A/N: Hey. Sorry that I haven't updated for a very, very, long while, but I had writer's block when I could access the computer/web. However, I got tired of getting death threats via e-mail from very persistent readers. While I am flattered that you consider my story worth reading (and obviously want updates enough to find my e-mail address), I would like it if you would actually review, you know, once in a while. I am very confused as to why I have93 hits on the story, but only 13 reviews, since, even considering that some don't read all of it, only a bit more than10 of my readers reviewed. To all of my reviewers, a big "Thank you!" and presents. -showers them with assorted cookies and candies, mainly chocolate- Again, thank you very much!
Back at Discipline
Chapter Two- First Quarter (To be revised, hopefully)
After the noontime rest, all of the mages returned to the cottage to practice their respective duties, or, at least, in Evvy's case, to watch the others do their duties until Lark and Rosethorn dragged her off to get her own chores to do, Evvy protesting all the while. Briar and Sandry looked at her rapidly disappearing, yelling, and kicking figure. "Just like when we came to Discipline too, eh Sandry?" "Yeah. Good times, good times Briar." (A/N: Yeah, I know that how they got their assigned chores wasn't like that, but, my story, my rules. Deal with it. And if any of you flame me, let's just say that Ilei will be very upset, and when Ilei is upset, she generally starts hacking at the person who got her ticked off with an axe. ;; )
……………After all chores are done………………
"Lark,
do I have to?" Evvy whined. "Yes. Now, get moving." Lark
and Rosethorn pushed Evvy out the door of her room, where she had
taken refuge against the two mages who seemed determined to force her
into Lark's workshop. "I don't wanna die! I have so much I need
to do! Like, like...umm...well, I can't think of anything yet, but I
know there's a lot I have to do!"
One might wonder what
horrific things were to be unleashed upon poor Evumeimei of Yanjing.
Was she to be stretched on the rack? Hung by her fingernails? Well,
actually, no. What was going to happen to Evvy is so terrifying, so
unspeakably evil that Briar had prayed to the gods for Evvy's
sanity when he learned of their errand. To put it in layman's terms,
Evvy was getting a makeover.
Now, we interrupt to bring you ominous music. Hum your favorite dirge for the next minute or so.
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Done?
Good. Back to the plot (A/N: -gasp- There's a plot?)
Sometime
between finishing lunch and washing the dishes, the two teachers had
decided to get Evvy some real clothes and a haircut. After all, like
Rosethorn said, "You're a mage-in-training now, m'girl. I didn't
have enough time to make you look like one in Chammur and on the
road, but you may rest assured that I will now promptly remedy it."
Lark said nothing, but smiled in a very kind, gentle, mildly sadistic
way as she saw Briar's young protégée shoot her a
pleading glance. This did not bode well for the student...not well at
all.
Let's take some time to clarify. Firstly, about the entire
makeover thing. To be truthful, Evvy had no problem at all with
buying more things. True, she didn't need to have them, and certainly
could do very well without them, but the stone-mage did not object to
pretty things. However, she had gotten a distinct feeling when Lark
and Rosethorn had first informed her briskly that they would be
buying her more things that it was going to be excruciatingly
painful. She was right. Secondly, Evvy was used to moving around in
loose breeches or pants with a tunic top, not walking about in those
ridiculous, long dresses that the two insisted she needed. Frankly,
Evvy could not see how they could manage to not trip over the
trailing yards of fabric. Thirdly and lastly, she liked her hair the
way it was, thank you very much, and intended to leave it that way
for a while. Her hair was long and black, as well as the one thing
about her that wasn't defective in some way. There was no way in the
world, under it, or above it that anyone would convince her to
mutilate her prized possession so that she might 'look like a real
mage'. Mage or no, the hair was staying and that was final...or so
she thought. Unfortunately, Evumeimei had never tried to defy the two
mages before, and thus had no idea just how forceful they
could be.
And so, kicking, screaming, and fighting tooth-and-nail
all the way, Evvy was brought into Lark's workshop for a fitting and
a haircut. Who knows if she'll escape unscathed...or even alive...
-End Chapter Two-
OMG, I am so sorry that this is so short. I'm just really, really, distracted and...I don't really have an excuse, do I? Well, in any case, please review and comment on any changes I should make. To the reviewer who asked about Pasco's appetite; I realize that he is a harrier, and thus well off. However, Pasco is also a growing boy, and everyone knows that growing boys need lots and lots of food. Thank you for leaving such a nice comment, though. Thanks to all who reviewed with confidence-boosting reviews, and even more thanks to those who e-mailed me and gave me the kick I needed to finish this. All of the feedback I got guilt-tripped me into writing this, by the way. Ja matte! -Rere