A/N: This is a combined-fic with Queen's Own...I like combined ficcies, you only have to write half the chapters...heh heh...So anyway...
Thoughts
:Mindspeech:
*** A passage of time
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Meriya stomped down the hallways toward her room, glaring at the hallways. Infuriatingly empty. Of course, she would probably have been madder if there were people here...
They would, inevitably, be whispering about how she was "in one of her Ômoods' again." She really didn't feel like dealing with that right now...
:And I would feel sorry for anyone who dared to say that within a mile of you.:
:Out of my head, horse.: She wouldn't trade Lyan for anything, not even a peaceful life in some abandoned place with no one to bother her (though she wished for that often enough), and yet he got on her nerves sometimes...
Of course, so does everyone else. Each and every person that had ever even met her said she had a temper to match her strong firestarting gift, and she couldn't disagree.
She reached the door to her room she had been given when she first came to the Collegeum. Lyan had come up in the middle of one of endless fights with her brother; she was in the middle of yelling a particularly ghastly insult, and he had come up in between them, calm as he rarely was, except when they were doing something important. She laughed all over again at the stunned look on her brother's face when she had thrown her arms around Lyan and hopped on her new Companion's back in the same movement. That had been about a year ago, and now she could find this room with her eyes to the floor and stuck in angry flashbacks, as she was now.
Crash- she threw the door open and bang-she slammed it shut.
She was always given time off from her classes when she got worked into one of these tempers. "For everyone's safety" her teachers always said-
-Actually, it probably was. Who knew what her not-fully-under-control Gift would do when she got herself into one of these tempers, and there was no better cure than time alone in her room, with no one to get her even madder.
Ah. Time alone-a bliss I can enjoy altogether too little.
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:Chosen...are you calmed down?:
:As much as I ever am, Lyan.:
:A joke-must be more!:
Meriya sent him a little mental glare and only said, :So...what's your point?:
:Doss just returned.:
:Kindly block me out tonight, will you?:
:Um.: If Companions could blush, he would've.
:Can hardly blame you...she's been gone a month...: her tone was dry, sarcastic, but turned to shock as she realized...a month... :Where was she, anyway?:
: Northern border.:
This got her attention. :Can I see her Chosen?:
:Of course...: he said vaguely, and she felt him drop the link.
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Her arm was around Lyan, feigning an innocent walk in the gardens while she watched the new Chosen and the Dean talk out of the corner of her eye. So far she had gathered that his name was Alyx and he was extremely hyper and annoying. And that he was tremendously handsome.
Why are all the good-looking guys so annoying?
Lyan, ever eavsdropping on her thoughts, sent along a little mental snicker.
She returned a glare.
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A/N: So, the next chapter's Queen's Own's. Don't complain to me if it doesn't get updated in a while XD.
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