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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 6:44 pm
"alright then. think of how worse it might get if she happens to get word of a piper d'vinn who looks like a twin of her daughter. you know..the kind of word two certain imps woudl spread becuase they think it woudl be fun to see her reaction if they ever visited Andal."
speakign of which. he walked over and pulled Malvolence from teh wall, and sheathed it, putting it back on it's stand and got himself dressed. a bit slowly from teh obvious though delicious overexsertion from earlier.
"You know, your dress is probably done by now."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 6:54 pm
"Well...yes you could. I after all, don't see why not." And he shook his head slightly, picking at what was left on his plate a little more before leaning back in his chair, interlacing his finges and resting his hands on his chest. "I don't think it too bad at all...and things could always be a lot worse, little Raziel, remember that."
She looked up at him as she had just finished pulling on her pants...which was quite the task really all in itself. Did he have to put it that way? No matter than he was right...he always had to use the worst possible scenarios, didn't he? "Like I said...I'll have my father say something about it...he can at least soften the blow a bit I'm sure." Nervous and a little aprehensive about her mother? Obviously so. And then she had just pulled her shirt over her head, half slightly limping back into the bedroom. "Would you rather we find out and I wear that then?" Actually...she thought she would prefer it...red after all and the current outfit she had on was in those dark colors...she needed to go through her clothes here and ger rid of half of it. And she took to leaning against the wall again, head slightly tilted at him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 6:55 pm
The book hit him in the back of the leg on it's downarc, but Moonstone ignored it. It didn't even hurt. Right now though, he just wanted to be elft alone, let his anger cool to a simmer, or maybe a boil, and maybe let it out on soemtihng. That's what he should do, exaughst himself so that he couldn't think. Laps...he'd to laps. Moving outside, he took to the air, flying around Triumverate Fortress like a security gaurd.
Roarke laughed. "Nah, not if I just change into something large enough for you to ride. I need soemone to carry this little bag, after all." He pointed to the leather puch on his hip. "Now, lets see....how about a hippogrif?"
He sighed, and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose so." He smiled, "at elast I am having fun. Even if that is what I am designed to do." He set his grape aside, hooked his elbows around knees. "So waht is Andal like?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 7:24 pm
Onyx stood back..or was rather pushed back..and then she poofed with Ironsides, and he started souring the area for tack, looking for the one that belonged to Ironsides...or teh next available one that would fit on him. sneaky ninja Onyx on the prowl tonight..beware unguarded tack.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 7:36 pm
"Well....it's made up of four main land masses and a chain of islands that run between the four. Water everywhere else. Each contient seems to have it's own specifics, and an elven subrace to go with it. Even teh seas are home to elves there. The lands are rich, and they provide all we need...and we all get along pretty well. Mostly elves on the plane...it's rare to see another. Though of course there's the occassional Fae. The winds blow constantly across the lands and waters...some say it's the Zephyrs doing others think it's just the land showing elves some form of thanks. Nothing better than fair winds after all." And he reached to the letter, pulling it over and poiting to a specific marking on the parchment. It looked like a tree and five dots. And it was the same symbol reflected as the charm on Kieran's sword as well as his armor and his tattoo. "This is the Andallian Plane Crest...representative of the five elven races that hold sway there. The two circles on the top are the high and moon elves, the next two down are he wood and sea elves, and the one nestled in the roots are the drow."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 8:00 pm
"Why not. woudl you like to wear it? after all, you have to have it on, not me."
A chuckle, she'd probably get at least some humor out of the visual of him in dress, and opened the door, heading down to the main room, calling for the tailors to bring the dress if it was completed, and that way Piper coudl try it on.
