Disclaimer: Scheherezade is sorta missing, so I'll have to do this today.
If you don't know that I don't own, then you are laboring under the
delusion that I am Mercedes Lackey. Which I am not.
Welcome back tooooo Like the Moon, Part 2!
Muse responsible: Krathnae
Krathnae: If you want to thank me for inspiring this story, you could scratch my crest. Scratching a gryphon's crest is very lucky, and it's also a-
Fireblade: -time honored tradition. Sure. *scratches Krathnae's crest* Everybody scratch his crest! He deserves it!
This is picking up right after Kamaria was Chosen, so they're going to Harvestfest! Cause I wanted to write her family's reaction.
Oh, and Lady Amaya is VERY piddled off at Kamaria, her husband, Heralds, Alain, etc.
As you know, :this: is Mindpeech, and [brackets] are Kamaria's thoughts. But she might start thinking in Mindspeech-it IS one of her Gifts.
And her Gifts are Mindspeech entwined with Empathy, a minor Gift of Fetching, and Mage-sight. (Remember in Brightly Burning, Herald Pol's obscure Gifts? And one was the ability to see the life-energy in things? That's Mage-sight, though they don't know it! I'm calling it Life-sight.)
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Kamaria couldn't stop smiling as the motley group wandered to the Faire. [Chosen, lifebonded, and all on a beautiful day.]
Alain had one arm around Kamaria's waist and one over Ramya's shoulder.
Sitara walked close to her Chosen. :Is there food at the Faire?: she asked, eagerly.
Kamaria laughed. "Lots of food, since the crops are in. Apples, corn, grain-lots of things."
Sitara swallowed in anticipation. :Food is good. I like food.:
Ramya overheard and relayed this to Alain, who snickered. Kamaria shook with laughter, saying playfully, "Don't eat too much, or I won't be able to get back to Haven!"
Sitara looked at Kamaria pleadingly. :But-can't we stay for the Faire? I'm hungry.:
Kamaria sensed that she would get extremely tired of two words-"I'm," and "hungry."
She didn't care, though. Anything was worth Sitara.
Alain entered the conversation-speaking mind-to-mind with all three. :I didn't come here to just go BACK to Haven. I want to see the Harvestfest!:
Kamaria nodded. :We are staying. For now.:
Sitara swallowed again.
"Should we enter the horse races?" asked Alain, playfully. "Even though we'd run them into the ground, right, Ramya?"
Ramya looked over at Sitara. :I don't know. Sitara may even run me into the ground-she's one of the fastest Companions in the Field. Kamaria will probably be a Herald-Courier.:
Alain winced slightly. :Then I'm just as glad we'll be regular Field- Heralds.:
Ramya fervently agreed.
Kamaria let go of Alain. "Can we ride?" she asked.
Alain went over to Sitara to boost Kamaria up.
Kamaria was atop a Companion for the second time in her life. But this time, she had her own.
Sitara waited for Alain to mount Ramya-then launched herself across the meadow.
Kamaria's hair whipped back as she bent downwards. :Well, it's obvious you've been taking equitation lessons! Though you'll still need to do the advanced course.:
Kamaria smiled. :I've been tossed onto a horse practically since I was born, but the only reason I can ride astride is Father, who insists that his children ride battle-trained horses. Protection and all.:
Sitara stretched her neck out. Alain called playfully in Mindspeech, :Hey! You're making us eat your dust! No fair!:
Kamaria didn't have a retort, but Sitara ignored the traditional Silence and tossed back, :I doubt you'll be saying that when we're Herald-Couriers. I am the fastest Companion of this generation in the Field.:
Ramya threw another joke back. :Well, if you keep eating as much as I recall you enjoy, you'll be too fat to run!:
Kamaria laughed at the banter. Sitara slowed and turned as they reached the Harvestfest.
Lord-General Garethe was standing a few feet away, no longer in conversation with one of the merchants. Kamaria threw herself off Sitara and hugged him. "Father! I've been Chosen!"
Garethe looked down at his daughter's head. "You-have?"
Kamaria disentangled herself and waved Sitara forward. "This is my Companion, Sitara. Sitara, this is my father."
Sitara winked at Garethe.
Lord-General Garethe Chantrea, one of the best generals ever to grace Valdemar, was speechless for one of the few times in his life.
Alain and Ramya cantered up and stopped by Kamaria. "Don't look at me," hastened Alain, "I had nothing to do with who Sitara Chose."
Garethe broke his silence. "It's not that, Alain-it's just that the last Herald in this family was my brother."
His voice took on a timbre of sorrow. "He-he died, on the Karsite border, in the war 23 years ago."
Kamaria looked at her father for a moment.
Garethe wasn't finished. "I gave him his orders."
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Angsty Garethe...first his brother, now his daughter. Don't worry, once he shakes himself, he'll be fine! But the memories are a bit much for him.
Sitara likes to eat. A LOT. So Kamaria will have to stop her from eating TOO much...ehehe.
Fire Dance: Ooh! Thanks! It did take forever to write. And it's not done!
And part 2 is just right after part 1. To avoid confusion.
42!
