Aaah I can't remember my password for ff and its driving me crazy!
Disclaimer: This is fan fiction… need I say more?
Thankyou to all those who reviewed I know I have been away for ages I just didn't feel like writing and I had school, hehe I'm on holidays now 8 weeks worth!
I hate interrupting the chapters I think it takes away the feeling but I think I need to explain some things…
Aly's daughter will come in later in the story. I haven't got to that part yet though. The reason they are going to negotiate peace is because even though they aren't about to start a war the two countries haven't always been civilised. So they want to be on the safe side of the new queen. Thayet and Jon wouldn't want to call a war on the country of their foster neice but if something really bad happened they would. I think that's all.
Onto the story!
Inside was what most people would call a pigsty. There were toys and clothes all over the floor and anything that was previously on a desk was now piled artistically on the floor. Aly could see paintings on the ground, most with broken covers, quills lying randomly, many of which had been stripped of their feathers, drawers were hanging open with the clothes scattered around. She groaned. "Not again, she seems to have fun doing this type of thing."
"A rebel eh?" questioned Numair, "Now who does that remind me of?" he grinned winking at Aly.
"No idea." Aly replied, pure innocence written all over her face.
"Sure, sure, now where is that baby?"
"You're asking me? How am I supposed to know? She could be anywhere."
"You're the mother."
"You're the uncle."
"Yeah but its YOUR child."
"Fine, fine no need to shout." After searching the room and turning just about every piece of furniture there was, over the trio entered the baby's room. Immediately upon entering, Daine let out a coo. "Aww she's so cute and innocent."
"Cute and innocent?" Aly snorted, "You do realise that she is the one who trashed these rooms?"
"But she couldn't have, I mean she's asleep in her cot with the sides up, how could she have possibly gotten out and back in, besides, she's too cute to be blamed for that."
A high-pitched wail then broke through all further conversation.
"You call that cute?" After Aly had fed Jnr. and changed her nappy, she passed her onto Numair. Silence was held over the room before it was broken by an almost inaudible "wow" coming from Numair's mouth.
"What?" was the simultaneous reponse from Aly and Daine.
"Il've never seen this before," Numair started out slowly, "In fact, I don't think it's ever been seen, but this little girl has more than one type of magic." Daine and Aly both had blank looks on their face as they looked at Numair.
"Okay, well you see in Gregory Hangtery's book on magic, it said that" Numair was abruptly cut off by Aly's sarcastic voice.
"Numair as much as we really love your lectures, do you think it would be too much to ask if you could possibly tell us what you are going on about in English?"
"She has three types of magic." He replied bluntly. Daine grinned,
"Now we're talking."
"The magic won't be as strong as usual because it has to be split between three different types. As far as I can tell she has wild magic,"
"Most probably from Nawat." Interrupted Aly. Numair continued,
"Part of the sight, from you and a part of the Gift for Healing probably carried through you from your mother." Daine looking dumbfounded replied,
"But if nobody's had this before, if anyone finds out, she'll be the most wanted baby . People would fight for her, she could be a great help to us."
"Yes. Her wild magic is limited, possibly only crows or any birds in general, but apart from that she will be sought after."
The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly, with Aly reuniting with many people she hadn't seen for years. As she entered the throne room, she looked around, reminding herself of all the times she had been here as a child. The decor was still the same, the white walls with intricate gold patterns winding their way up towards the ceiling, which was towering above her. The stain glass "windows" on the ceiling made up stories and legends of past kings and queens. When she was little, she used t come into this room and just lie on the floor looking up at them for hours. She was brought back to the present by a rather loud cough. Looking around the room at everyone seated around a table looking at her, she blushed. Smiling at everyone she placed Jnr. On the floor and greeted them one by one.
"Uncle Jon, Aunt, Uncle Raoul, Aunt Buri, Uncle Gary, Granddaddy, Grandmummy, daddy, mummy. How are you all?" After receiving replies, Aly took a seat and looked around at everyone. About to speak she was interrupted by the King,
"So Aly, you've thought up a name for you daughter I hear?" Again she was about to respond but was interrupted, this time by a scream from Buri. Falling off her chair and onto the floor she started sliding backwards fear written all over her face.
"Aaaaaaaaah, it looks like a mini Allanna! Aaaaah! I can't deal with another one, save me!" As everyone burst out laughing, Raoul lent down helped his wife back into the chair and picked up the baby. Raoul looked at Aly,
"So this is your daughter I presume?" At her confirming nod he continued, "So what did you call her?" Her father, Numair and Daine all burst out laughing as her mother glared at them all. Aly looked at the floor and quietly remarked,
"Allanna." She blushed for the second time that day, (unheard of) as once again everyone started laughing.
"A fitting name." Jon replied as the laughter died down. "Now I believe everyone should be getting to bed as we have treaty negotiations tomorrow. They will begin at the second bell. I wish you all good night." As they all left Aly couldn't help but wonder if Allanna was the right name to give to her baby. 'Just wait till they find out what her middle name is.' She thought, grinning and headed back to her room.