Kell! Disclaimer time!
Kell: :Bondmate no-own. Blade own Kree and Liluye and plot.:
Fireblade: Good birdie. *scratches Kell's head*
Cerulean Sky: I know, there's nothing wrong with being shaych...but this is Rethwellan, and she's been raised to think it's wrong. I think I need a random trainer to go smack sense into her head. Except then Kree would attack them...hmm, I need a new plan.
Vreader: Blonde jokes? Aaaaaa! *pretends to run away* Breathe! I don't want a dead reviewer! That means paperwork and less reviews!
Happy Halloween or whatever you call it! All Hallows Eve, Samhain...happy whatever! Eat candy!
Muse responsible: Rrissa!
And this chappie is a few candlemarks after the inn.
Onto the story!
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I sat crosslegged on my bed, sharpening my dagger for lack of anything else to do.
Kree sat on his perch outside, preening himself as night approached and the sky grew dim.
The sharpening-stone whisked along the blade's edge as the turmoil of emotions whirled within me.
[What the hell was that this afternoon? Why can't I connect with Necia on romance? Or any of the girls, really?]
"By now that blade must be sharp enough to cut the wind," came a voice as the door opened and closed.
My heart clenched oddly as I jumped. "Helia?"
"No, it's a demon come to kill you," teased Helia. "You've been sharpening that knife for almost a candlemark, you know."
I blushed. "Um...I got...preoccupied."
Helia lit a lamp, bringing sudden illumination to the room, and flopped down on one of the cushions by the fireplace. "Preoccupied with what, pray?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I was having a difficult time looking her in the eye. [What am I going to say?]
:Bondmate ground and center, emotions calm,: came Kree's comment.
I looked at him. "What?"
Kree turned his head to look at me. :Ground, center,: he said, as if talking to a little.
"Bird, you're confusing me."
Kree clicked his beak in irritation. :Find center of self, everything circles around that, hold it like Vale holds Heartstone.:
"Um...what? Kree, what the hell are you talking about?"
Helia watched this exchange with some amusement, but I had little chance to notice this when Kree reached into my mind, grasped my "self" and "tossed" it towards-something.
"Bird, don't DO that!" I squeaked-then realized that with his help, I had found my "center," whatever that was.
"What was all that about?" asked Helia.
"Kree kept telling me to 'ground and center,' whatever the hell that means, then picked up my mind and chucked me at it when I was too slow," I explained.
Helia looked at Kree. "I thought that mind-magickers weren't supposed to do that!" she said, half to me, half to Kree.
Kree ducked his head and looked a bit ashamed.
:You shove emotions through crop, head itch, I mad,: he said in apology to me.
"It's all right, bird...just don't do that again," I said, softening.
Helia settled back on her cushions and repeated her original question, "So, what were you preoccupied with?"
A wave of longing for-something, I wasn't sure what-washed through me, but I forced it away. "Well, I went into town and the Lone Hawk Inn...I haven't had beer in a while. Maybe I had too much."
Helia frowned at me. "You're changing the subject."
Unable to look at her anymore, I shifted my gaze back to Kree.
Helia, apparently deciding that she wouldn't get anything out of me, dropped the subject. "Thanks for calling in Kree today...first time we scored a kill on Sabre!" she said lightly.
I laughed. "Well, she did say to use our imaginations!"
Helia mock-bowed at me. "Your Majesty."
"Huh?"
"Queen of Imagination," explained Helia with a grin.
I stretched and yawned, putting the knife on my bedside table. "I think I need sleep..." I managed to say between yawns.
Helia nodded and picked up a book she had been reading for the past few days, engrossing herself in it as I pulled on a sleeping tunic and trews.
Rolling into bed, I extinguished my lamp and stared out the window at Kree, watching as the first few stars of night appeared.
Kree, too, settled on his perch and tucked his head under his wing.
The whirl of emotion inside me subsiding slightly, I breathed in a regular pattern taught to me by my father to force myself to sleep under most circumstances-in case I had to go early to bed because of an extra-early rising-and fell quickly into dreams.
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Poor Liluye. That must've been a pretty uncomfortable conversation.
