sighed in frustration. "Father, how could you tell Tetalin that she'd be dismissed if she forgot once, just once, to greet me? It is completely outragous! She's naught a day over eight-hundred, still new to the job! She shouldn't even be working here yet!" she cried.
Lord Kheries did not remove his gaze. "Cybelle," he began, his voice warning.
"And to add to her burdens you tell her that not only would she be dismissed, but her whole family! Father, your control over the workers has gotten out of hand!"
"Cybelle," he warned again, this time his voice much louder.
"I have spoken not of it, not a word. Until now. I will not stand by and allow you to frighten the workers! True, you are a powerful, respectable man father, but you needn't frighten the workers they way you have been lately! It has become-"
"CYBELLE!" he shouted, standing up from his throne. He gripped his sword hilt, his eyes clashing with hers. "Now is NOT the time for this discussion. It will wait until tonight's dinner."
"Father-"
"That is FINAL!"
Cybelle stared at her father one last moment before sighing dramatically and huffing. She turned away and walked quickly out of the room to her friend. Together, they made their way to her room.
"I cannot believe he'd treat poor Tet that way! It's outragous, it's preposterous, it's-"
"The only way he knows, Cybelle. Calm down, will you?" Esilion said. A smile played with her lips. "Come, now, we have much to plan for tomorrow. For tomorrow, we go to Mirkwood."
*******
That's all for the moment, I hope it's enough. I know I haven't been updating in a bit, I've just been through a lot. It's surprising really that I haven't gotten writer's block from it. Anyways, I hope that sustains you.
--renee--
oh and, jessie2553, thank you for your review. I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that way. I hope you continue to read this story and review. Thanks again.
--renee--