"Why are you so concerned about you mother in teh first place? adn why idn't you let her know you were alive in all this time?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 8:28 pm
"You'd look terrible in blazingly bright red dearest." Humor indeed. And as they waited for a moment she crossed her arms lightly before one hand ran through her hair, mussing up red and silver more so than it was before. And she took on that look of serious thinking, choosing her words before saying them. "Fianna Swiftfeather...is quite the traditional elf. There's a reason in Andal why the sub races don't mingle...their ways of thinking are so very different. Mother tends to think along the lines of...well I guess you could compare it to the elves in Norrath. When I was younger...she kept tight reigns on me. She always said it was to keep me safe...I was a princess and I should act like one. She was always concerned with how I was...how others looked at me, and she expected a lot out of me. I suppose she smothered me a little...but she loved me dearly I can't deny that. But I always managed to break her heart in some way or another. Act up at some engagement, sneak out at night, slack in my studies, throw tantrums so she would be forced to let me see my father. And when I left...I know that was the worst thing I could do to her...even more so that I told my father beforehand. I just don't...want her to see me...and look right through me. She never approved of my 'travesties'....and I don't want her to call you one of those mistakes that I've made." Piper paused a moment as the tailors came, handing over said finished indeed dress to her, Piper moving off to change yet still talking. "I thought that maybe it would be better if she thought I was dead so I couldn't disappoint her more than I already had. And it's not an easy thing despite what one may think...I'm bonded to her, and I've communed with her...it does hurt to deny it all." A few moments of silence from her before she moved back into view, dressed now in elegance as opposed to her usual casual style, running a hand through her hair to straighten it. "So, what do you think?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:04 pm
"You look gorgeous. you're father's going to love it."
Though he was thinking about her issues with her folks.
"If she thinks that...it's her choice to think that way. I don't want to hide things from your parents. Cymarron took mine, and all my siblings from me. I'd rather have a mother in law that hates me than none at all at this point."
Then a chuckle.
"And maybe her hate will score brownie points with Innorruuk. Kieran! come take a look at your elegant daughter!"
He walked aroudn her, smiling at her, tracing his finger along her shoulders.
"We should get you in dresses more often."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:18 pm
She half smirked at him, letting her head tilt a little. "I'm dressing up for you, not him...only matters if you love it." Though he was making points again...she had suspected that was his reasons and she was right. After all...family structures between drow and surface elves were different. Siblings were a rare thing in the surface world while in the Underdark, something was wrong if you didn't have at least two or three of them. "I wouldn't let her hate you...if she wanted to see me or her eventual grandchild then she'd have to learn to like you." And she watched him as he took about touring her, giving a smile to him and taking on quite the regal look to her. "Well...if I'm going to be the Lady D'vinn, I certainly have to look the part don't I?"
Kieran's ears twitched lightly at the calling of his name and he chuckled. So they were up and about were they? And here he was thinking they'd never get out of that room. Standing though he gathered his little pile from the table, taking the brief walk to cross paths with him. "Afternoon Rabbits. I was beginning to think the day would pass without you." Another chuckle as he then turned his look on his daughter, giving a soft smile and a nod. "Elegant indeed...see, there is a lady under all that attitude." He had to admit, she did pull off the look well. Though he had to give one of those smirks as well, seeing as Malik had his hands on her again...they couldn't keep off of each other, could they?
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 9:43 pm
"But of course, and you look as regal as any lady I've ever seen."
Then a smirk to Kieran, and a shake of her head.
"Her fault. besides...after what...happened...we're entitled to extra enjoyments of eachother. making up for all the lost time, that's all. Though I'm sure you're probably keeping a tab in a journal guess the odds of her say which gods name and how much or the chances of you getting a grandchild."
Though a smile to piper, lifting her hand a kissing it softly.
"So what news from Andal? inquiring minds want to know."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:03 pm
Rabbits...he would call them that wouldn't he? And of course she had to give a shake of her head at that, laughing softly as she took to leaning against Malik, resting her head and a hand on his chest. "Lots of love to give."
Kieran only chuckled again. "Rabbits." Yes, that as his opinion. "Keeping a journal you say..." And he gave them that 'maybe I am, maybe I'm not' look. Kieran was a tricky one to read sometimes. "Though at the way you two go at it, you're still going to have to put some effort for a child. Female surface elves are tricky to catch at just the right time." No way in hell was it easy with such a low fertility rate. And he nodded lightly, clasping his hands behind his back. "Well...seems Andal's time is only two days ahead of the time flow here...and I merely know that by your mother's engagements. But as far as things go...idle as ever. Though she is asking where I'm managed to lead myself off to this time and what kind of trouble I've gotten myself into." A slight chuckle. "Dear woman worries herself to pieces sometimes."
