LK: Ladies and Gentlemen: I have gotten ONE review over the last two
chapters... now, I don't mean to complain, but that seems a little harsh to
me! *whine* please review my story! It is VERY discouraging to not get
reviews... thank you to that reviewer! I still luv all of you, just, be
nice to me back, k? k.
Chapter Eleven: (I've written eleven chapters now?! WOW!) THE WEDDING: Doubles
"When do you think Mistress Daine's daughter is going to get married?!"
"Whenever she has mind to, you ninny! Do you think that Mistress Daine and Master Numair will refuse that child ANYTHING?!!?!?!?!?"
"Well... no... but..."
"Well then, shut up! Someone _important_ might hear you!..."
"Like me, for example?" The two gossipy maids turned around as "Master Mawat!" spoke, having suddenly appeared behind them. (A/N this is in his room, by the way!)
"I beg your pardon, sir... we meant no harm..."
"That's quite alright, ladies. Mawat's just teasing." Sarras sauntered over and poked her fiancee with an inch long talon. (A/N: these are other wise known as my mother's nails... a word to the wise: keep out of poking range of my mother!!!)
As the two girls slunk away muttering apologies, Mawat turned to Sarras and asked "So, darlin', when are we gonna get married officially, and get along with it a lot more than just a piece of paper and a nod of consent?" Sarras blushed and looked down, and Mawat put his finger under her chin. "Look at me, love." He studied her face as he looked into her eyes, expecting to see just her eyes, but he saw much more than he had expected. Her eyes, the door to the soul, told him everything. All of her hopes, her dreams, her love. He blinked his eyes and gently pulled her into his arms. Burying his face in her hair, he softly said "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever told me, and you didn't have to say anything at all."
Sarras sniffed and looked up into his face, smiling very slightly, the way she always did when she felt beyond happy.
LK: Mush. I love it. *sniff* JK! Anywayz, I have heard a complaint about my grammar, (ahem, shin!) and I will say this again! I WRITE THIS STUFF SEMI-WRONG ON PURPOSE, BECAUSE BEING GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT GETS REALLY, REALLY, _REALLY _ BORING WHEN YOU SPEND SEVEN-EIGHT HOURS OF YOUR LIFE IN SCHOOL! THEREFORE, DON'T COMPLAIN! IT ONLY MAKES ME AGITATED! And I am NOT quite as desperate as I make my self out to be, thank you very much! (can't believe I wrote that, but oh well!) oh, and I'm sorry that I lied about the title, and no, I'm not going to change it, yes, I am very tired, and yes, I am somewhat schizophrenic! Go schitzoes! (may I repeat: I scare myself sometimes!
Chapter Eleven: (I've written eleven chapters now?! WOW!) THE WEDDING: Doubles
"When do you think Mistress Daine's daughter is going to get married?!"
"Whenever she has mind to, you ninny! Do you think that Mistress Daine and Master Numair will refuse that child ANYTHING?!!?!?!?!?"
"Well... no... but..."
"Well then, shut up! Someone _important_ might hear you!..."
"Like me, for example?" The two gossipy maids turned around as "Master Mawat!" spoke, having suddenly appeared behind them. (A/N this is in his room, by the way!)
"I beg your pardon, sir... we meant no harm..."
"That's quite alright, ladies. Mawat's just teasing." Sarras sauntered over and poked her fiancee with an inch long talon. (A/N: these are other wise known as my mother's nails... a word to the wise: keep out of poking range of my mother!!!)
As the two girls slunk away muttering apologies, Mawat turned to Sarras and asked "So, darlin', when are we gonna get married officially, and get along with it a lot more than just a piece of paper and a nod of consent?" Sarras blushed and looked down, and Mawat put his finger under her chin. "Look at me, love." He studied her face as he looked into her eyes, expecting to see just her eyes, but he saw much more than he had expected. Her eyes, the door to the soul, told him everything. All of her hopes, her dreams, her love. He blinked his eyes and gently pulled her into his arms. Burying his face in her hair, he softly said "That is the nicest thing anyone has ever told me, and you didn't have to say anything at all."
Sarras sniffed and looked up into his face, smiling very slightly, the way she always did when she felt beyond happy.
LK: Mush. I love it. *sniff* JK! Anywayz, I have heard a complaint about my grammar, (ahem, shin!) and I will say this again! I WRITE THIS STUFF SEMI-WRONG ON PURPOSE, BECAUSE BEING GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT GETS REALLY, REALLY, _REALLY _ BORING WHEN YOU SPEND SEVEN-EIGHT HOURS OF YOUR LIFE IN SCHOOL! THEREFORE, DON'T COMPLAIN! IT ONLY MAKES ME AGITATED! And I am NOT quite as desperate as I make my self out to be, thank you very much! (can't believe I wrote that, but oh well!) oh, and I'm sorry that I lied about the title, and no, I'm not going to change it, yes, I am very tired, and yes, I am somewhat schizophrenic! Go schitzoes! (may I repeat: I scare myself sometimes!