Okay, so this chapter is just a filler, and not very informative. It's been hard to write when I'm spending hours on something that's going to be read regularly by three people. Now, I truly appreciate my readers, however few, but with my life and school right now, unless I magically adopt a dozen more readers, with reviews, etc, then I'm going to write this story at a slower pace. I will do my best to update at least once or twice a month, and because so I will try and make the chapters a bit longer.

I do not own this story or its characters, Hilari Bell does.

The Hedgwitch:

Makenna stood stock still, dumbfounded by what Zvonimir had informed them of before he left Tobin and her. "Did he say what I think he just said?" she questioned Tobin, who was standing next to her equally confused. "It seems so. I guess we should clean up quickly," he muttered, scratching his head. Nodding, Makenna agreed. A few moments later they were both in their respective tents using a water basin to wash their faces of the grime that had collected and gone uncleaned during their marsh travel. Makenna finished early, having time to brush out her long rich brown hair. Braiding it, she considered how wild she had let it float free before; not having known how convenient it was to have braided and out of the way.

Outside her tent, which Mourry and her goblins friends had set up while she was occupied with other affairs, Makenna eased her nerves by kicking the grass ground with her leather boots. Soon Tobin was out from his tent, looking refreshed, but still needing a shave. Smiling to herself, Makenna laughed as his face morphed into that of a confused self conscious child. He sent her an evil glare before beckoning them to walk the path leading up to the Centaur tents near the meadows edge.

"What do you think they want to discuss?" He asked finally. Shaking her head, Makenna shrugged. "I've no idea. Marz agreed to let me take care of the sorcerers, so maybe be wishes to include me in another moves he 's ganna make," she spilled her thoughts, still uncertain of why the natives of Otherworld would wish their presence at an evening meal. "Maybe it's just a nice gesture?" Tobin posed, glancing at her as they walked. "It could be, but whose to say their customs are the same as ours?" Sighing, she gave up her curiosity. They would be there soon enough to find out themselves.

The air was energized, sounds of clanking dishes of glass and pewter rang clear through the voices of gruff and smooth centaur voices alike. Tobin and Makenna sat patiently awaiting for the curios centaur commander to acknowledge them. His thunderous laughter bellowed throughout the silken fabric tent, easily recognizable to Makenna. Pushing irritation aside, she leaned sideways to Tobin, "Do you think they've lost their eye sight?" she asked. Tobin snickered, elbowing her lightly. "I don't think they like it if I laugh at them, Makenna," he began, watching cautiously as a centaur across the table eyed them in annoyance. After another minute of being ignored, Makenna sighed, looking around for Zvonimir to translate her message of departure to Marz. The ambassador was no where in sight.

Noticing conversation had quieted slightly, she took the chance to voice her farewell. "Well, it seems no one here speaks our common tongue, so we will be leaving," she stood to bow, just as a general from the far end of the table spoke up. "No, I speak." he offered, raising a hand so she could see him. "Would you care to translate for me?" she asked. The man nodded. "Please, tell Marz were thankful for the dinner invitation, but we've other matters to attend to. If he doesn't wish to discus anything of import-" Marz stood gradually from his seat, his floor mat by the side of the table was a rich purple, indicating his noble position. "No, you stay," he demanded in awkward common tongue. Makenna sighed aloud, indicating her annoyance. "I'll enjoy your company when we have plans to discuss. I have to prepare for my mission now." Marz watched her evenly as she left the tent. Behind, her human friend bowed apologetically and followed her closely. Turning to his general, he smiled.
(In Centaur) "I told you she was serious. The next time we invite her to dinner it will be to celebrate our success, not test her judgment," Marz sat back accordingly, smiling briefly before eating again. His general made an awkward face of disappointment and handed over a large amount of golden coins to his commander.

Again, sorry for the short chapter. I will not be dropping this story, just updating less frequently. My updates will depend on hits and reviews. Thankyou all for reading!!