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A bright and shining sun rose silently to the east of Prontera. The town was still asleep, yet tangible energy was suspended in the air, like a deep breath before the storm. Clear and piercing notes drifted down from the castle over the town. Silver trumpets blazed in heigtened glory as the days of Midsummer began. Taking their cue from the castle trumpets, gaurds and herelds alike all over the town joined in.
Fenris groaned and put her head underneath her pillow, scrunching
her eyes shut. She half mumbled-half thought, "They'd better only do
this on the first day..." Iris, normally a sound and heavy sleeper,
jumped out of bed with a joyful cry. Fenris goraned again, more
irritabley, and rolled over to one side. The cleric was on her in an
instant. She bounced up and down on the end of the warlock's bed.
"C'mon Fenris! Up and at 'em! It's the first day of the festival!"
Fenris lifted her pillow aside some so she could address the girl
snapping,
"I am well aware of this fact Iris, but it is far to early in the
morning, so if you would, would you please stop bouncing on my bed and
making such a ruckus?" Iris stood up and drew back a little; her voice
sounded more than a little hurt,
"Fenris.." The warlock instantly felt regret, and guilt, for her anger.
She sighed and sat up,
"Allright, allright I'm sorry Iris. I didn't mean to be so rude. I was
just having a nice dream is all." She yawned widely, "I suppose we
should get ready. You may use the bathroom first Iris, but be quick we
won't want to miss the opening ceremony." Iris nodded and grabbed her
bath things and her outfit,
"Okay!" She walked, or rather, ran across the room and dashed out the
door before Fenris could complete her next sentence,
"And be sure not to slam the--!!" Thud! Fenris cringed a little
then sighed, "..door..."
----
Meanwhile in the boy's room, there was another exchange. Chaos was
irked to find that Loki had changed his mind and was contemplating not
going to the festival.
"What do you mean you're not going!?" The assasin evenly
replied back,
"I told you farmboy, I think this whole thing is a very foolish idea."
Chaos rolled his eyes,
"Yeah? What about Fenris then? Don't you wanna, you know, maybe spend
some time alone with her? It'd be a good chance for you to talk to her
again..." Loki said nothing, but he didn't seem to be conceding either.
Chaos put his hands on his hips, "Right, that's it! I've had enough of
your stubborness! You're going weather you feel like it or not
assasin!" Loki narrowed his eyes,
"You cannot make me go anywhere rune knight." Chaos grinned evily,
"Wanna bet?" Loki gave a slight snort of disbelief. Chaos shrugged,
"Allright then I'm gonna go talk to Fenris then." He started towards
the door, and suddenly found Loki in his way. He smiled cheerfully,
"Yes Loki?"
"What do you need to talk to Fenris for?" Chaos smilied far too innocently,
"Oh nothing." Loki narrowed his eyes, his fists clenching. For once in
his life he was struggling to keep his anger under control; he was
practically seething with anger towards the knight. He gritted his
teeth, then finally snapped bad temperedly,
"Allright! Fine, you win. I will go to this ..thing." Chaos laughed and
patted him on the shoulder,
"That's the spirit Loki! Just relax and enjoy yourself. It'll be a
great chance for the two of you to have some private time together, and
maybe talk things over."
"'Private time?' Do you think I am three years old and need a time-out
or something? What is 'private time' supposed to mean?" Chaos sighed
and made his way to the door, "I'll explain it when I get back. I'm off
to go see if any of the baths upstairs are still open, some creepy lady
on this floor kept trying to get a glimpse of me last night." He
shuddered, "See ya in a bit" Chaos shut the door softly behind him.
Loki let out the breath he had been holding and started breathing
heavily, fiercely wishing he had something on hand to destroy.
-----
When Iris returned, slamming the door of course, she was fully
dressed and ready to go for Midsummer. Fenris handed her her wreath
crown, and excused herself to the baths so she could freshen herself
up. She returned from her brief clensing ritual to find Iris pacing
around the room like mad. The cleric looked up as Fenris walked in and
instantly assaulted her with questions, "Are we ready now!? Can we go?
Can we go now? Do you think the boys are ready? What if they aren't!?
Fenris what are we gonna do if they're not ready!?" Fenris stifled a
smile and patted the girl's shoulder,
"I'm sure they won't keep us long in waiting Iris. Now where..?" The
warlock looked about the room quickly for her wreath, then smiled and
placed it on her head. "Well, shall we go give our noble escorts a
visit?" Iris nodded vigourously and punched a fist in the air,
"Yeah!"
