A/N: Sorry this chapter took, what, 3 years to post? To tell the truth, I forgot about this little corner of the internet. ; So, thanks to the recent reviewers I've gotten my butt back into gear. Hopefully this chapter will be a little better and not as typo ridden as the first three. And I apologize for the length, I'm a very busy music-major with hardly a moment to think, let alone write.
And, as we now, I don't own most of the ideas here, I merely play with them.
Chapter Four and a half
:Savil's nephew has just arrived:
Lauren vaguely remembered Savil's nephew (Vanhil? Vane? Van Halen?) Being mentioned a few times, but never with a good tone. It seems that 'Lendel handn't gotten the memo, as the tone of his mind speech was anything but ill-wishing. Interesting. Lauren had always had a sneaking suspicion that 'Lendel was gay, but had never had any ironclad proof.
:Gay? Happy? Of course he is happy.: Arvlen interupted.
:Yes, he is. But in my country, we call guys who like guys gay.: Lauren replied. Explaining slang was becoming an automatic reaction, as her speech was riddled with it.
:Ah: Arvlen said.
Lauren put the language crossing out of her mind and tried to catch a glimpse of this nephew. She barely saw him before 'Lendel gave her a mind nudge which told her this would be embarrasing if she stayed. Lauren nodded lightly and left the doorway, belt still in hand. Bets could be settled after new housemates and family drama where resolved.
As she walked down the hallway, she thought of the brief glance she'd caught of the nephew. All she'd seen was a flash of pale skin, gorgeous eyes, and dark hair. She'd always falled for the tall, dark and handsome types, but she had a feeling this one would be off limits. For one thing, he was Savil's purportedly delinquent nephew and for another he looked a mite too prissy to be straight. Pity, she thought. She could use a bit of non-gay, unmarried/bonded manflesh to do some after school study sessions with. From what she gathered, Valdemaran teens where just as randy as American teens. She'd seen a slew of young bardic students wooing their objects of love and quite a few Herald pairing off at the occaisonal party. Though she'd never heard a single pick up line. She decided that she'd have to introduce them. Lucky for her, as she was making her way to the Companion's field, she passed a fellow Herald trainee.
"How you doin'?" Lauren asked suggestively, looking the trainee up and down. The trainee looked confused for a moment, then shook his head and kept walking. Lauren chortled. I'm definitely going to have to inject some culture into these people, she thought.
She was still chortling when she went for a ride with Arvlen. He asked what was funny, but despite her best efforts, she could not explain it to him. I guess you'd just have to watch Friends to get it, she thought. Ah, pop culture, we are your slaves.