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Something new: ~flashback/memory~
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Soon enough, the meeting-time came. Kamaria met Alain in Companion's Field, and together they set out in search of a place where they could test this without being distracted.
Sitara cantered up, after a while, and Kamaria mounted her bareback. "Can you take Alain, too? It'd be faster," said Kamaria.
:Very well. I'm itching to find out what this is...and I know just the place. Ramya will join us there.:
Kamaria helped Alain up behind her, and Sitara broke into a light trot. Kamaria held Sitara's mane, and started as Alain's arms encircled her waist.
She didn't object, though, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at a tiny teardrop-shaped vale drenched in sunlight, tucked between a small hill and a dense grove of beeches. There was a tiny stream and a clear spring, bubbling up from under a large boulder.
Kamaria sat down at the boulder and leaned against the sun-warmed surface. Alain, after a moment, chose to sit beside her and let the sun bathe his face.
Sitara took a few drinks from the stream and waited. It wasn't long before Ramya loped in and settled down, sitting in the sun.
"Let's try this again," said Alain. "Ramya, Sitara, if you would observe and see what this is..."
"Very well," said Kamaria, opening her mind. The Companions sent brief feelings of assent and waited.
Fairly soon, Alain's mind brushed against Kamaria's, and she grasped it in a tenuous link. Sharing surface thoughts, they reached deeper into each other's minds, slowly opening their minds wider.
Like settling into a warm bath, or perhaps not quite like that, Kamaria and Alain sank into each other's minds, not reading anything, simply trying to link as deeply as they could.
Recent memories...then less recent...months ago...years ago...
And quite suddenly, Kamaria toppled to the side. Alain looked sheepish. "I'm sorry," he said, helping her up, "I lost my concentration. And you were about to run into some...memories...of mine."
Kamaria looked at him for a moment, then slowly turned red. "I see," she said, settling back against the stone.
"Nothing like that," said Alain, hastily, "But just...not something I usually tell anyone about."
Kamaria's own mind began to wander towards some of her own memories, and ran into one that she still considered highly embarrassing.
~Memory...she was eight years old, and at a Midwinter Festival. She was so proud in her new dress, just like her mother's. Her mother was talking about marriage-not Kamaria's, but congratulating a guest on her daughter's- and the talk turned to other matches and who would marry who. Kamaria, still a bit too young to understand this, decided to contribute to the conversation. Remembering her favorite book of stories, she said, proudly, "I'm going to marry a prince and live in a glass castle!"
The table broke out in laughter.~
[Oh, gods,] thought Kamaria as she remembered that humiliating dinner. She had thought she was brilliant then, but as she grew older, she was more and more humiliated-and her mother insisted on telling the story each Midwinter.
"Kamaria, are you all right?" asked Alain, politely, at the look on Kamaria's face. Her shields were partway down, and he caught a flash of some big feast and extreme humiliation.
"Perhaps you should get out of the sun," he said, tactfully, as Kamaria's face flew up to look at him.
If possible, she turned even redder, her blush contrasting her pale blond hair. "Um...perhaps I should," she said, standing, walking a few paces, and sitting down beneath a beech.
[I wonder...] thought Alain, but cut the thought off. Some things just were not made to be shared. Just not.
Even between lifebonded couples, some memories were better left buried.
:Anything?: he asked, hopefully, to Ramya.
:Nope. Just regular mindlinking.:
Alain sighed heavily. "Perhaps we should not do this today," he said, quietly. "It would not do for either of us to get a reaction-headache from overstrain."
"Yes...that would be a good idea," said Kamaria. "Sorry, Sitara."
"Shields," said Alain, and was answered by Kamaria bringing her usual shields up.
:It's a beautiful afternoon,: said Sitara. :What do you want to do now?:
"It's nice here," said Alain, stretching his arms above his head. "I just may Fetch myself a book, if Ramya will give me a boost?"
He looked at his Companion hopefully.
:No,: said Ramya. :Your sister told me she'd like to talk to you. Perhaps another time, but you have family duties.:
"Aw," said Alain, reluctantly standing.
"Where are you going?" asked Kamaria, standing as well.
"My sister said she wants to talk to me."
"I didn't know you had a sister here!"
"She's in Bardic. Her name's Lirite, and she's nineteen. She's been out of Journeyman for two years, and she's completed her Masterwork, but she's short on the number of songs," explained Alain. "A Masterwork is all very well, and Lirite's is particularly good, but she needs to have some songs in the common repertoire."