Well...Malik wanted this...and who was she to keep it from him...so she would have to say something. "About mother...Malik, I...um we...want you to tell her about me." A long long look at him as Kieran merely raised an eyebrow in return to his daughter. Piper bit at her lip, hand sliding across Malik's chest to hook a finger in her collar and tug.
A look between them. "Really now?" Well that certinally was a change, wasn't it? Though he sighed lightly. Yes he loved the woman dearly but sometimes she was a little...old fashions. "You know that it won't be easy and she's going to...have trouble adjusting."
Piper only nodded.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:37 pm
"So I heard. but..well...I have no family. Cymarron saw to that. So I'd rather have what family I can, then to go without. besides, sooner or later she's going to find out. rather her find out over what should be a pleasent event then to come across Piper D'vinn in the future and really hit the roof."
He put his arm about Piper, and held her close...then grinned at Kieran.
"Do my ears deceive, or is someone implying they want us back in the bedroom to keep trying to make them a grandchild?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:49 pm
"Try too much at one time and you'll find youself without success...or you'll break her." Again that sense of humor and the joy of picking on your offspring simply because you could. But with a slight chukle he let that pass, nodding again. "Understandable and true as well. Fianna may be a bit old fashioned in her thinking...but she's and understandable woman." He had proof...himself. If Fianna was indeed so deeply rooted, she would of had nothing to do with the moon elf. "I'll talk to her...who knows, maybe the joy of seeing her daughter will drown out everything else. And of ccourse some things will have to be gentle presented, like your collar. Besdies...I like you Malik. And she has to give some credit to that."
She knew it would probably be hard on her and her mother...maybe even Malik and Kieran as well...for who knew what would go on. If Kieran went to talk to Fianna...no doubt she'd be here in a second. Provided she could get her courage up to be underground. Though she had to give her own laugh, nuzzling his chest. These two just loved to mess with each other didn't they? Sure...at her expense but it was nice all the same. "He can't break me...believe me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 11:13 pm
((Time in this post overlaps events that occured prior to it))
The watchman yawned, the less than viggorous duty of watching this length of wall was his tonight, and he could only guess what evil were... Somewhere.
It had been a long time since anything in the least bit hostile had occured in this docile little outpost, where once the triving trade caravans roamed freely to and from the port city of Deep Water, but over the last few decades, that trade seemed to diminish into the pits of nothingness, as few people carred to deal with the local administration. High taxation and tariffs severly damaged the relationship between that decaying human out post and any other city with a reputable populace. The caravan road became all but abandoned, and very few things stirred in these tunnels as of late. Very few things.
The guard turned to report that, "allswell" as was rutine in these primitive outposts, where a handful of soldiers were stationed many generations before with there families to keep this section of the road hospitable to travelling merchants, who often enough, left daughters behind to help keep the population of guards to at least a working twenty. This post was not so much a guard tower as it was a self contained village that relied somewhat on merchant business to keep any semblance of wealth present. Most of the weapons wielded within the walls were over fifty years old, which was not too bad for tampered quarterstaves.
The guards voice was about to shout out, when a strange noise echoed thourgh the arrow ports, which he stupidly turned to reguard. He neared the arrow slit, and peered out into the illuminated darkness, and saw nothing but a few dancing shadows. He sighed, and turned his head to shout out again, but the sound of a crossbow twinging beat him to making the call. The bolt dashed through the hole and imbeded itself in the man's skull, digging deep into his head. His body dropped to the ground, and the sound of a fuse echoed for the brief moment of silence before the wall exploded, and a few dozen muraders rushed in the rubble.
