Scheherezade: *mutters under her breath about dignity and disclaimers*
Right. Disclaimer. Fireblade does not own Velgarth, the idea for
lifebonds, or the idea for Companions. The story and character are hers.
Muse responsible: Krathnae (who is currently holed up in his aerie after Scheherezade yelled at him-something about disclaiming the story that was HIS responsibility...my muses are being really strange lately.)
WHEEE! SUMMER! I got out of school today! *dances*
Oh, right. :colons: are Mindspeech, [brackets] are Kamaria's thoughts.
And this chappie is dedicated to Kyalia, since she reviewed first!
Kyalia, thanks for following this story! Also, thanks for your constructive criticism. I may not exactly LIKE it, but it really helps me write better!
Oh, and Kamaria's father decided to have her stay at the Chantrea estate for a while, after a few incidents with the Earl's men. Alain must continue his Heraldic training, but it's nearly Harvestfest, and he's coming to visit Kamaria since his family (who all travel in their merchant caravan) is in Rethwellan, and that trip would not be fun. This is a few weeks later, and Kamaria's still unChosen as yet, and she's basically lazing about and thinking a lot.
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Kamaria lay under an oak tree at the Chantrea estate, her head on the moss- covered burl of a root. She twirled a flower absently in her hand, watching the leaves gently flutter above her head.
[These past few weeks have been-incredible. First meeting Alain, then the- the kidnap, then the lifebond-that's the best part about what's happened to me.]
She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, letting her white-blonde hair flow down the burl. Her pale skin was still untanned, unburned from the sun.
[I wonder when Alain will get here,] she wondered as she let her silver eyes flutter open. Across the meadow, she could see her younger brother chasing his dog. There was a strain of music echoing from somewhere, but Kamaria couldn't pinpoint it. [Well, we've always had a Bard for Harvestfest, being such a huge House, so why should it change?]
Dimly, she could recognize the tune as "Meetings." [Ah, meetings. Sunsinger and Shadowdancer...I love that story. But in Alain and my case, if we were at all like them, I would be the Sunsinger-not that I'm much of a singer-and he'd be closer to the Shadowdancer. Even though his hair and eyes are too light.]
She reached over to her side for an apple she had plucked heading here. Now, Kamaria bit into it. The sweet, crisp flavor burst on her tongue. [We'll have a wonderful Harvestfest this year. The crops are huge, the weather perfect-even double the amount of merchants that we usually have visit.]
Kamaria heard the ring of a Companion's hooves along the cobbled road, but didn't bother sitting up to look. [Alain's not here yet,] she thought, sensing down the bond. [He's close, but he won't be here for maybe another candlemark. I can't tell. It's probably our usual Field-Herald. He stopped here for Harvestfest last year.]
She suppressed the old pain, unhealed, but slightly less, and took another bite of the apple.
:I'd like some of that, if you don't mind.:
Kamaria sat bolt-upright, looking around.
A tall, graceful Companion was looking at her, her head cocked to one side, her mane rippling in the slight breeze.
"Di-did you just speak to me?" Kamaria managed-barely.
There was no Herald atop the Companion.
:Yes, I spoke to you. That apple smells good. Could I have a bite?:
Kamaria blinked at her, puzzled. "Sure-but-I thought Companions didn't speak except to their Chosen."
The Companion started. :Oh-right. Oops.:
She stepped forward a few feet and lowered her head so one sapphire eye was looking straight into Kamaria's. :Kamaria Chantrea, I, Sitara, Choose you.:
Kamaria fell into that eye, wanting to weep with happiness as she was enveloped in love, her old longing healed at last.
She managed to stand-barely-and wrap her arms around the Companion-no, HER Companion's neck.
Minutes later, Alain and Ramya galloped into the Chantrea estate, then turned straight towards Alain's lifebonded.
Kamaria was tangled in a three-way embrace as Sitara draped her head over Kamaria's shoulder, Alain kissed her, and Ramya somehow got her head trapped between them.
Kamaria was assaulted by love from all sides-Sitara's down the newly-formed bond, Alain's, constant as always, and Ramya's unconscious Empathic projection.
When Alain freed her, Kamaria, laughing, draped one arm over Sitara's neck and one over Alain's as they headed toward the Keep for Harvestfest.
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Yay! Chosen at last! Who thinks I should write a Part 2? (I don' wanna leave them yet! I love my characters!)
Vote in your review!
Sitara means "starlight," for any who were wondering. Moon and star. Good pairing, ne?
Who gets pie today?
Kyalia: Thank you again for your constructive criticism! I don't really like it, but it really helps!
Melissa: Thank you! And their bond is still developing. I wanna write a sequel.
Cassie-bear01: Yes, lifebonded sweetness is good! (Just wait till their bond fully develops. They'll be as bad as Van and Stef!)
Cat: Hope you liked this chappie!
Wyntyr: Why do you want to know if Alain has a relative at the Palace? He does, if you're interested-she's a Bard, and her name is Lirite, which means Musical Grace. (e is added at the end.) Lirite is Alain's sister. Younger. And Kamaria has inherited a bit of butterfly-brainedness. Not that much, but when she's stressed, it tends to show. (Her father is working on that. I think poor Garethe regrets that he ever married Lady Amaya.)
Stee: Wow! I'm honored! Hope you've recovered from tiredness...about your mom: Well, what I did is I just signed up, but you could just ask her. Or, to get a longer but more convincing route, have her read the Mercedes Lackey books (or another series that has fics posted about it) and then have her read the fics. (Supervise her. If it's the Misty books, you could direct her to this fic...*sheepish smile* Yeah, I'm begging for reviews again.)
Fergiaj: Thanks for the compliment!
Herald Susie: Thank you very much!