"Oh," said Kamaria, thoughtfully. "Will you introduce me? You know my father and some of my family, but I don't know any of yours."
Alain bowed. "With pleasure, my lady," he said, gallantly. Glancing back at the Companions, he said, "Care to take us there?"
:I brought them here. Your turn,: said Sitara cheerfully to Ramya. :I intend to sunbathe in a place where the foals don't usually go.:
Ramya shrugged-as much as a Companion could shrug-and stepped forward. Alain boosted Kamaria up and mounted in front of her.
Several minutes later, they were in one of the Bardic gardens. A girl, older than Alain, but with the same hair, eyes, and slightly crooked smile sat on a bench, patiently tuning a harp. Glancing up, she said something cheerfully unintelligible to them, though he apparently understood it.
"Lirite, it's rude to use Trader-tongue when I'm trying to introduce you," said Alain, mock-scolding his sister. "And I don't appreciate that comment at all. This is my lifebonded, Kamaria Chantrea."
Kamaria bowed to Lirite, who set the harp down and shook Kamaria's hand enthusiastically. "I've seen you around! I was at the trial, but I was way in the back. I don't think you saw me," she said, cheerfully. Kamaria shook her head. "I've been pestering Alain to introduce you to me-"she said, shooting a dirty look at Alain-"but he hasn't gotten around to it until now. Gallant Herald indeed," she finished.
Alain shrugged as Kamaria looked at him. :Be careful around her-if you make her mad, she's likely to write you into something scathing,: he warned in Mindspeech, a cheerful glint in his eye.
Lirite glanced at Alain, and her smile slowly broadened. She rattled off a fast sentence in the Trader-tongue, which made Alain blush furiously.
"I told you to stop it, Lirite. And stop it, or I-I'll tell Rhi you haven't been practicing the knife-work he assigned you."
Lirite's eyes widened, and she threw up her hands. "You win."
Turning back to Kamaria, she said, "I have something to ask both you and Alain. Can you sing?"
Kamaria blinked. "Um...a little," she said, slowly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Do you know Sun and Shadow?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Good. Alain can sing just about well enough to be a minstrel, if he wanted to-"at this, Alain blushed again, slightly-"and you can sing a little. I've been wanting to hear Sun and Shadow sung by a lifebonded couple, but they're really rare. But now you're here, and I intend to take full advantage of it," she finished.
Kamaria stared. [I've never met anyone who talked so fast.]
"And," continued Lirite, after a pause for breath, "After you sing for me, if I determine that there's something different about a lifebonded couple singing Sun and Shadow, I've promised my year-mates to let them listen to you."
Kamaria stared at her again, then transferred her gaze to Alain.
He sighed. :Best do this, love,: he Sent, :Or she'll write us into something that we won't want to hear.:
:All right,: said Kamaria, uncertainly.
Lirite picked up her harp and set it between her knees, striking the strings quickly in a fast glissando.
She settled into the introduction-Meetings. She did not sing, but plucked the strings in the patterns of the verses for a few moments, then switched to the opening of Sun and Shadow.
Alain began on his cue, his voice smooth and even, rolling over the notes with little effort. "What has touched me, reaching deep? Piercing my ensorcelled sleep? Darkling lady, do you weep? What is the cause of your grieving?" he sang, looking directly into Kamaria's eyes.
He finished the verse, looking expectantly at Kamaria. She picked up on her cue, wavering on the first few notes, then settling into a smoother melody. Her voice was unpracticed, but it was pleasant enough, once she got into the song. "Sunlight singer, Morning's peer-how I long for what I fear...not by my will are you here...how I wish I could free you..."
Lirite nodded, pleased, the melody of her harp supporting Kamaria's untrained voice. "That's good..." she murmured, so as not to distract the singers, "I'm not looking for a Bardic competition...I want to see the emotion behind it."
Kamaria held her last note, and Alain's voice joined hers as she faded out, singing the third verse. Glancing at his sister, he reached out and took Kamaria's hands in his, continuing to look into her eyes.
He held his note as Kamaria soared in on the fourth verse. "In your eyes your soul lies bare...hope is mingled with despair. Sunborn lover, do I dare trust my heart to your keeping?"