~Fireblade K'Chona
Kell: :Bondmate no-own. Blade own Kree and Liluye and plot.:
Fireblade: Good birdie. *scratches Kell's head*
Cerulean Sky: I know, there's nothing wrong with being shaych...but this is Rethwellan, and she's been raised to think it's wrong. I think I need a random trainer to go smack sense into her head. Except then Kree would attack them...hmm, I need a new plan.
Vreader: Blonde jokes? Aaaaaa! *pretends to run away* Breathe! I don't want a dead reviewer! That means paperwork and less reviews!
Happy Halloween or whatever you call it! All Hallows Eve, Samhain...happy whatever! Eat candy!
Muse responsible: Rrissa!
And this chappie is a few candlemarks after the inn.
Onto the story!
---------------------------------------------------------------
I sat crosslegged on my bed, sharpening my dagger for lack of anything else to do.
Kree sat on his perch outside, preening himself as night approached and the sky grew dim.
The sharpening-stone whisked along the blade's edge as the turmoil of emotions whirled within me.
[What the hell was that this afternoon? Why can't I connect with Necia on romance? Or any of the girls, really?]
"By now that blade must be sharp enough to cut the wind," came a voice as the door opened and closed.
My heart clenched oddly as I jumped. "Helia?"
"No, it's a demon come to kill you," teased Helia. "You've been sharpening that knife for almost a candlemark, you know."
I blushed. "Um...I got...preoccupied."
Helia lit a lamp, bringing sudden illumination to the room, and flopped down on one of the cushions by the fireplace. "Preoccupied with what, pray?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I was having a difficult time looking her in the eye. [What am I going to say?]
:Bondmate ground and center, emotions calm,: came Kree's comment.
I looked at him. "What?"
Kree turned his head to look at me. :Ground, center,: he said, as if talking to a little.
"Bird, you're confusing me."
Kree clicked his beak in irritation. :Find center of self, everything circles around that, hold it like Vale holds Heartstone.:
"Um...what? Kree, what the hell are you talking about?"
Helia watched this exchange with some amusement, but I had little chance to notice this when Kree reached into my mind, grasped my "self" and "tossed" it towards-something.
"Bird, don't DO that!" I squeaked-then realized that with his help, I had found my "center," whatever that was.
"What was all that about?" asked Helia.
"Kree kept telling me to 'ground and center,' whatever the hell that means, then picked up my mind and chucked me at it when I was too slow," I explained.
Helia looked at Kree. "I thought that mind-magickers weren't supposed to do that!" she said, half to me, half to Kree.
Kree ducked his head and looked a bit ashamed.
:You shove emotions through crop, head itch, I mad,: he said in apology to me.
"It's all right, bird...just don't do that again," I said, softening.
Helia settled back on her cushions and repeated her original question, "So, what were you preoccupied with?"
A wave of longing for-something, I wasn't sure what-washed through me, but I forced it away. "Well, I went into town and the Lone Hawk Inn...I haven't had beer in a while. Maybe I had too much."
Helia frowned at me. "You're changing the subject."
Unable to look at her anymore, I shifted my gaze back to Kree.
Helia, apparently deciding that she wouldn't get anything out of me, dropped the subject. "Thanks for calling in Kree today...first time we scored a kill on Sabre!" she said lightly.
I laughed. "Well, she did say to use our imaginations!"
Helia mock-bowed at me. "Your Majesty."
"Huh?"
"Queen of Imagination," explained Helia with a grin.
I stretched and yawned, putting the knife on my bedside table. "I think I need sleep..." I managed to say between yawns.
Helia nodded and picked up a book she had been reading for the past few days, engrossing herself in it as I pulled on a sleeping tunic and trews.
Rolling into bed, I extinguished my lamp and stared out the window at Kree, watching as the first few stars of night appeared.
Kree, too, settled on his perch and tucked his head under his wing.
The whirl of emotion inside me subsiding slightly, I breathed in a regular pattern taught to me by my father to force myself to sleep under most circumstances-in case I had to go early to bed because of an extra-early rising-and fell quickly into dreams.
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Poor Liluye. That must've been a pretty uncomfortable conversation.
~Fireblade K'Chona