----
Within an hour the four of them had assembled among a teeming throng
of people. After a series of long-winded speeches by the Pronteran
castle lords, the festival was finally declared open. Immediatley the
place was full of life and happiness. The four wandered about, 'till
Iris separated saying that there was 'something important' that she
needed to attend to, promising to meet them later at an arranged
meeting place for lunch. This left Chaos, Loki, and Fenris to walk
around the fair grounds by themselves. Chaos' ears honed in on a
barker's cry and he gravitaded over to the gathering crowd. A young
Pronteran, perhaps only a few years out of adolecance stood beside
another older man gathering people as they cried out,
"Come one come all! Test your strength against travellers from near and
far!
"How far will you go in one of the oldest traditions of Midgard?"
"Participate like countless of others in the annual contest of strength
and endurence---the wrestling match!"
"Five thousand Zenny goes to the winner!" The crowds murmurred
excitedly at that. Chaos nudged Loki,
"You wanna enter? I know I'm gonna." The assasin shrugged and remarked
dryly,
"I suppose I shall, since you seem to feel that you will loose the
unless I join as well." It took Chaos a couple moments to figure out
what the assasin was saying and cried indignatly,
"Hey! Allright Loki, just for that you're going down! Try not to loose
before our final match." Chaos went to go sign up, leaving Fenris and
Loki quite awkwardly alone amidst a rowdy, jostling crowd of people.
Neither of them said anything, and Loki had a niggiling feeling that
Chaos had left them alone on purpose. He could practically hear the
red-head shouting in his head, 'Say something to her you idiot!'
Fenris abrubtly broke the silence,
"I'm surprised you're not wearing your armor or swords today. Did Chaos
take you shopping for your clothes?" The assasin was clothed in an
off-white long-sleeved tunic made of a light gauzey material. At the
point of the low v-neck, there was an embroidered guillutine cross
symbol that Fenris wondered idly how it got there. Also the Assasin was
wearing tight dark forest-green leather pants that clung to his legs
and buttocks, and a pair of black leather boots. Loki nodded,
"Chaos would not let me leave with my weapons, supposedly they're not
allowed while the festival is in progress...I dislike it though. I feel
exposed." Fenris' lips twitched in a momentary smile,
"It'll be fine. You can probably defend yourself without aid of sword
or armor from what I've seen. I do like your Midsummer clothes though,
when did you get them?"
"Last night, the knight insisted." Loki crossed his arms, it really was
bothering him not having his armor or swords. What's worse he kept
feeling that someone would take advantage of the hustle and bustle and
sneak up on them and take them by surprise. Fenris misinterpreted his
silence and gesture.
"It can't have been that bad," She insisted. Loki turned his head to
look at her,
"Mm?"
"The shopping."
"Oh," He shruggged, "It seems unnessisary to me." Fenris was unable to
answer as Chaos returned announcing that they were both registered for
the contest. Fenris turned to Chaos,
"Are you entirley sure that's fair?" The knight shrugged,
"Hey it's not like I'm gonna use any of my Rune skills or anything.
This is all about pure muscle!" Chaos puncuated his point by flexing
his arm and showing off a bicep. He rolled his sholders. "We still have
time for an early lunch, let's go get Iris."
They saw Iris waiting for them under a tall oak tree with ribbions
dangling from the boughs. She grinned as she saw them walk up to her
and withdrew a trio of small bags from behind her back.
"Surprise!" She cried out, "I got you all presents!" She distributed
them accordingly and urged them to look inside. The cleric jumped up
and down, "Open them open them!" In Chaos' bag was a heavy, manly
bracelet. He grinned and put it on immediatley, tracing his fingeres
along the sharp curves of the links. He pulled Iris into a tight hug
and murrmured something the other two couldn't quite hear, but when he
drew away, her ears and cheeks were bright red. Loki opened his and
found a small, plain sliver dagger. He shoved it into his boot witout a
word and felt much less anxious. Fenris gasped a little when she opened
hers. She brought out a small glass vial.
"Iris! How..how did you know!? This is one of my favorite
scents! But it hasn't been poppular or even common for ages!"