The guards heard the noise, and called their kin to arms, but the shere numbers of invaders overwhelmed both of the other guards within moments, but that slight delay enabled a few of the townsfolk-guards to arm themselves and run out to meet the challenge head on.
The battle was fierce, and short. The invading men severly outnumbered the guards, and eventually battered them into submission. The outpost was raided, anything of any value was taken, along with some of the women who were married to the guardsmen, or children of them. The out post was set on fire, and abandoned, leaving the dead where they fell.
A few days after the attack, a merchant band was passing by to investigate the monarchy empowered at Deep Water, and found the way laid outpost, its ashes cool. The bodies of the dead were gathered and investigated. It seemed that a fair number of them were guards and family, but a few were dressed as common pirates from the northern reaches of this section of the Underworld. The leader of the merchant quickly assertained that they were pirates from Salmander's Watch, as very few others would even dare send men onland, or had the hands to spare to make such an assult.
The real question was why? Why did the pirates attack this outpost, seemingly in the middle of no where, fairly far away from the nearest body of water? Confused, and somewhat set back by the slaughter, the merchant and his retune burried the dead, and continued on their way.
Two conclusions were reached by the lead merchant. The first was that some underhanded business was occuring about Deep Water, as some external factor might be at play or pulling the strings. The second posibility was that Deep Water was in such disrepair that it forced some of the population into banditry. The crossbow bolt placed that later conclusion into least likely possibility. From the guesses made by the merchants, the man who's head was imbeded was shot through the arrow slit, which meant that a trained hand had fired that bolt. That was the first clue to the presence of Salmander pirates, as they tend to be well trained.
A few days later, the merchants reached there destination to find it in the shape they had assumed earlier, but could not find many pointers to pirate activity other than the stragne disappearance of food skiffs and other such maladies. The merchants were welcomed into the city by a young group of soldiers, probably no older than fifteen, and escorted to the castle by a small guard of four older soldiers who looked to be about twenty. It was strange that so many youths were serving as guards in a fairly isolated city.
The guards seemed to age as the merchants approached the castle, and the few remaining vetrens of Dimitri were stationed about the palace walls. The armed forces probably reached about a thousand strong at this point, and the smell of kobold droppings was rather potent for a civilized city.
The merchants were welcomed into Jiscal's castle with open arms, and many of their imidate questions, such as the state of the city guard, were answered. The lead merchant did not seemed overly surprised to learn that Jiscal had no idea that he even owned a few guard-towns in the northern reaches of his side of the lake. The merchant, always willing to take advantage of any situation, offered his assistance in rebuilding the kingdom... In exchange for exclusive trading rights for a certian type of seaweed that for one reason or another, only grew here. Jiscal accepted eagerly, and allowed the travelling merchants to use rooms in the castle.
The kobold malitia that Tarathiel had allowed Jiscal to borrow had dispersed back into the holes they came from, and occassionally popped out to raid a few of the farms in the norther reaches of the border. A small contingent managed to 'possess' a house in Lostagrace, and have been living a life of luxery, for kobolds, there. Those few seemed to only bother the people who were stupid enough to try and evict the kobolds. The kobolds could become extremely territorial when they were pressed for land they loved.
The day after arriving at Deep Water, the Merchant leader, Akbarazad, came up with the brillient idea of asking the dwarves to man the ships that were being constructed by a deep gnome. This caused Jiscal some aprehension, and did not agree with that responsse to his dwarf problems, and realized that Akbarazad was probably only trying to gain access to the best defensive position in the city, the Dwarven Shield Fortress. After a few debates, Jiscal agreed to ask the dwarves if they would agree to opperating a few sailing vessels, to scout, for possible mines for them to take under control. By mid day, Jiscal had gained enough courage to approach the dwarves, to request this of them.
His was kindly refused by all but one dwarf. Oddly enough, that one dwarf was the current leader, Shield. Shield had agreed to accompany a ship in search of a mine, and in exchange, he would also work on the riggin and a few of the other properties of the ship, mostly its metal workings. The dwarf honestly did not know the first thing about sailing, but he did know a few tricks with casting iron. Jiscal agreed to these terms to enable him to at least, appear friendly to the dwarves. He was not the racist king Dimitri and his forefathers were, but Jiscal did hold some grief with these dwarves who used the rebellion to black mail the kingdom.
