WOTTF Chapter 4: Pain and A Really Difficult Question
Aman'mai: Hello, all! I've been restricted to lunchtimes and weekends now so we can't update so often. thanks for all the reviews though! Keep them coming! Also, we are taking mini names, so pls include them in your review, thankies!
TheShroom: Yes, what she said. Don't go away, because we are still working on this! Keep sending everything in - minis, reviews, plot ideas, enrolments, anything. Luv ya, Shroomie.
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Erin turned to Lady Bashere and found the woman standing behind her.
"Eep."
"Right! Now, we've all seen your kind of dancing so what I want you all to do now is this," barked Lady Bashere, straight into Erin's ear.
Lady Bashere positioned her hips and begun to sway them hypnotically, hula style. Then, her arms slowly rose in beat with the motion of her hips.
The rest of the class began to follow suit, some almost perfect but soon a crack of bones could all be heard and everyone was on the floor clutching their hips.
"Argh! My hip! What the hell happened to my hip? Gyah!" screamed Jess, whom had now earned everyone's mutual hate after she had announced her plans to woo Lan with her rendition of 'Can U Feel The Lurve Tonite?'
"Oh dearie me," bellowed Lady Bashere softly.
Some people were getting up, but most remained where they were- on account of the fact that they were only capable of only that. Erin was one of them.
"I'm afraid you don't have the flexibility for sa'sara, children," hollered Lady Bashere over the courtyard. "Fayle and Msat, could you gather some other mini's and get the lame to the MediWard?"
The named minis nodded once and ambled out the door, returning only a few minutes later with a horde of their own kind. Under Fayle's direction, the students (many passed out from the sight of various minis approaching at head height) were carried to the Infirmary. Preferring not to think of the various appendages holding her up, Erin was happy to get knocked unconscious by careless handling near a doorway - even though she could have sworn she heard a Mini-troll snigger as she passed out.
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Slowly, Erin opened one eye. Judging by what she couldn't see out of the squint, Erin opened the other one too.
"Ah, the lady awakes," Lan's handsome face loomed above her, "your hip should heal as soon as Moiraine or Nyneave gets here." He laughed as he saw Erin grimace, "Do not worry, it is better than being lame for the week."
Hah! I doubt it . . . did he really just look and talk to me? Whoa. Erin started to go floppy and pink then shook herself, you're as bad as that Jess, yeesh! But then, that grin . . . She shuddered, then inwardly groaned and squeezed her eyes tight as she spotted Nyneave walking up to her.
"Well, well, well. I'm not surprised you're here," Nyneave placed her hands on Erin's hip and breathed deeply.
A tingle spread throughout her hips . . .
When she had finished screaming and thrashing, Erin was ready to walk - and ready to eat, too. She headed out to the kitchen where she found a few of her sa'sara classmates scrounging a meal too.
"All done," said Nyneave, "Didn't feel a thing did you?" Erin nodded. "Good then, you better go by the office on the way to class, I understand you were a little drowsy this morning."
Erin stared at the woman as she marched off, Does everybody know that I slept in . . . almost as if it were a crime, she thought to herself.
Humming Hot Action Cop down the corridor she steered herself towards a desk where she found a woman on what looked like, a mobile phone.
"Err, should that work here?" Erin asked the woman at the desk.
"Are you sure that he won't come out? What's he doing now? Oh dear, I'd better come then . . . ok, I'll see you in five. Right," the woman turned to Erin, "Ahh, you're the student who hasn't collected her timetable yet. You'll have to wait a minute or two, though. Follow me, I may need your help."
"Help with what?" asked Erin, but the woman only walked faster.
Moments later, the woman turned to a long, dark corridor, you know, one of those really scary ones where you just know that a big hairy thing is just going to leap out and eat you or something and there's a eerie glow that highlights the paintings so that the eyes look like they're following you down the hallway, just waiting to see what nasty thing will happen to you like fall down a trapdoor or something . . .
Erin decided to stop thinking right there or she'd collapse and have to be healed again. She didn't want to be in the Infirmary again in a hurry: that was for sure.
"Who are you?" Erin asked, when she got no answer, she repeated herself.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Aman'mai" the woman whispered over her shoulder, "and I would appreciate it if you could be quiet as we enter, he's a little unstable."
"Who is?"
The door opened and Aman'mai cautiously approached a shadow in the corner.
"Hello, Rand." She murmured, "How are you?"