She took out the stopper and the air was filled with a sweet honey and
herbal smell. She dabbed a bit behind her ears and on her neck and
chest. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she expressed her grattitude to
the cleric, completley forgetting moments before she'd been embracing
the man who once had loved her.
After food and ample thanks, they meandered back over to the
wrestling area. Chaos was in the first round against a huge,
ugly-looking blacksmith. Just before he went in, he stripped off his
shirt and wreath, handing them to Iris winking, "No sense in dirtying
up my nice good clothes is there?" Chaos stepped into the ring and the
younger man from earlier played the role of announcer. The rules were
simple, whoever was able to flip their opponent on their back, or pin
them down for eight seconds won and moved on. Fenris could hear bets
rippling through the crowd as the round was about to start. Because of
Chaos' smaller sice, mose people seemed to favore the blacksmith. She
narrowed her eyes confidently, Don't underestimate him...they'll
see. The fight was surprisingly short. Chaos was able to pin down
the larger man in about twelve minutes. The crowd cheered and Chaos
returned to them quite sweaty and breathing hard. The annoucements for
the next match drowned out whatever comments he would have liked to
make. Three more matches passed by then it was Loki's turn. He turned
to Fenris and politley said,
"If you would please." Without another word, he handed her his oak
crown and his tunic striding off to the ring. The warlock felt a funny
fluttering in her stomach as he walked off, but she coulnd't pin down
what it was. Loki's first fight went even faster than Chaos'' did and
he returned within five minutes. The knight and assasin clawed their
way up swiftly and surely. Some of the crowds moved under some nearby
awnings as the sun beat down below. Fenris wiped some swat off her
forehead. It was the final match, Chaos and Loki were the two final
contestants. She wasn't sure who she wanted to win, but she was quite
curious as to what the outcome would be. Iris commented to her
off-handedly taking a break from breathign in the scent of Chaos'
shirt,
"You know I've never noticed it before but Loki's kinda hot isn't he? I
mean, yeah he's all serious 'Mr. Ice-man' but wow! Whata hot bod!
Still, I think Chaos looks better. Especially in those pants he's
wearing, yum!" The cleric giggled, ignoring the older woman's horrified
expression and flush scrawled across her face.
Iris did have a point though. Some women were so taken by them that
they'd deserted the awnings for ringside seats on haybales. It wasn't
hard to see why. Both boys were covered in persperation. The knight
smirked as he and the assasin circled each other, muscles rippling in
the sun, "Thought you were from the desert?" Loki grunted back,
"It's dry there." Hardly after he had finished his sentence
when he was grappling with the spiky-headed man. They grunted and
sweated as they they pushed against each other evenly matched. They
burst apart, Chaos wiping some sweat off his jaw. He charged at Loki.
Many things happened at once. First of all, he missed, second his arm
was grabbed by the pale assasin, and then he was looking up at the
sky after tumbling in a circle. He was vaugley aware of the face that
his back now hurt. He saw the sillouette of the assasin standing over
him, sun behind him like so long ago in the very same city. Though his
stance was more relaxed, and his eyes didn't burn with hatred, and his
voice lacked the
'I'm-going-to-kill-you-and-rip-out-your-innards-for-jekals-to-feast-on'
tone as he said, "I believe this match is, how you would say, 'mine,'"
Chaos shook his head, totally taken aback. From somewhere he heard the
announcer say,
"And we have a winner! The final match goes to Loki!" The assasin
helped him up as the crowd cheered. The assasin took the money, and
waited till he and Chaos had returned to the girls to distibute it. The
boys towled off, and watched Iris and Fenris divide the money. Fenris
clucked her tounge irritabley,
"They just had to award it in one zenny coins didn't they?" She
shook her head. Iris also had a habbit of forgetting coins that she had
counted and those she had not. This would cause arguments between her
and Fenris. Finally Chaos broke in irritabley,
"It doesn't have to be exact! Just as long as it's split up more or
less evenly so that we don't lose everyhting if we get pick-pocketed!"
This put an end to things and the four of them had extremly plump
purses after that.
Chaos announced his hunger after that and excused himself, taking Iris away with him, claiming there was something he'd promised to do for her. They disapeared into the crowd within moments and for the second time that day, Loki felt as though he'd been abandoned to suffer what Chaos explained earlier to him has "private time" with Fenris. He remembered the conversation vividly.