And again, she continued her verse, twisting her hands to grasp Alain's, their fingers entwining gently as they began the last verse together, their voices blending.
[Not professional...] thought Lirite, [But oh-the emotion. The emotion is there. My year mates have got to see this.]
"Sun and Shadow, dark and light-child of Day, and child of Night...who can set our tale aright? Is there no future but sorrow? Will some power hear our plea? Take the curse from you and me?"
As she sang, Kamaria tried to think of being Lythe Shadowdancer, of dwelling always in the shadow and loving the sun-but knowing she would wither and die in an instant if it touched her. If he touched her.
"Grant us peace, or set us free? Dare we to hope for tomorrow? Is there no future but sorrow?..." they finished together, voices blended and melding, fading slowly as their breath ran out.
Lirite finished the harp part, ending slowly. As soon as she finished and the last note died, she set it aside and leapt to her feet. "That was incredible! The emotion behind it...I don't know why I didn't expect Sun and Shadow to be different if a lifebonded couple sang it!"
Alain cut her off gently. "Please stop babbling, sister. Are you or are you not going to have us sing for your year-mates?"
If a bush could be sheepish, the leaves rustled sheepishly as a red-clad young man poked his head up. "Um. Her year-mates heard," he said, slightly ashamedly at having being caught.
Lirite chucked a charcoal pencil at him, which left a mark on his cheek. "I told you not to spy, Ki!"
"Ki" grinned at her. "Well, the rest of us are behind various bushes. Come out now," he called to the garden at large, "And tell Lirite's little brother and his lifebonded how incredible they were."
There was hardly time for Kamaria to blink before she and Alain were surrounded by red-clad bodies, all talking at once in with the distinct enunciation and round tones that were the trademark of a Bard.
Kamaria was rather overwhelmed as a babble of voices overtook her.
"-train up your voice a bit-"
"-shut up, Resa, they were fine-"
"-And the emotions around you two-"
"-don't even have Bardic-"
"Um..." said Alain, in the middle of the cluster, "Could you let us breathe?"
The cluster unknotted itself, so Kamaria could see that in fact, there were only three, four with Lirite. "This is Ki, this is Resa, and this is Pumpkin," said Lirite, gesturing to each Journeyman in turn. "And don't even ask about Pumpkin. It's a very long story, involving a joke, a dislike of her birth name, and an evil-"
"Shut up, Lirite," said so-called "Pumpkin," elbowing her. "Cut with the minstrel foofaraws and let me tell it."
"But your way is just so-"protested Lirite.
"Short," said Pumpkin, simply. "You'd make a couplet last for three days, with your embellishments."
Lirite blushed.
Pumpkin turned to Kamaria and Alain, took a breath to begin talking, and let it out suddenly, frowning. "You know, perhaps it is better not to ask anyway," she said, sheepishly. "Um. If that's all right."
"It's fine," said Kamaria, still slightly dazed.
The Bards began talking all at once again, waving their hands, callused by long hours of practicing instruments, as Kamaria and Alain glanced at each other and shrugged.
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Those Bards. *shakes head*
Hope you liked. You get root beer floats today! And if you don't like root beer, you get cream soda!
PrettyKittyOreo: Here's the next chappie.
Songwind: Exactly my point. As you see, both of them have rather embarrassing memories. (I'm not telling what Alain's are, though. Mostly cos he won't tell me.) And I think there'll be more on that later. Thanks for your suggestion on seeing conflicts and wanting to fix it!
Cookxenya: Tut, tut. *shakes head* Twas "blarney". Ah well.
BrokenSkye: One heart as two, two souls as one. And about the mind-link thingy...I'll post that in a note at the bottom to everyone, so I won't have to explain it all.
Hawk: And the prize for spotting the token Irish word goes to: HAWK! Go Hawk!
Lurks in Shadows: It's ok. I feel strange frequently. *shrug*
Cerulean Sky: Glad you love it. Makes me feel special. ^_^
Queen's Own: Will be explained in a note at the bottom.
Cat McDougall: *grin* I'll try to avoid sappiness.
OK. ABOUT THE MINDLINK!
*clears throat* Well, we've never really read about a lifebonded couple both Gifted with Mindspeech, unless they're on the side, really. What happened, basically, was that their minds became one. Literally. One. They stopped thinking as two different people. Any other questions? I'd be happy to answer!
Reviews are loved!
~Fireblade K'Chona
Muse responsible: Krathnae!
