You know, it's probably amazing that they didn't cut themselves...or amputate themselves. O_O But, I figured that there wouldn't be anyone handy around to heal them if I did something so, um, dramatic. David Eddings owns everything except for Marjory and Carol. Lady Bevier owns Marjory and I own Carol. :) Marjory is used with her permission and everything that is posted passes across her screen for her approval. Otherwise, she'd beat me.*Cowers.* ;p~ (Marjory: Hell yes! *waves her spatula threateningly! Mwahahaha! ^_^ )
"Um, Bevier, I thought that we were trying to avoid notice," Tynian said about an hour later.
Bevier glanced over at him. "We are, why do you ask?"
Tynian pointed wordlessly at the fire, roaring happily away by the two girls that they had found. The blankets were half off of them and twisted around their limbs. One of them had her mouth open, snoring softly. The other girl rolled over onto her back as they watched and smacked the snoring girl with her hand. The snoring girl kicked a bit and rolled onto her side, mouth closed. The girl who had just rolled onto her back heaved a deep breath. Slowly, her jaw went slack and she started drooling. She giggled slightly and rolled back onto her side.
"Are they really still asleep?" Bevier asked. Tynian shrugged helplessly and lay back down, sighing. "Aren't you going to ask 'who's making breakfast?'" Bevier asked him. Tynian laughed back at him.
"Not a chance, this morning. Getting to sleep last night wasn't easy."
Bevier sighed and began getting ready to face the day. After a moment, he tightly asked, "Tynian...did you steal my axe again?"
Tynian sat up, groaning. It hadn't been a very comfortable night. "No, of course not. The last time I did that, you nearly split my head open with it." He grinned at Bevier.
"Then where is it?"
Tynian frowned. "What do you mean, 'where is it?' Weren't you trained to keep your weapons...close..." He stared around the camp. There really was no sign of the Lochaber axe. "Bevier, you don't just lose an axe of that size!" he exclaimed.
Their eyes met at that moment. "The girls!" they said at the same time.
"The fire," Bevier continued, "it all begins to make sense. If they used my battle-axe as a common wood-axe..." He was speaking through clenched teeth and actually beginning to grind them. He and Tynian approached the two sleeping girls.
"They look so innocent, don't they?" Tynian asked wryly.
Bevier threw him a dark look. Politely, he cleared his throat. They continued to sleep. "Ladies?" he asked. Nothing. He cast Tynian an irritable look. "The only person I know who sleeps this soundly is Sparhawk...and that's only when Vanion's giving his sermon about the daisy being as great as the rose in the sight of god."
Tynian grinned. "Then we'll have to wake them up the same sort of way that we'd wake up Sparhawk, won't we?"
Bevier's answering grin was evil. "Too bad we can't push them over in a chair."
"Yes, it is. We'll just have to pull their blankets away from them." Bevier chuckled. They each seized a blanket and, with their not inconsiderable strength, ripped the blankets away from the sleeping girls.
They went up for a moment with the blankets, then fell heavily on the ground. "OW! Carol, what did you do this time!" one of them yelled.
"I didn't do it, Marjory," the one called Carol grumped. She sat up and began rubbing her behind and eyes at the same time. "Whoever did that is so gonna pay!" she snarled.
Marjory agreed from where she was still laying. Her hand started searching for the blanket. Instead, it found Bevier's leg. She paused and then slowly started feeling her way up the leg. "Carol, is that you're leg?"
Carol glanced over at her. She blinked, then leapt into the air. "IT WASN'T A DREAM!" She spun around and faced Tynian. "You're real!" She instantly tackled him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so glad you're here!"
Marjory opened her eyes and found her hand on Bevier's thigh. She jumped back, face bursting into flame. Bevier was also blushing brightly. "Madam," he choked out, "is it a custom of your's to grope men when you first wake up?"
Marjory stuttered a bit, then spun around. "Carol, stop hugging that poor man!" Tynian was bravely trying to push her away without hurting the girl.
"Oh, sorry, didn't think about it," Carol said, blushing. "What's for breakfast?" she asked them.
Marjory started laughing. "Guess who's cooking!" she sang out!
"STOP!" Bevier bellowed. "There will be no eating of breakfast until you two explain to me where you put my axe!"
Marjory and Carol locked eyes. "Oh my gosh! We forgot to bring it back!" they said together.
"Where'd we go this morning?" Marjory asked.
"I don't remember! Do you realize how early it was? Just start looking!" Carol answered. She began to run frantically around the camp, peeking under the blankets, moving the horses out of the way, and picking up rocks.
"Carol," Marjory said in exasperation, "you're not going to find an axe the size of his Lochaber under that rock!" Carol looked abashed at that. She tossed the rock over her shoulder and looked helplessly at Marjory. Marjory went to Carol and grabbed her arm. She led her to a small boulder in the middle of the clearing. "But it might be under this one!" she said enthusiastically. "Help me move it!" The two instantly put their backs into trying to get the boulder off the ground.
Meanwhile, after much muttering under their breath, the two knights had noticed a furrow, running straight from Bevier's "bedside" and out into the forest. They looked at each and sighed. "I'll get it," Bevier muttered. "You'd better watch these two. They're likely to hurt themselves." Tynian nodded grim agreement and Bevier walked off into the woods, finding his axe at the end of the trail. Sure enough, it had been used to chop wood.
Marjory: Like, okay, I have no self esteem, so I've decided to add in a little beg for reviews. REVIEW PEOPLE! Or..uhh… (grabs Tynian and holds her spatula to his head) Or the knight gets it!
Carol: (utter a shriek of rage and pounces upon Marjory) Review and Marjory gets it!
Marjory: But…you need me for the fic ^^;;
Carol: ..darn…