---"The first thing you gotta do is relax and be yourself. Try making some light conversation. Be sure to complement her at every oppourtunity it looks like you might gain points" He remembered his next question, "'Points?'" "Uh.. nevermind about that for now. Anyways THEN you gotta..."---
Loki muttered out loud without meaning to, "Bet he's off having his
own 'private time..' Jerk." Fenris tilted her head,
"I'm sorry Loki, did you say something?" Loki cleared his throat,
"Nothing. Just commenting on the rudeness of those two." Fenris thought
that Loki, who had almost no social skills apart from keeping his mouth
shut at appropriate times, commenting on anyone's behavior in such a
way struck her as hilarious. She laughed, quite longer and louder than
she meant to. The assasin crossed his arms, muttering darkly to
himself,
"More rudeness! I don't know why I put up with it...I should just leave
them to their fate and let them die, then we'll see them have
manners. Hmph!" This made Fenris laugh even harder, so she had to lean
against a booth for support for a moment. She only stopped after the
assasin asked her calmly, if not irritably, if she'd taken a leave of
senses as he knew of a dunking booth that might restore her composure.
Fenris protested that she thought he was being funny and that she was
glad he was showng a sense of humour for a change. Loki repied smoothly
that he wasn't and he'd been being quite serious as though that settled
the matter. He did choose however, to ignore a few supressed sniggers
from his companion. Elapsed time, four minutes. So far, 'private time'
was not going well for the assasin.
They wandered around aimlessly, neither of them speaking much. Loki
spied a flower booth and walked over. He selected a long stemed yellow
rose and handed over some zenny to the lady there. He handed it to
Fenris without a word. She jumped a little, quite surprised, but her
fingeres closed carefully on the stem. She brought it to her nose and
took in a breath of its scent. She smiled at him,
"I don't know what this is for, but it's very sweet of you Loki. Thank
you." He nodded,
"The pleasure was mine." She smiled again, and the rest of 'private
time' was silent and uneventful.
The two of them ended up sitting across from each other at the
evening banquet. It was free and open to everyone so there was quite a
large crowd with rows upon rows of long tables put together, and
benches all around. They could hear above the dull drone of the crowds
various minstrels and instrument, playing time-honored songs of summer.
It was incredible how much food there was! Roast turkey, ham, boar,
fish, phesant, chicken, and all manner of steaks were plentiful. Then
there were dozens of salads, bushels of nuts both roasted and plain,
multitudes of fruit, and steamed vegetables. Just when Loki thought he
couldn't eat anymore, not having the voracious appitite Chaos or Iris
had, desserts were being served. Fenris' face was aglow with girlish
delight as she took a slice of the rich chocolate cake that had been
placed between them. Other people were keen to get a slice, so Loki put
one on his plate and passed it along. He prodded it with his fork, as
though he expected it to come alive. He looked across at Fenris for an
explination. She laughed,
"This isn't just any chocolate cake! Inside the cake somewhere is a
thimble or a ring or something like that, and whoever finds it in
theirs will have good luck for the year! My mother almost always seemed
to get it.." Her eyes misted over as she brought back memories of her
childhood in her present life. Loki turned his attention back to his
cake. He prodded it again. He raised a skeptic brow,
"A thimble or a ring? Sounds like someone could sawllow it if they're
careless.. hardly sounds lucky to me." Fenris laughed,
"That's what I always thought too. Mom always made a big show about
having broken her teeth." She shook her head, "Anyways, enough
sentiment! Eat! It's really delicious, it's a local specialty!" Loki
divided a mouthful from his portion and he tried it. He hated to admit
it, if only to himself, it was good. Even though he'd never
been much for frivolities or culinary adventures, something about the
way the cake melted slowly on his tounge and sparked in his mouth with
rich, full flavor made his senses spin. He slowly, methodicly made his
way though the cake, savoring each and every bite, knowing full well
he'd probably never taste it again. About three quarters of the way
through, his fork collided with something. He frowned and unearthed it
from the precious morsal. It was a ring. A small, plain silver ring,
too small for his fingers most likley. He brushed off some crumbs and
handed it to Fenris gravely. She stared at the ring in her hand, almost
as though it had burned her, she was so surprised. She looked up at
him, "But..but.. it's yours! You found it! I mean...its
supposed to be your luck I couldn't accept this I-" He cut her
off flatly,
"It's too small for my fingers, and I have no need for such things
anyway. Perhaps you could put an enchantment on it or something and
make it somehow useful." With that he went back to eating his cake,
totally imersed in his own world deaf, even to Fenris' thanks and
protest. She stared at the ring for a moment, then examined it, and saw
something odd on the inside, reminding herself to look at it later, she
slid it onto her middle finger.