"No, my name is Lews Therin Kinslayer! Nooooo! Ilyena!!!" the man began to sob.
"Rand . . . " Aman'mai moved closer.
"No! Get away from me! I am a killer! The maidens . . . " Rand began to rock back and forth murmuring names to himself, "Lamelle - Surandha - Liah- "
"It's worse now," another woman stepped forward, "I don't know if he'll come back."
"It might be a trick, Hunter. Lews has done that to us before, you know."
"I know but this looks pretty serious to me." Hunter and Aman'mai turned to Rand, "You don't think he'll . . . ?"
"I don't think so. I hope not."
Erin looked at Rand again. He was quite cute actually, sure he was crazy but a little work and . . .
"I came as soon as I could." Erin looked up and saw Elayne. What, is everyone going to come and gawk at poor little Randy-wandy . . .
Erin moved to Rand and started to hug him.
WHOOMPH!
Erin hit the ceiling and came down to see the ground rush up to meet her. Guess Elayne doesn't want any help with Rand, then.
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Healed once more and ready to eat, Erin limped out to the kitchen where she found a few of her classmates scrounging a meal.
"I'll bet you they made that healing painful on purpose," grumbled Leanne, wolfing down an apple.
"It's part of their motto," Talissa, who had dropped in from her Myrdraal- spearing class, said gloomily. "Learning Through Pain. I heard about it from the Official Fanfiction University of Middle-Earth. It's the Lord of the Rings one, the original."
"Ooh," another would-be-sa'sara dancer muttered. "I wouldn't go to two of these for all the fanfic in the world."
"What about all the lust objects in the world?"
"Now that's a tough question."
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Aman'mai: Yay! Now wasn't that a long-ish chapter?
Shaitan: NO KIDDING.
Aman'mai: I thought Shroomie and I did well on that one.
Shaitan: I'M SURE YOU DID.
Aman'mai: Are you trying to be sarcastic?
Shaitan: *yawn* OF COURSE NOT.
Aman'mai: Yes you were! You didn't like it!
Shaitan: AND THE PENNY DROPS.
Aman'mai: Not talking to you anymore.
Shaitan: I'M ALMOST CERTAIN THAT'S A BAD THING.
Aman'mai: *rolls eyes* Grrr . . .
Aman'mai: Hello, all! I've been restricted to lunchtimes and weekends now so we can't update so often. thanks for all the reviews though! Keep them coming! Also, we are taking mini names, so pls include them in your review, thankies!
TheShroom: Yes, what she said. Don't go away, because we are still working on this! Keep sending everything in - minis, reviews, plot ideas, enrolments, anything. Luv ya, Shroomie.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Erin turned to Lady Bashere and found the woman standing behind her.
"Eep."
"Right! Now, we've all seen your kind of dancing so what I want you all to do now is this," barked Lady Bashere, straight into Erin's ear.
Lady Bashere positioned her hips and begun to sway them hypnotically, hula style. Then, her arms slowly rose in beat with the motion of her hips.
The rest of the class began to follow suit, some almost perfect but soon a crack of bones could all be heard and everyone was on the floor clutching their hips.
"Argh! My hip! What the hell happened to my hip? Gyah!" screamed Jess, whom had now earned everyone's mutual hate after she had announced her plans to woo Lan with her rendition of 'Can U Feel The Lurve Tonite?'
"Oh dearie me," bellowed Lady Bashere softly.
Some people were getting up, but most remained where they were- on account of the fact that they were only capable of only that. Erin was one of them.
"I'm afraid you don't have the flexibility for sa'sara, children," hollered Lady Bashere over the courtyard. "Fayle and Msat, could you gather some other mini's and get the lame to the MediWard?"
The named minis nodded once and ambled out the door, returning only a few minutes later with a horde of their own kind. Under Fayle's direction, the students (many passed out from the sight of various minis approaching at head height) were carried to the Infirmary. Preferring not to think of the various appendages holding her up, Erin was happy to get knocked unconscious by careless handling near a doorway - even though she could have sworn she heard a Mini-troll snigger as she passed out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Slowly, Erin opened one eye. Judging by what she couldn't see out of the squint, Erin opened the other one too.
"Ah, the lady awakes," Lan's handsome face loomed above her, "your hip should heal as soon as Moiraine or Nyneave gets here." He laughed as he saw Erin grimace, "Do not worry, it is better than being lame for the week."
