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DaggerQuill: That's exactly why he's wondering. As to love interest for this story I'm toying with Remmy's match, if she'll have one at all, when I tried to write Remmy and Nolim together it didn't work. And which other wicked story? there's two others.
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What the boy had said wasn't really offensive. It was actually quite nice but Remmy wasn't used to compliments like this, about her looks. Sure, plenty people praised her academics, but that didn't bother her. For some reason bringing up her skin just bothered her, revealed her vunerability.
I think seeing that, the night she ran out of the dance, began the turning point, when we began to be...not enemies.
I ran after her.
Maybe it was to see what was wrong.
Maybe it was natural insticnt after being in the same room with her for nearly two years.
Maybe a part of just wanted to make sure she didn't take any anger out on our room, although, in reality I don't recall ever seeing her mad before.
When I entered the room, she looked much like a broken flower lying on the bed. She was jagged, and her hairl layed loose. She wasn't crying, she was just staring at a spot on the bed quilt.
"What happened?"
She never lost focus, "It was nothing."
"Running out on a very cute boy isn't nothing." I tried giggling to break the tension-to no avail.
I tried something a little more simpler, "You had NolimAi a bit worried."
Silence...I quit.
I plopped on the end of her bed.
More silence.
She began to humm as if trying to pretend I hadn't invaded her territory.
The melody seemed familar...oh well.
"Why do we even hate each other?"
That brought her attention away from the stitches. "You brood."
"And what was that you were just doing, Miss Rehmehya?"
"Point taken." She conceded.
I looked at her. "You pretend to be who you are."
"If I only were pretending...the fact is I have no medium."
I laugh, "You remind me of... do want to come with me during break-just for a bit?"
She looked extremely skeptical, as was I at my own proposal.
"Maybe NolimAi could come too?"
From the look on her face she knew, or had a feeling of what Nolim and I had talked about.
"He won't, might meet us there, but not for the original trek. His mother has him doing something or another. So your parents won't get to meet your boyfriend for a bit."
I blushed but ignored it, "So you'll come?"
"If I can convince my dad."
And she did.
Three weeks later we were on the train and I was on my way home.
As Remmy went to use the restroom, I reread the letter for the hundereth time.
Dearest Miss Avaya,
I find it unfortunate that we haven't been able to really talk since the dance and even more unfortunate that I won't be able to join you. However, I was completley honest in what I said at the dance. I do want to get to know you, but I will be patient. Our last talk wasn't the greatest was it? I still believe that you two...the three of us could become great friends, and from what I can tell we're well on our way.
I know Remmy will never tell you willingly but, mind you I'm risking my life in telling you this (for Remmy would kill me if she knew I told). This is what I know. Her mother left her and her father only a day after her birth, because of the green. Master Liir and Remmy are extremely close, as father and daughter and would defend the other to the death, just as she would anyone. Most adults don't dare say a word because of her "destiny" but destiny doesn't shut up children and those with the minds of children. Keep that in mind.
She is a dear friend and we respect each other, but it is not her my heart is set on.
Would you allow it, Avaya?
Please keep in mind that I wasn't planning on spilling my heart in a letter and if your feelings aren't the same it might be best to burn this.
As always, and yours if you would allow NolimAi
I laughed at his thought on burning the letter. (which I had no plans to, either)
"What is so funny?"
I quickly crammed the letter into the pocket of my cloak as I hear Remmy outside the compartment. While my head was turned, I heard a sudden thud. When I looked up Remmy was gone I opened the doorway and looked down. My green...friend was sprawled on the floor.
"Miss Remmy, still can't walk?"
"Keep your mouth shut or you'll be lower than I am." But I could hear laughter in her voice a rarity that must of had an easy escape after this long journey. as she got up.
It waspretty hard convincing her to come, both her and her father, though I never spoke directly to him, but in the end they gave in. I have a slight suspicion (slight-who am I kidding?) that NolimAi helped.
"What was Ai like when he was younger?" I asked as we both sat back in the compartment.
She sent me a knowing glance, and leaned her head back against the wall, "He was weirder than he is now, not that I thought that was possible. When we were younger he loved being pantless...for some reason...nearly gave his mother a death grant, and there are the times when being a "prince" gets to his head but after his pant-free days his mother gave me permisson to smack him, but overall he is as he has always been, and for that he has been my only friend."
The train slowed to it's appointed destination and I let it slip,
"That can't still can't be true?"
She looked at me as she picked up her satchel, "I hope not."
"Me too."
As the train jerked to a stop I looked out the window to see my mother and father waiting on the platform, my brother and his friend, Nashua, in the background as well as a few of Papas squires. I don't know how it happened but not long after my parents arrived in Kvon Altar he was appointed to the high council. In my moment of euphoric happiness of finally seeing my parents after two years I forgot about my friend and quickly scurried out of the compartment, out of the corridor, off the train, and into my Papa.
"Avaya, princess, slow down." He chuckled and I looked up. He looks the same as I had always known him. True, there were a few wrinkles on his face and his hair was little bit grey, but he was still Papa.
A clearing of the the throat caused me to turn my attention to my Mother, who was unable to control how happy she was to have me back home and in the middle of my hug I heard behind me,
"Don't worry, Avaya, I'll get your trunk. It's no problem, run off, the trunks of two nineteen year old girls can't be that heavy."
Uh, oh. I knew I forgot to mention something...
I stepped away and the two green people in my life faced each other.
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