After the tables were cleared, a large space was cleared in the
center. The musicians all converged and started playing a lively jig
and people began to dance and jump to the rhythm. The shadows behind
them lengthened and writhed in a wild frenzy of delight. Fenris
stretched and stood up raising her voice above the din, "I'm going to
go see if I can find a pitcher of water, I'll be right back." Loki
nodded, and continued to sit, observing the curious manuvers that were
taking place in the cleared out space. Fenris's gaze lingered on him as
she went. There's so much he does not understand, she thought,
about midsummer, about people, and sometimes I wonder, even about himself..
As her hand clasped on the porcelain handle of a pitcher, she felt
someone grab her shoulder and turn her round. It was a stranger, a man,
who was extremley dirty and--judging by the smell of his breath--extremley
drunk. He leaned his face in and revealed very yellow teeth as he
spoke,
"Come on.. me little pretty.. come an' have a dance wi' uncle Roger!" He
swayed a little and laughed. Fenris decided she did not like him and
responded diplomaticly,
"No, I'm sorry.. I do not feel comfortable dancing with strangers."
'Roger' as he called himself, pinned her arms swiftly and brought her
closer still to him. She tried to push away, but his grip was vice-like
and impossible to even lessen.
"Come now me pretty. we must've met 'afore..'afore sunrise? After
sunset? Sometime in between eh?" Fenris shook her head, now desperate
to get away from him,
"No! You really are mistaking me with someone else let me go!" The
drunken brute gave a hacking laugh,
"An' what if I don'?" A cold voice behind him made him freeze,
"Then you shall suffer a fate too horrible for your tiny, drunken
mind
to comprehend." Fenris took advantage of the man's shock and ran to
Loki, completley forgetting about the water pitcher. She felt an urge
to stand behind him and cling to his arm, but she felt that would be
inappropriate, as well as uncomfortable for the assasin. Loki narrowed
his pale green eyes at the man, "If you are still within my sight by
the time I count to four, you will wish you'd never been brought to
live your miserable excuse for a life. One, two..." The man had
vanished, faster than an apple down a poring's throat. Fenris let out a
breath,
"Thank you Loki.. you have.. no idea how grateful I am." She
shuddered, "I should've used the tetta vortex spell on that
low-life..." Loki nodded, still scanning for some sign of the man,
almost as though hoping he would get to carry out his threats.
"Well you are safe now. Perhaps I should accompany you from now on to
deter other such braggarts?" Fenris flushed a little and smiled warmly,
"I'd like that very much. Come! My bodygaurd must treat me to a dance!"
She twirled around on the spot. For one fleeting instant, Loki thought
about declining, but when he saw her hair whirl around, coupled with
the fact that Chaos would surely kill him or make him do it later, he
found himself saying yes. Fenris grinned and grabbed his hand, leading
him to the center ring, amidst all the other bodies.
Fenris stopped at a likely place, and lifted up the hand she was
already holding. Glancing quickly out of the corner of his eye at some
other dancers, Loki placed a hand lightly on her waist. She put her
hand on his shoulder and she started dancing straightaway, no
instruction for her clueless partner. At first he was concerned mainly
with staying out of her way and not stepping on her feet, but Fenris
seemed to need little guidence from him. As he observed others, he was
able to make his movements less stiff, and after he realized it was
merley getting used to her movements and moving around (and with) them,
dancing suddenly made sense to him. Fenris, after sensing he was more
comfortable, attempted some conversation with him.
"Do you feel less naked now that Iris gave you that knife?" He nodded curtly, suddenly remembering something.
"What did you mean when you said your perfume had not been common
for ages?" Fenris blinked, then smiled a little sadly, almost akin to
the look she always retained when looking at Chaos,
"Ah, it was very popular a long time ago. It was unusual, so it
was a sort of signature thing for Prontera. Far off places like Comodo
or Geffen would pay over twice its weight for even a small vial of
it... but that was a long, long time ago. So long ago it's nearly 'once
upon a time.' Though my mother in this life, she was an alchemist you
see, she didoccasionally make some for me. The whole house
would smell of rosemary and almonds and honey.. and.." She took in a
breath, "That's all in the past."
