So that was it...she wanted to move on from the throne, but how? She knew better than to think Oz could be pick her successor...there had been too many lives lost when that had been previously attempted. Besides Oz had trusted her this far...why shouldn't they trust her now?
But who?
No...He wouldn't do it. They had talked about it previously. He didn't want it...He wanted more too...His mother's son.
But his words from that talk came to her suddenly.
She smiled brightly and went to find her next task...
She wouldn't have to wait much longer before she could rest...
Only til the end of Shiz...
Fiyero paced. He didn't know what else to do.
What else could he do?
He might not even come. There came a laugh from behind him, ringing through the main hall of the Kvon Altar castle.
"Papa. Stop."
Thaimis' green arm came to rest upon his father shoulder.
"Its been a while since you called me that."
The boy simply shrugged. He was only a man of words when there were words he wanted to say.
They stood in the hall for a moment.
"You're nervous." Not a question. A fact.
Thaimis shook his head before disappearing under the stairs and into the kitchen.
Fiyero continued pacing.
She kept her distance between herself and the traveling twosome in front of her.
She could have been a jump behind them and they probably wouldn't have noticed. There was too much uncapped emotion in the air. Interfernce.
She was safer at a distance anyhow. It was in her character to run...well, that what someone thought...but it wasn't true. It was in her character to protect.
She wish she could unleash her secret...but she could only bide her time. She kept on keeping her distance.
Not a long chapter...I know, but it wasn't meant to be.
Until next time, this is me...signing out.