Something new: ~flashback/memory~
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Soon enough, the meeting-time came. Kamaria met Alain in Companion's Field, and together they set out in search of a place where they could test this without being distracted.
Sitara cantered up, after a while, and Kamaria mounted her bareback. "Can you take Alain, too? It'd be faster," said Kamaria.
:Very well. I'm itching to find out what this is...and I know just the place. Ramya will join us there.:
Kamaria helped Alain up behind her, and Sitara broke into a light trot. Kamaria held Sitara's mane, and started as Alain's arms encircled her waist.
She didn't object, though, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at a tiny teardrop-shaped vale drenched in sunlight, tucked between a small hill and a dense grove of beeches. There was a tiny stream and a clear spring, bubbling up from under a large boulder.
Kamaria sat down at the boulder and leaned against the sun-warmed surface. Alain, after a moment, chose to sit beside her and let the sun bathe his face.
Sitara took a few drinks from the stream and waited. It wasn't long before Ramya loped in and settled down, sitting in the sun.
"Let's try this again," said Alain. "Ramya, Sitara, if you would observe and see what this is..."
"Very well," said Kamaria, opening her mind. The Companions sent brief feelings of assent and waited.
Fairly soon, Alain's mind brushed against Kamaria's, and she grasped it in a tenuous link. Sharing surface thoughts, they reached deeper into each other's minds, slowly opening their minds wider.
Like settling into a warm bath, or perhaps not quite like that, Kamaria and Alain sank into each other's minds, not reading anything, simply trying to link as deeply as they could.
Recent memories...then less recent...months ago...years ago...
And quite suddenly, Kamaria toppled to the side. Alain looked sheepish. "I'm sorry," he said, helping her up, "I lost my concentration. And you were about to run into some...memories...of mine."
Kamaria looked at him for a moment, then slowly turned red. "I see," she said, settling back against the stone.
"Nothing like that," said Alain, hastily, "But just...not something I usually tell anyone about."
Kamaria's own mind began to wander towards some of her own memories, and ran into one that she still considered highly embarrassing.
~Memory...she was eight years old, and at a Midwinter Festival. She was so proud in her new dress, just like her mother's. Her mother was talking about marriage-not Kamaria's, but congratulating a guest on her daughter's- and the talk turned to other matches and who would marry who. Kamaria, still a bit too young to understand this, decided to contribute to the conversation. Remembering her favorite book of stories, she said, proudly, "I'm going to marry a prince and live in a glass castle!"
The table broke out in laughter.~
[Oh, gods,] thought Kamaria as she remembered that humiliating dinner. She had thought she was brilliant then, but as she grew older, she was more and more humiliated-and her mother insisted on telling the story each Midwinter.
"Kamaria, are you all right?" asked Alain, politely, at the look on Kamaria's face. Her shields were partway down, and he caught a flash of some big feast and extreme humiliation.
"Perhaps you should get out of the sun," he said, tactfully, as Kamaria's face flew up to look at him.
If possible, she turned even redder, her blush contrasting her pale blond hair. "Um...perhaps I should," she said, standing, walking a few paces, and sitting down beneath a beech.
[I wonder...] thought Alain, but cut the thought off. Some things just were not made to be shared. Just not.
Even between lifebonded couples, some memories were better left buried.
:Anything?: he asked, hopefully, to Ramya.
:Nope. Just regular mindlinking.:
Alain sighed heavily. "Perhaps we should not do this today," he said, quietly. "It would not do for either of us to get a reaction-headache from overstrain."
"Yes...that would be a good idea," said Kamaria. "Sorry, Sitara."
"Shields," said Alain, and was answered by Kamaria bringing her usual shields up.
:It's a beautiful afternoon,: said Sitara. :What do you want to do now?:
"It's nice here," said Alain, stretching his arms above his head. "I just may Fetch myself a book, if Ramya will give me a boost?"
He looked at his Companion hopefully.
:No,: said Ramya. :Your sister told me she'd like to talk to you. Perhaps another time, but you have family duties.:
"Aw," said Alain, reluctantly standing.
"Where are you going?" asked Kamaria, standing as well.
"My sister said she wants to talk to me."
"I didn't know you had a sister here!"
"She's in Bardic. Her name's Lirite, and she's nineteen. She's been out of Journeyman for two years, and she's completed her Masterwork, but she's short on the number of songs," explained Alain. "A Masterwork is all very well, and Lirite's is particularly good, but she needs to have some songs in the common repertoire."
