A/N: Ok, we're getting some plot here now.
And Airotciv, no, I haven't. Did I miss something?
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:Chosen,: Kit's Companion's mental "nudge" awakened him.
:Gwynne?:
:Get up. Ysabel needs you.:
:You mean Ysabel the Queen's Own's Companion? What for?: he mindspoke, hurrying into the first clothes he could get his hands on, which just happened to be his dress whites. :Oh wait, don't tell meÉshe's found someone to choose, but that someone just HAPPENS to be far away, or in another time.: his mind-voice was slightly tinged with annoyance.
:Both, actually.:
:You Companions! Just can't make ANYTHING easy!: he teased, smiling.
:Just hurry up.:
:I'm going, I'm goingÉ:
Kit finished dressing and sprinted down the stairs, through a corridor, and outside, stopping when he got to the Companion's Field.
:Finally.:
:Hey, just take me to her. Now.: he mounted quickly and easily.
Gwynne took off. Stopping abruptly in front of a small stand of pines, she gave him a mental shove and snorted. :Get off.:
Kris dismounted, just as quickly and just as easily as he had mounted. :In there?:
:Yes. She's just inside. Now hurry up!:
:As you say, Your Highness.:
:GO!:
Kit laughed and stepped forward.
Snap.
Kit jumped and whirled around, grabbing at his throwing dagger as he did, but stopped suddenly when his eyes met ones of a blue that could only belong to a Companion.
:You went too far,: said a voice in his head, feminine, but not Gwynne's. She could only be
:Ysabel?:
:Yes.:
:So where exactly did you want to go?:
:It's a place called Earth. More specifically, New Orleans, Louisiana, the United States of America, North America. July 4th, 1921, the time is, in their terms.: the Companion sent along a mental picture of the place.
It was a city of some sorts, but so dirtyÉhe shuddered involuntarily. The oppressive heat was obvious even from the mere picture, so obvious that he found himself sweating himself despite the cool of the grove.
:It's a horrible place, isn't it?:
:It's not all like thatÑthat's the back of town. The poor section, I guess. But, yes.:
:WellÉI guess we're going there now.: He let the link fade at that. His eyes unfocused, and he Saw the fabrics of time and place stretched out before him. He put out a mental hand and pulled
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A/N: SoÉWha'dya think? More comin as soon as I can find time to write. :D