Bleah, another short update...
Fawful: Yes, but shorter than usual, like eating a green bean that's been growing for too long.
Shut up, you stupid muse. Anyway, congrats to Peta25 and Kevin C for guessing who my new muse was correctly.
Fawful: Say why the fruits of your labors have been lessened, the readers will love you like chocolate and forgive you like marshmallows that way.
...You make no sense whatsoever, Fawful. I haven't really been in the mood to write lately, and I've been getting one virus after another.
Fawful: On the computer?
No, stupid, virus as in a cold of some sort. So that's my excuse for having a short, late update. I'm starting to get into the mood for writing again, but being a terrible procrastinator, I can't give any set times for updates anymore... heh heh...
Fawful: bladegryphon does not own Golden Sun, Skies of Arcadia or any of Lorenna McKennitt's lyrics. Muahahahaha! I snuck a disclaimer into your story!
-_-* Just ignore him...
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"This is where I leave you." Her two companions turned to look at her in surprise. "I'm needed back at the palace." She began walking back the way they had come, her twin red capes flaring behind her in a slight breeze until she disappeared into the mist.
"Well, talk about your typical bitch." Mia crossed her arms and gazed at Karst's path in disgust.
"She has her rough edges, but she's not so bad once you get to know her."
"What would you know?"
"About her? More than you." Emerald eyes glared at shielded sapphire ones, a silent challenge until the gaze was broken, the emerald returning to the path taken by mars.
"Maybe." Mia then turned her eyes skyward, searching for the sun through a gap in the leaves. They'd been walking since moonset, and it was now near noon. Spotting it, she followed its path with her eyes and began heading in a separate direction once she had determined where the northern horizon was.
The blond traveler watched her, asking, "Why are you going that way?"
"Is there anything wrong with going home?"
His blue eyes darkened. "The borders are swamped with guards. You'll only be recaptured."
"What reason do I have to listen to you?"
"..."
"That's what I thought. Good bye and good riddance." His head snapped up, his normally piercing eyes glazed over with shock. "I don't have any need of help, and I don't want any."
Isaac's eyes reverted to their normal impassiveness. "Then be on your way. See if I care."
"It doesn't matter either way." She continued on, despite the blue gaze following her.
* * * * * * *
Night fell, and Mia leaned against a moss-covered tree to rest before moving on again, but she fell asleep by mistake.
The mercury adept was woken by a group of gypsies that had decided to camp nearby. It sounded as though they were having a small party, with all the lively music coming from around there. But one voice in particular drifted to her ears as a sadder piece began.
"I walk the streets of Dublin town
It's 1842
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes along
If the lamp lighter comes real soon
Maybe I'll go home with him
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own..."
Reminded of her current situation, tears began to slowly creep down her face as she rose, intent on heading back the way she had come. Mia didn't know why... she only had the urge to do so, and chose to follow it.
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*points at little purple button* Review? Leave ideas? Please?
Fawful: Yes, but shorter than usual, like eating a green bean that's been growing for too long.
Shut up, you stupid muse. Anyway, congrats to Peta25 and Kevin C for guessing who my new muse was correctly.
Fawful: Say why the fruits of your labors have been lessened, the readers will love you like chocolate and forgive you like marshmallows that way.
...You make no sense whatsoever, Fawful. I haven't really been in the mood to write lately, and I've been getting one virus after another.
Fawful: On the computer?
No, stupid, virus as in a cold of some sort. So that's my excuse for having a short, late update. I'm starting to get into the mood for writing again, but being a terrible procrastinator, I can't give any set times for updates anymore... heh heh...
Fawful: bladegryphon does not own Golden Sun, Skies of Arcadia or any of Lorenna McKennitt's lyrics. Muahahahaha! I snuck a disclaimer into your story!
-_-* Just ignore him...
............................................................
"This is where I leave you." Her two companions turned to look at her in surprise. "I'm needed back at the palace." She began walking back the way they had come, her twin red capes flaring behind her in a slight breeze until she disappeared into the mist.
"Well, talk about your typical bitch." Mia crossed her arms and gazed at Karst's path in disgust.
"She has her rough edges, but she's not so bad once you get to know her."
"What would you know?"
"About her? More than you." Emerald eyes glared at shielded sapphire ones, a silent challenge until the gaze was broken, the emerald returning to the path taken by mars.
"Maybe." Mia then turned her eyes skyward, searching for the sun through a gap in the leaves. They'd been walking since moonset, and it was now near noon. Spotting it, she followed its path with her eyes and began heading in a separate direction once she had determined where the northern horizon was.
The blond traveler watched her, asking, "Why are you going that way?"
"Is there anything wrong with going home?"
His blue eyes darkened. "The borders are swamped with guards. You'll only be recaptured."
"What reason do I have to listen to you?"
"..."
"That's what I thought. Good bye and good riddance." His head snapped up, his normally piercing eyes glazed over with shock. "I don't have any need of help, and I don't want any."
Isaac's eyes reverted to their normal impassiveness. "Then be on your way. See if I care."
"It doesn't matter either way." She continued on, despite the blue gaze following her.
* * * * * * *
Night fell, and Mia leaned against a moss-covered tree to rest before moving on again, but she fell asleep by mistake.
The mercury adept was woken by a group of gypsies that had decided to camp nearby. It sounded as though they were having a small party, with all the lively music coming from around there. But one voice in particular drifted to her ears as a sadder piece began.
"I walk the streets of Dublin town
It's 1842
It's snowing on this Christmas Eve
Think I'll beg another bob or two
I'll huddle in this doorway here
Till someone comes along
If the lamp lighter comes real soon
Maybe I'll go home with him
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own..."
Reminded of her current situation, tears began to slowly creep down her face as she rose, intent on heading back the way she had come. Mia didn't know why... she only had the urge to do so, and chose to follow it.
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*points at little purple button* Review? Leave ideas? Please?