Since the Fortress first rose from the crumbled ruind of many buildings, it had attracted a large following of dwarves, and a few sympathetic others. This orginized compound had more or less, been a thorn in Jiscal's side simply because it was so awkwardly placed in the middle of his capitol city. His forces had to march around the complex every hour to show the dwarves that if they intended to fight Jiscal, he would strike back, but after seeing the insides of the fortress, and the prepreations made therein, Jiscal had know that he could never hope to gain any advantage in a fight with these productive earth fairies. The sheer strength and power of the walls was impressive, but so too was the orginization of the defenses and the siege weapons, the dwarves actually had a few, and all of the paraiding dwarvish soldiers. The fortress would have made the ultimate castle if only they would accept Jiscal as the leader, and protect him from his enemies...
Did Jiscal even have any enemies? Very few people bothered to challange him after the discovery that he was an elf friend to a drow. The agian, that high elf general, Elric the Archer as he calls himself, tried to force Jiscal to hand over his best ally. Even if Jiscal knew the location of Tarathiel, and knew that the dorw was hopelessly out numbered by the elves, that thing would crawl out of the fight, and come back and kill the king. He decided that he would like to live a while longer, and offered the elf the assistance of the guards to spot him from the walls. That pacified the elf, but Jiscal knew that any moment that elf chose to, he could break through all of Jiscal's defenses, and kill him. Jiscal's problems seemed to exponentially grow each day, not to mention the loss of food which was starting to wear the civilianz thin, literally, and the presence of Malik in the south. Malik could easily walk into Jiscal's home anytime he chose, and probably would at some point, to kill him.
Jiscal grew weary each day he wore that damned fake gold crown. The real gold was melted by Dimitri to buy a few gnomish ships from a distant community, which were sunk as though they were made from paper in a typhoon. Jiscal's ships were made from wood, and with mostly traditional means and shape. The only gnomish advancement he was willing to allow was the two additional... things that would make the ship more maneaverable. Each ship had cost him a lot, and he had bougth six. The six ships would be able to defend his city from Salmander, a pirate from the north, and act as a source of transportation for some of the food that seems to go missing every once in a while. The only real problem was that most of the expierenced sea men drowned in the uprising... Drowned, burned, were eaten, hacked to pieces or other. Thankfully, in a moment of blissful goodness, Trem Bowl offered to teach anyone willing to learn how to opperate the ships for free food. From one point of view, that was a miracle, from another, food was quite valuable, and Tremble must be getting the better end of the deal. To get enough volenteers, Jiscal offered freedom to any slave who would wear the Deep Water colours for five years in the service. He filled his crew list within minutes of the annoucement. The only problem was he did not have any experienced sea faring captains, so he had to hire mercanaries to command his ships... That hurt his wallet, what was left of it anyway.
Lord Diamond had taken a small retune to Lostagrace to increase the transfer of wood, and had actually been doing a good job of it. Jiscal was amused and surprised by that news, and imidiately freed the slave that dilivered the letter. Freeing slaves became a form of currency, but Jiscal knew that he had to be careful, or the nobles would get upidy if he freed to many, too quickly. Their wallets were empty, and a few bottles of wine were purchased with human lives each night if Jiscal remembered the rumor correctly. He would have to put a stop to that, but he could not do anything until there was some stability in his court. At least most of the high ranking nobles followed him, as the only family to oppose his rule seemed to disappear in one night. Most of Dimitri's closest followers were killed before the userpation, but a few of his lesser friendlies remained about. Tarathiel was not a cheap ally, and that one raid had cost Jiscal a fair number of precious stones. Unfortunately, Jiscal did not actually pay Tarathiel so much as the captain took the jewels, and went and killed the family. That simple and clean. Jiscal had the nobles eating out of his hands because he had the black devil in his closet. Jiscal the Terror...