"Isn't everything?" Fenris half-smiled at that.
"I suppose. One way or another everything becomes the past. Strange
that moments gone by are easier to hold than ones in the present..."
The music slowed and became a lilting waltz. They moved to a closer
proximity to one another, as did others around them. Loki gazed into
her eyes for a moment before saying,
"Then..I shall hold fast to this moment before it slips away."
Fenris didn't know what to say to this, and just led him in a simple
version of the Geffen Waltz.
After a few more dances, Fenris took his hand again and led him down a familiar path. She smiled as bells tolled out the set of the sun. "Just in time!" She exclaimed and ushered Loki to one of the nearby benches. Before them was a large wooden theatre, weathered to be sure, but some of the wood seemed newer than the rest, no doubt from repairs of the seige those many months ago. Still most of the stage seemed to be original and that alone was impressive in itself.
There was a short fanfare as the curtains opened. The play was a creation story of how Midgard came to be. Due to the fact that Loki already knew the story, and that the actors switched between archaic speech and Old Tounge his attention drifted more often to the warlock sitting beside him. She was enraptured by the play, paing strict attention to each line being said, no doubt to compare it to the 'sundance' she'd spoken of. The crowd applauded, jarring Loki out of his study, and he joined in, though not as enthuiastically as the others around him. The next scene started and he went back to listless attention, his mind racing everywhere as were his senses. Eventualy his attention shifted to Fenris again. Totally involuntary on his part. He kept wondering what it was she was thinking, he wanted to know what was going on inside her head. And so it went throughout the play, he'd pay attention, get bored, study Fenris, then catch himself and pay attention again...
He was grateful when the actors took their final bows. He
disliked being around so many other people, even if one of them was
Fenris. The warlock yawned,
"Shall we go Loki? ...I'd like to get back to the inn now.." He stood and nodded, silently agreeing.
It should have occured to them as strange that they hadn't seen
Chaos and Iris for the last several hours. It should have occured to
them to go looking for their companions. Yet for some reason, Fenris
found herself chatting lightly enjoying Loki's presence and he hers
totally unconcerned about the cleric and the knight. Fenris was
surprised to find herself suddenly standing outside her door. Whenever
did that happen? She looked at the assasin and wondered if his ability
to just appear places was contagious. His gaze locked with hers and for
a moment she was breathless, then sad that she had to say goodnight.
She nodded her head a little, "Well..goodnight Loki. Sweet dreams."
Loki bowed his head,
"As I hope yours are." She smiled again then turned to open the
door. She half looked back at him. For once his eyes weren't piercing,
weren't searching for all viable threats. They were normal human
eyes and he seemed no more extraordinary than any other man. He nodded
again and she quietly stepped inside her chambers. He sighed deeply
after she shut the door. Standing there at ease for a moment. Then he
gave himself a mental shake and suddenly he was the self-contained
fortress that he'd always been. He turned and opened his own door and
went in, not making a sound. He found Chaos already there, snoring
uproariously. Loki shook his head and placed his wreath on the table,
before lowering himself into bed.
In the other room Fenris was tucking Iris in. The younger girl had managed to mangle her bedding into a disorganized mess already. The warlock aranged the sheets neatly and covered the girl's exposed feet. She took off her wreath and placed it next to Iris'. She sat on the edge of her bed, running a comb through her long hair. A shaft of moonlight caught on the silver of her ring, and she remembered that she'd told herself to look on the inside of it. She slipped it off her finger, closing her eyes for a moment, exploring it magically to make sure that there weren't any flaws that might cause problems later if she decided to enchant it. Sensing none, she opened her eyes and turned it round in her fingers, holding it up to the moonlight so she could read the insription. She draw in a soft breath as she saw what was written there:
To me till death as dear as breath
She blushed a little, It's a-a posey ring! But he couldn't have he?
Fenris' dark violet eyes turned towards the door in the direction of
the boy's room. She slid the ring back on her finger. It must have been
a coincidence is all. Just a coincidence...She slid down and nestled
under the covers, sliding one hand under her pillow, touching the stem
of hinnale there.
Who will I dream of tonight..?
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:dies: OMFG!! Soooo cute! Mwahahahaha! Just wait till the 'sundance'
shows up! Then it gets randy! Hahahahaha!
Hee I love it. Loki is all like, "Grr. My Fenris. Back off. Rawr." XD