Remember, scratch Krathnae's crest! It's lucky, and a time-honored condition!
~Fireblade
Welcome back tooooo Like the Moon, Part 2!
Muse responsible: Krathnae
Krathnae: If you want to thank me for inspiring this story, you could scratch my crest. Scratching a gryphon's crest is very lucky, and it's also a-
Fireblade: -time honored tradition. Sure. *scratches Krathnae's crest* Everybody scratch his crest! He deserves it!
This is picking up right after Kamaria was Chosen, so they're going to Harvestfest! Cause I wanted to write her family's reaction.
Oh, and Lady Amaya is VERY piddled off at Kamaria, her husband, Heralds, Alain, etc.
As you know, :this: is Mindpeech, and [brackets] are Kamaria's thoughts. But she might start thinking in Mindspeech-it IS one of her Gifts.
And her Gifts are Mindspeech entwined with Empathy, a minor Gift of Fetching, and Mage-sight. (Remember in Brightly Burning, Herald Pol's obscure Gifts? And one was the ability to see the life-energy in things? That's Mage-sight, though they don't know it! I'm calling it Life-sight.)
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Kamaria couldn't stop smiling as the motley group wandered to the Faire. [Chosen, lifebonded, and all on a beautiful day.]
Alain had one arm around Kamaria's waist and one over Ramya's shoulder.
Sitara walked close to her Chosen. :Is there food at the Faire?: she asked, eagerly.
Kamaria laughed. "Lots of food, since the crops are in. Apples, corn, grain-lots of things."
Sitara swallowed in anticipation. :Food is good. I like food.:
Ramya overheard and relayed this to Alain, who snickered. Kamaria shook with laughter, saying playfully, "Don't eat too much, or I won't be able to get back to Haven!"
Sitara looked at Kamaria pleadingly. :But-can't we stay for the Faire? I'm hungry.:
Kamaria sensed that she would get extremely tired of two words-"I'm," and "hungry."
She didn't care, though. Anything was worth Sitara.
Alain entered the conversation-speaking mind-to-mind with all three. :I didn't come here to just go BACK to Haven. I want to see the Harvestfest!:
Kamaria nodded. :We are staying. For now.:
Sitara swallowed again.
"Should we enter the horse races?" asked Alain, playfully. "Even though we'd run them into the ground, right, Ramya?"
Ramya looked over at Sitara. :I don't know. Sitara may even run me into the ground-she's one of the fastest Companions in the Field. Kamaria will probably be a Herald-Courier.:
Alain winced slightly. :Then I'm just as glad we'll be regular Field- Heralds.:
Ramya fervently agreed.
Kamaria let go of Alain. "Can we ride?" she asked.
Alain went over to Sitara to boost Kamaria up.
Kamaria was atop a Companion for the second time in her life. But this time, she had her own.
Sitara waited for Alain to mount Ramya-then launched herself across the meadow.
Kamaria's hair whipped back as she bent downwards. :Well, it's obvious you've been taking equitation lessons! Though you'll still need to do the advanced course.:
Kamaria smiled. :I've been tossed onto a horse practically since I was born, but the only reason I can ride astride is Father, who insists that his children ride battle-trained horses. Protection and all.:
Sitara stretched her neck out. Alain called playfully in Mindspeech, :Hey! You're making us eat your dust! No fair!:
Kamaria didn't have a retort, but Sitara ignored the traditional Silence and tossed back, :I doubt you'll be saying that when we're Herald-Couriers. I am the fastest Companion of this generation in the Field.:
Ramya threw another joke back. :Well, if you keep eating as much as I recall you enjoy, you'll be too fat to run!:
Kamaria laughed at the banter. Sitara slowed and turned as they reached the Harvestfest.
Lord-General Garethe was standing a few feet away, no longer in conversation with one of the merchants. Kamaria threw herself off Sitara and hugged him. "Father! I've been Chosen!"
Garethe looked down at his daughter's head. "You-have?"
Kamaria disentangled herself and waved Sitara forward. "This is my Companion, Sitara. Sitara, this is my father."
Sitara winked at Garethe.
Lord-General Garethe Chantrea, one of the best generals ever to grace Valdemar, was speechless for one of the few times in his life.
Alain and Ramya cantered up and stopped by Kamaria. "Don't look at me," hastened Alain, "I had nothing to do with who Sitara Chose."
Garethe broke his silence. "It's not that, Alain-it's just that the last Herald in this family was my brother."
His voice took on a timbre of sorrow. "He-he died, on the Karsite border, in the war 23 years ago."
Kamaria looked at her father for a moment.
Garethe wasn't finished. "I gave him his orders."
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Angsty Garethe...first his brother, now his daughter. Don't worry, once he shakes himself, he'll be fine! But the memories are a bit much for him.
Sitara likes to eat. A LOT. So Kamaria will have to stop her from eating TOO much...ehehe.
Fire Dance: Ooh! Thanks! It did take forever to write. And it's not done!
And part 2 is just right after part 1. To avoid confusion.
42!
Remember, scratch Krathnae's crest! It's lucky, and a time-honored condition!
~Fireblade