Hah! I doubt it . . . did he really just look and talk to me? Whoa. Erin started to go floppy and pink then shook herself, you're as bad as that Jess, yeesh! But then, that grin . . . She shuddered, then inwardly groaned and squeezed her eyes tight as she spotted Nyneave walking up to her.
"Well, well, well. I'm not surprised you're here," Nyneave placed her hands on Erin's hip and breathed deeply.
A tingle spread throughout her hips . . .
When she had finished screaming and thrashing, Erin was ready to walk - and ready to eat, too. She headed out to the kitchen where she found a few of her sa'sara classmates scrounging a meal too.
"All done," said Nyneave, "Didn't feel a thing did you?" Erin nodded. "Good then, you better go by the office on the way to class, I understand you were a little drowsy this morning."
Erin stared at the woman as she marched off, Does everybody know that I slept in . . . almost as if it were a crime, she thought to herself.
Humming Hot Action Cop down the corridor she steered herself towards a desk where she found a woman on what looked like, a mobile phone.
"Err, should that work here?" Erin asked the woman at the desk.
"Are you sure that he won't come out? What's he doing now? Oh dear, I'd better come then . . . ok, I'll see you in five. Right," the woman turned to Erin, "Ahh, you're the student who hasn't collected her timetable yet. You'll have to wait a minute or two, though. Follow me, I may need your help."
"Help with what?" asked Erin, but the woman only walked faster.
Moments later, the woman turned to a long, dark corridor, you know, one of those really scary ones where you just know that a big hairy thing is just going to leap out and eat you or something and there's a eerie glow that highlights the paintings so that the eyes look like they're following you down the hallway, just waiting to see what nasty thing will happen to you like fall down a trapdoor or something . . .
Erin decided to stop thinking right there or she'd collapse and have to be healed again. She didn't want to be in the Infirmary again in a hurry: that was for sure.
"Who are you?" Erin asked, when she got no answer, she repeated herself.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Aman'mai" the woman whispered over her shoulder, "and I would appreciate it if you could be quiet as we enter, he's a little unstable."
"Who is?"
The door opened and Aman'mai cautiously approached a shadow in the corner.
"Hello, Rand." She murmured, "How are you?"
"No, my name is Lews Therin Kinslayer! Nooooo! Ilyena!!!" the man began to sob.
"Rand . . . " Aman'mai moved closer.
"No! Get away from me! I am a killer! The maidens . . . " Rand began to rock back and forth murmuring names to himself, "Lamelle - Surandha - Liah- "
"It's worse now," another woman stepped forward, "I don't know if he'll come back."
"It might be a trick, Hunter. Lews has done that to us before, you know."
"I know but this looks pretty serious to me." Hunter and Aman'mai turned to Rand, "You don't think he'll . . . ?"
"I don't think so. I hope not."
Erin looked at Rand again. He was quite cute actually, sure he was crazy but a little work and . . .
"I came as soon as I could." Erin looked up and saw Elayne. What, is everyone going to come and gawk at poor little Randy-wandy . . .
Erin moved to Rand and started to hug him.
WHOOMPH!
Erin hit the ceiling and came down to see the ground rush up to meet her. Guess Elayne doesn't want any help with Rand, then.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Healed once more and ready to eat, Erin limped out to the kitchen where she found a few of her classmates scrounging a meal.
"I'll bet you they made that healing painful on purpose," grumbled Leanne, wolfing down an apple.
"It's part of their motto," Talissa, who had dropped in from her Myrdraal- spearing class, said gloomily. "Learning Through Pain. I heard about it from the Official Fanfiction University of Middle-Earth. It's the Lord of the Rings one, the original."
"Ooh," another would-be-sa'sara dancer muttered. "I wouldn't go to two of these for all the fanfic in the world."
"What about all the lust objects in the world?"
"Now that's a tough question."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aman'mai: Yay! Now wasn't that a long-ish chapter?
Shaitan: NO KIDDING.
Aman'mai: I thought Shroomie and I did well on that one.
Shaitan: I'M SURE YOU DID.
Aman'mai: Are you trying to be sarcastic?
Shaitan: *yawn* OF COURSE NOT.
Aman'mai: Yes you were! You didn't like it!
Shaitan: AND THE PENNY DROPS.
Aman'mai: Not talking to you anymore.
Shaitan: I'M ALMOST CERTAIN THAT'S A BAD THING.
Aman'mai: *rolls eyes* Grrr . . .