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 12:28 pm
Aella and Ironsides found their way to Triumverate Fortress at last, the lizard landing much more easily on his four legs then her on her rump. SHe stood, rubbed at her backside for thew third time that day. She was utterly exaughsted form continued use of the staff, it had taken four jumps just to get here. And she still had to get home. She brought Ironsides to the stable, but was too frightened to go in, there was rukus from the horses. And not being one to challenge such creatures, Aella tied the lizard up outside, on a wooden bar attached to the side of the stable, and asked him to stay there until Onyx could take care of him. He seemed to understand, since he didn't complain, and Whirlwind started on her way home.
Raziel listened happily, taking it all in, and was about to ask another question when Keiran was called away. Thinking that perhaps this was a family matter that he shouldn't stick his curious nose into, he stayed behind at the dinner table. It didn't take him long however, before his little ears picked up a little sound. Stading and stretching his little wings, he took off to find a window, so that he could see what he was hearing.
Outside, he saw a little girl. He remebered her from the fortress, and the thigns she came up with in the kitchen. Usually, the running and leaping antics of the playful girl would have held his attention for some time, but oddly enough, he found himself...distracted, Turning aorund, he flew off after Keiran, finding the Elf's shoulder, and settling himself down to listen in.
"Hello." A bright and cheery smile directed at the one she had met once before.
"Hello there, Bode. You remeber me?"
"I sure do! You told us that King Dimitri was being mean, and was hurting Mr. Malik."
"I sure did. Gosh, but that was awful nice of me, wasn't it?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Wizzard! Because you told us, I was able to take care of Mr. Malik, and saved him from the poi...poi-son." She smiled again, giggling.
"Well Bode, how would you like to do soemthing nice for me? Since I was so nice then, and helped you?"
"Okay! What do you want me to do for you, Mr. Wizzard?"
"I have a friend that I want you to meet. He would very much like to meet a specail girl like you. Will you come with me?"
"Yeah!" She reached out her arms, and the man bent down and picked her up, setting her on his hip. "Where are we going, Mr. Wizzard?"
"Oh, we are good friends now, Bode. Call me Warren. Oh yes." In a little less then a blink of an eye, the two were gone, not leaveing so much as a grain of sugar to say that he was there."
Meilikki put a hand to her forehead, sighing, as her dragon once again inquired what was wrong. She shook her head, her answer now would eb the same as before. He knew the answer.
Outside of Stonekeep, Tanundra lay in his dragon form, curled up to make a protective little circle around his precious Oracle. She was still having trouble sleeping, and insisted on getting some fresh air for a bit. She sat against his stomach, hoping that the rise and fall of his chest might help lull her, that his humming, while not attracting any spiders for the moment, might fill her head and help her get some much needed rest. She had been out for an hour, and she was still wide awake, the quiet broken only by her yawning.
Aella stumbled through the maze, not having had the strength to teleport herself all the way to the keep. She knew the rout though, and the dangers inside avoided or ignored her, as she was a resident and not a visitor. She broke out of the maze, was a little surprised to see the dragon in his true form. A littel downhearted, she approached the two. "Hey, Ma."
"Child." A moment of easy silence passed between the two. "Was it difficult?"
"More then i can imagin."
Meilikki patted the ground beside her, inviting the ex-slave to sit beside her. Aella did so, sitting close, tucking her head underneath the Oracle's chin, cuddling up like a daughter to her mother. Meilikki stroked the girl's forehead, calming her shakes. "How do you feel now?"
"I still feel like running." Her voice shook too.
Again, that easy silence passed between them. They sat for a long time, Meilikki watching nothing, Aella watching the maze, and Tanudnra watching over them both. "You need more time, child. Don't push yourself into anytihng you might regret." Aella didn't respond, simply nodded.They continued to sit outside for a long, long time.
"Did you save me some chilli?"
Tanudnra chuckled, bouncing the two girls on his side, making them laugh a bit too. "I had to ebat the rest of the crew away from it with a frying pan, but I managed to save you a bowl."
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