"Oh," said Kamaria, thoughtfully. "Will you introduce me? You know my father and some of my family, but I don't know any of yours."
Alain bowed. "With pleasure, my lady," he said, gallantly. Glancing back at the Companions, he said, "Care to take us there?"
:I brought them here. Your turn,: said Sitara cheerfully to Ramya. :I intend to sunbathe in a place where the foals don't usually go.:
Ramya shrugged-as much as a Companion could shrug-and stepped forward. Alain boosted Kamaria up and mounted in front of her.
Several minutes later, they were in one of the Bardic gardens. A girl, older than Alain, but with the same hair, eyes, and slightly crooked smile sat on a bench, patiently tuning a harp. Glancing up, she said something cheerfully unintelligible to them, though he apparently understood it.
"Lirite, it's rude to use Trader-tongue when I'm trying to introduce you," said Alain, mock-scolding his sister. "And I don't appreciate that comment at all. This is my lifebonded, Kamaria Chantrea."
Kamaria bowed to Lirite, who set the harp down and shook Kamaria's hand enthusiastically. "I've seen you around! I was at the trial, but I was way in the back. I don't think you saw me," she said, cheerfully. Kamaria shook her head. "I've been pestering Alain to introduce you to me-"she said, shooting a dirty look at Alain-"but he hasn't gotten around to it until now. Gallant Herald indeed," she finished.
Alain shrugged as Kamaria looked at him. :Be careful around her-if you make her mad, she's likely to write you into something scathing,: he warned in Mindspeech, a cheerful glint in his eye.
Lirite glanced at Alain, and her smile slowly broadened. She rattled off a fast sentence in the Trader-tongue, which made Alain blush furiously.
"I told you to stop it, Lirite. And stop it, or I-I'll tell Rhi you haven't been practicing the knife-work he assigned you."
Lirite's eyes widened, and she threw up her hands. "You win."
Turning back to Kamaria, she said, "I have something to ask both you and Alain. Can you sing?"
Kamaria blinked. "Um...a little," she said, slowly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Do you know Sun and Shadow?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Good. Alain can sing just about well enough to be a minstrel, if he wanted to-"at this, Alain blushed again, slightly-"and you can sing a little. I've been wanting to hear Sun and Shadow sung by a lifebonded couple, but they're really rare. But now you're here, and I intend to take full advantage of it," she finished.
Kamaria stared. [I've never met anyone who talked so fast.]
"And," continued Lirite, after a pause for breath, "After you sing for me, if I determine that there's something different about a lifebonded couple singing Sun and Shadow, I've promised my year-mates to let them listen to you."
Kamaria stared at her again, then transferred her gaze to Alain.
He sighed. :Best do this, love,: he Sent, :Or she'll write us into something that we won't want to hear.:
:All right,: said Kamaria, uncertainly.
Lirite picked up her harp and set it between her knees, striking the strings quickly in a fast glissando.
She settled into the introduction-Meetings. She did not sing, but plucked the strings in the patterns of the verses for a few moments, then switched to the opening of Sun and Shadow.
Alain began on his cue, his voice smooth and even, rolling over the notes with little effort. "What has touched me, reaching deep? Piercing my ensorcelled sleep? Darkling lady, do you weep? What is the cause of your grieving?" he sang, looking directly into Kamaria's eyes.
He finished the verse, looking expectantly at Kamaria. She picked up on her cue, wavering on the first few notes, then settling into a smoother melody. Her voice was unpracticed, but it was pleasant enough, once she got into the song. "Sunlight singer, Morning's peer-how I long for what I fear...not by my will are you here...how I wish I could free you..."
Lirite nodded, pleased, the melody of her harp supporting Kamaria's untrained voice. "That's good..." she murmured, so as not to distract the singers, "I'm not looking for a Bardic competition...I want to see the emotion behind it."
Kamaria held her last note, and Alain's voice joined hers as she faded out, singing the third verse. Glancing at his sister, he reached out and took Kamaria's hands in his, continuing to look into her eyes.
He held his note as Kamaria soared in on the fourth verse. "In your eyes your soul lies bare...hope is mingled with despair. Sunborn lover, do I dare trust my heart to your keeping?"