Aaannnd, part 1 is complete! *bows*
Should I write a Part 2? (I probably will anyway...)
Thankees!
~Fireblade
Muse responsible: Krathnae (who is currently holed up in his aerie after Scheherezade yelled at him-something about disclaiming the story that was HIS responsibility...my muses are being really strange lately.)
WHEEE! SUMMER! I got out of school today! *dances*
Oh, right. :colons: are Mindspeech, [brackets] are Kamaria's thoughts.
And this chappie is dedicated to Kyalia, since she reviewed first!
Kyalia, thanks for following this story! Also, thanks for your constructive criticism. I may not exactly LIKE it, but it really helps me write better!
Oh, and Kamaria's father decided to have her stay at the Chantrea estate for a while, after a few incidents with the Earl's men. Alain must continue his Heraldic training, but it's nearly Harvestfest, and he's coming to visit Kamaria since his family (who all travel in their merchant caravan) is in Rethwellan, and that trip would not be fun. This is a few weeks later, and Kamaria's still unChosen as yet, and she's basically lazing about and thinking a lot.
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Kamaria lay under an oak tree at the Chantrea estate, her head on the moss- covered burl of a root. She twirled a flower absently in her hand, watching the leaves gently flutter above her head.
[These past few weeks have been-incredible. First meeting Alain, then the- the kidnap, then the lifebond-that's the best part about what's happened to me.]
She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, letting her white-blonde hair flow down the burl. Her pale skin was still untanned, unburned from the sun.
[I wonder when Alain will get here,] she wondered as she let her silver eyes flutter open. Across the meadow, she could see her younger brother chasing his dog. There was a strain of music echoing from somewhere, but Kamaria couldn't pinpoint it. [Well, we've always had a Bard for Harvestfest, being such a huge House, so why should it change?]
Dimly, she could recognize the tune as "Meetings." [Ah, meetings. Sunsinger and Shadowdancer...I love that story. But in Alain and my case, if we were at all like them, I would be the Sunsinger-not that I'm much of a singer-and he'd be closer to the Shadowdancer. Even though his hair and eyes are too light.]
She reached over to her side for an apple she had plucked heading here. Now, Kamaria bit into it. The sweet, crisp flavor burst on her tongue. [We'll have a wonderful Harvestfest this year. The crops are huge, the weather perfect-even double the amount of merchants that we usually have visit.]
Kamaria heard the ring of a Companion's hooves along the cobbled road, but didn't bother sitting up to look. [Alain's not here yet,] she thought, sensing down the bond. [He's close, but he won't be here for maybe another candlemark. I can't tell. It's probably our usual Field-Herald. He stopped here for Harvestfest last year.]
She suppressed the old pain, unhealed, but slightly less, and took another bite of the apple.
:I'd like some of that, if you don't mind.:
Kamaria sat bolt-upright, looking around.
A tall, graceful Companion was looking at her, her head cocked to one side, her mane rippling in the slight breeze.
"Di-did you just speak to me?" Kamaria managed-barely.
There was no Herald atop the Companion.
:Yes, I spoke to you. That apple smells good. Could I have a bite?:
Kamaria blinked at her, puzzled. "Sure-but-I thought Companions didn't speak except to their Chosen."
The Companion started. :Oh-right. Oops.:
She stepped forward a few feet and lowered her head so one sapphire eye was looking straight into Kamaria's. :Kamaria Chantrea, I, Sitara, Choose you.:
Kamaria fell into that eye, wanting to weep with happiness as she was enveloped in love, her old longing healed at last.
She managed to stand-barely-and wrap her arms around the Companion-no, HER Companion's neck.
Minutes later, Alain and Ramya galloped into the Chantrea estate, then turned straight towards Alain's lifebonded.
Kamaria was tangled in a three-way embrace as Sitara draped her head over Kamaria's shoulder, Alain kissed her, and Ramya somehow got her head trapped between them.
Kamaria was assaulted by love from all sides-Sitara's down the newly-formed bond, Alain's, constant as always, and Ramya's unconscious Empathic projection.
When Alain freed her, Kamaria, laughing, draped one arm over Sitara's neck and one over Alain's as they headed toward the Keep for Harvestfest.
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Yay! Chosen at last! Who thinks I should write a Part 2? (I don' wanna leave them yet! I love my characters!)
Vote in your review!
Sitara means "starlight," for any who were wondering. Moon and star. Good pairing, ne?
Who gets pie today?
Kyalia: Thank you again for your constructive criticism! I don't really like it, but it really helps!
Melissa: Thank you! And their bond is still developing. I wanna write a sequel.
Cassie-bear01: Yes, lifebonded sweetness is good! (Just wait till their bond fully develops. They'll be as bad as Van and Stef!)
Cat: Hope you liked this chappie!
Wyntyr: Why do you want to know if Alain has a relative at the Palace? He does, if you're interested-she's a Bard, and her name is Lirite, which means Musical Grace. (e is added at the end.) Lirite is Alain's sister. Younger. And Kamaria has inherited a bit of butterfly-brainedness. Not that much, but when she's stressed, it tends to show. (Her father is working on that. I think poor Garethe regrets that he ever married Lady Amaya.)
Stee: Wow! I'm honored! Hope you've recovered from tiredness...about your mom: Well, what I did is I just signed up, but you could just ask her. Or, to get a longer but more convincing route, have her read the Mercedes Lackey books (or another series that has fics posted about it) and then have her read the fics. (Supervise her. If it's the Misty books, you could direct her to this fic...*sheepish smile* Yeah, I'm begging for reviews again.)
Fergiaj: Thanks for the compliment!
Herald Susie: Thank you very much!
Aaannnd, part 1 is complete! *bows*
Should I write a Part 2? (I probably will anyway...)
Thankees!
~Fireblade