All the while, Alanna, who had been on Neal's thoughts, was disturbingly
quiet, still mulling and gathering her thoughts, wondering how she was
going to be able to put into words that wouldn't extremely perturb Jonathan
or Numair. This was no time to call on George and make sure that he stayed
out of trouble for another day.
Nighteyes had disappeared into the thoughts, using the excuse that he would look for their dinner when in actuality he wanted to be alone with his troubling thoughts.
The only one in their company who was not disturbed by the new discovery was the man who had broken the news to the party. Tyrael remained in his black cloak, looking mysterious as always. Kel wondered if he put up that façade to draw curious attention to himself because she always felt drawn to asking him questions after questions whenever she looked at him.
Kel poked at the small fire, making sure that it wouldn't die before Nighteyes got back with their dinner. Like everyone else besides Tyrael, she was unsettled by their discourse. However, it wasn't very useful t dwell on the past and the disappeared accounts of what Tyrael had spoken in detail. What perturbed her was the fact that if the Great Stormwing War wasn't too great to bring forth a White Prophet, the very evidence that showed her that there was a White Prophet sitting before her only meant that whatever that was ready to unfold before their company would be far more disastrous than the Great Stormwing War.
She sighed heavily at her grim conclusion. This would definitely be no easy task.
"My presence doesn't mean that whatever that is to happen has happened just yet."
Startled from her thoughts, Kel jumped from where she sat. "Can you read thoughts?" she asked as she faced Tyrael.
He chuckled at her naiveté. "No. But I can tell by the look on your face that you are worried about that general topic."
"But everyone else has the same expression as I do," Kel objected, a little ticked off by her gullibility.
"But then again, you aren't trained in reading faces," he replied. "When you're in a predicament as I, it's very important to read about your surroundings as well as the person you speak to."
"Predicament? What kind of predicament are you in that demands you to read faces so well? I have been trained to read faces also because my line of work needs me to read what those under my command feel from their heart and not from their words. But you seem to have a skill that is more highly tuned than of my own..."
"When you're born deaf, you are taught to read lips. But you cannot detect the hint of sarcasm, scorn, and distaste. I'm sure it would be better to be ignorant of those types of expressions. But I discovered that I had a talent to read people's expressions as well."
"Tyrael, you are full of surprises, do you know that? Just when I think I have you figured out, you bring up another fact about yourself that catches me off-guard," Kel said flatly.
He smiled genuinely. "Life is full of surprises Keladry. Trust not your instincts alone but your wit and what you learn also."
"Tyrael? Do you have a minute? Numair Salmalín, our resident black robe mage, would like a word with you," Alanna interrupted.
Tyrael gave her the same smile as Kel. "Of course. A revelation like this wouldn't be ignored to a scholar as he. Excuse me Keladry. Work beckons."
Kel nodded politely and Tyrael walked off to a distance to a secluded area. Alanna followed him and handed him her rose mirror. She uttered something to him and left him alone with the mirror.
"Numair had never heard of anything like what Tyrael told us on the road. Neither has Jon. Jon's at the palace library trying to find anything that might at least mention what Tyrael said. Numair wants to directly talk to Tyrael and make sure this isn't all just an elaborate fraud. What a day!" Alanna exclaimed as she crumpled next to Kel.
"You're telling me. I caught us our dinner. I hope everyone's in the mood for some rabbit meat," Nighteyes said at that moment, entering into the campsite with three hares.
"I've been thinking," Kel began as Nighteyes knelt by the fire to start preparing the meat, "if the White Prophet didn't appear in the Great Stormwing war, yet appear at our adventure-"
"-it would only mean that what we chase after is something more dangerous than that war. Yes I've been thinking about that," Alanna agreed.
"Tyrael said something about how there might be a chance that whatever evil we're chasing after may not have begun yet."
"It's a possibility I guess," Nighteyes commented as the meat slowly began to roast. "I've been thinking... for a prophet, he sure is vague about a lot of things that will happen in the future. He hasn't given us any hint about what you ladies are searching for. I can't help but think that he's up to something, that he's not really a prophet like he said. I mean, how do we really know that the story he talked about really did happen? There is no proof because he says the records were destroyed a long time ago due to human error. Can we really trust that?"