And again, she continued her verse, twisting her hands to grasp Alain's, their fingers entwining gently as they began the last verse together, their voices blending.
[Not professional...] thought Lirite, [But oh-the emotion. The emotion is there. My year mates have got to see this.]
"Sun and Shadow, dark and light-child of Day, and child of Night...who can set our tale aright? Is there no future but sorrow? Will some power hear our plea? Take the curse from you and me?"
As she sang, Kamaria tried to think of being Lythe Shadowdancer, of dwelling always in the shadow and loving the sun-but knowing she would wither and die in an instant if it touched her. If he touched her.
"Grant us peace, or set us free? Dare we to hope for tomorrow? Is there no future but sorrow?..." they finished together, voices blended and melding, fading slowly as their breath ran out.
Lirite finished the harp part, ending slowly. As soon as she finished and the last note died, she set it aside and leapt to her feet. "That was incredible! The emotion behind it...I don't know why I didn't expect Sun and Shadow to be different if a lifebonded couple sang it!"
Alain cut her off gently. "Please stop babbling, sister. Are you or are you not going to have us sing for your year-mates?"
If a bush could be sheepish, the leaves rustled sheepishly as a red-clad young man poked his head up. "Um. Her year-mates heard," he said, slightly ashamedly at having being caught.
Lirite chucked a charcoal pencil at him, which left a mark on his cheek. "I told you not to spy, Ki!"
"Ki" grinned at her. "Well, the rest of us are behind various bushes. Come out now," he called to the garden at large, "And tell Lirite's little brother and his lifebonded how incredible they were."
There was hardly time for Kamaria to blink before she and Alain were surrounded by red-clad bodies, all talking at once in with the distinct enunciation and round tones that were the trademark of a Bard.
Kamaria was rather overwhelmed as a babble of voices overtook her.
"-train up your voice a bit-"
"-shut up, Resa, they were fine-"
"-And the emotions around you two-"
"-don't even have Bardic-"
"Um..." said Alain, in the middle of the cluster, "Could you let us breathe?"
The cluster unknotted itself, so Kamaria could see that in fact, there were only three, four with Lirite. "This is Ki, this is Resa, and this is Pumpkin," said Lirite, gesturing to each Journeyman in turn. "And don't even ask about Pumpkin. It's a very long story, involving a joke, a dislike of her birth name, and an evil-"
"Shut up, Lirite," said so-called "Pumpkin," elbowing her. "Cut with the minstrel foofaraws and let me tell it."
"But your way is just so-"protested Lirite.
"Short," said Pumpkin, simply. "You'd make a couplet last for three days, with your embellishments."
Lirite blushed.
Pumpkin turned to Kamaria and Alain, took a breath to begin talking, and let it out suddenly, frowning. "You know, perhaps it is better not to ask anyway," she said, sheepishly. "Um. If that's all right."
"It's fine," said Kamaria, still slightly dazed.
The Bards began talking all at once again, waving their hands, callused by long hours of practicing instruments, as Kamaria and Alain glanced at each other and shrugged.
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Those Bards. *shakes head*
Hope you liked. You get root beer floats today! And if you don't like root beer, you get cream soda!
PrettyKittyOreo: Here's the next chappie.
Songwind: Exactly my point. As you see, both of them have rather embarrassing memories. (I'm not telling what Alain's are, though. Mostly cos he won't tell me.) And I think there'll be more on that later. Thanks for your suggestion on seeing conflicts and wanting to fix it!
Cookxenya: Tut, tut. *shakes head* Twas "blarney". Ah well.
BrokenSkye: One heart as two, two souls as one. And about the mind-link thingy...I'll post that in a note at the bottom to everyone, so I won't have to explain it all.
Hawk: And the prize for spotting the token Irish word goes to: HAWK! Go Hawk!
Lurks in Shadows: It's ok. I feel strange frequently. *shrug*
Cerulean Sky: Glad you love it. Makes me feel special. ^_^
Queen's Own: Will be explained in a note at the bottom.
Cat McDougall: *grin* I'll try to avoid sappiness.
OK. ABOUT THE MINDLINK!
*clears throat* Well, we've never really read about a lifebonded couple both Gifted with Mindspeech, unless they're on the side, really. What happened, basically, was that their minds became one. Literally. One. They stopped thinking as two different people. Any other questions? I'd be happy to answer!
Reviews are loved!
~Fireblade K'Chona