"Is there any harm in trusting that man, at least for a while?" Kel asked.
"Not yet. But we may walk into a trap if he isn't who he is," Alanna said darkly.
Nighteyes had disappeared into the thoughts, using the excuse that he would look for their dinner when in actuality he wanted to be alone with his troubling thoughts.
The only one in their company who was not disturbed by the new discovery was the man who had broken the news to the party. Tyrael remained in his black cloak, looking mysterious as always. Kel wondered if he put up that façade to draw curious attention to himself because she always felt drawn to asking him questions after questions whenever she looked at him.
Kel poked at the small fire, making sure that it wouldn't die before Nighteyes got back with their dinner. Like everyone else besides Tyrael, she was unsettled by their discourse. However, it wasn't very useful t dwell on the past and the disappeared accounts of what Tyrael had spoken in detail. What perturbed her was the fact that if the Great Stormwing War wasn't too great to bring forth a White Prophet, the very evidence that showed her that there was a White Prophet sitting before her only meant that whatever that was ready to unfold before their company would be far more disastrous than the Great Stormwing War.
She sighed heavily at her grim conclusion. This would definitely be no easy task.
"My presence doesn't mean that whatever that is to happen has happened just yet."
Startled from her thoughts, Kel jumped from where she sat. "Can you read thoughts?" she asked as she faced Tyrael.
He chuckled at her naiveté. "No. But I can tell by the look on your face that you are worried about that general topic."
"But everyone else has the same expression as I do," Kel objected, a little ticked off by her gullibility.
"But then again, you aren't trained in reading faces," he replied. "When you're in a predicament as I, it's very important to read about your surroundings as well as the person you speak to."
"Predicament? What kind of predicament are you in that demands you to read faces so well? I have been trained to read faces also because my line of work needs me to read what those under my command feel from their heart and not from their words. But you seem to have a skill that is more highly tuned than of my own..."
"When you're born deaf, you are taught to read lips. But you cannot detect the hint of sarcasm, scorn, and distaste. I'm sure it would be better to be ignorant of those types of expressions. But I discovered that I had a talent to read people's expressions as well."
"Tyrael, you are full of surprises, do you know that? Just when I think I have you figured out, you bring up another fact about yourself that catches me off-guard," Kel said flatly.
He smiled genuinely. "Life is full of surprises Keladry. Trust not your instincts alone but your wit and what you learn also."
"Tyrael? Do you have a minute? Numair Salmalín, our resident black robe mage, would like a word with you," Alanna interrupted.
Tyrael gave her the same smile as Kel. "Of course. A revelation like this wouldn't be ignored to a scholar as he. Excuse me Keladry. Work beckons."
Kel nodded politely and Tyrael walked off to a distance to a secluded area. Alanna followed him and handed him her rose mirror. She uttered something to him and left him alone with the mirror.
"Numair had never heard of anything like what Tyrael told us on the road. Neither has Jon. Jon's at the palace library trying to find anything that might at least mention what Tyrael said. Numair wants to directly talk to Tyrael and make sure this isn't all just an elaborate fraud. What a day!" Alanna exclaimed as she crumpled next to Kel.
"You're telling me. I caught us our dinner. I hope everyone's in the mood for some rabbit meat," Nighteyes said at that moment, entering into the campsite with three hares.
"I've been thinking," Kel began as Nighteyes knelt by the fire to start preparing the meat, "if the White Prophet didn't appear in the Great Stormwing war, yet appear at our adventure-"
"-it would only mean that what we chase after is something more dangerous than that war. Yes I've been thinking about that," Alanna agreed.
"Tyrael said something about how there might be a chance that whatever evil we're chasing after may not have begun yet."
"It's a possibility I guess," Nighteyes commented as the meat slowly began to roast. "I've been thinking... for a prophet, he sure is vague about a lot of things that will happen in the future. He hasn't given us any hint about what you ladies are searching for. I can't help but think that he's up to something, that he's not really a prophet like he said. I mean, how do we really know that the story he talked about really did happen? There is no proof because he says the records were destroyed a long time ago due to human error. Can we really trust that?"
"Is there any harm in trusting that man, at least for a while?" Kel asked.
"Not yet. But we may walk into a trap if he isn't who he is," Alanna said darkly.