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Date Posted: 20:07:52 01/17/02 Thu
Author: Tristan
Subject: Talking to Tia
In reply to: Rowan Silvertree 's message, "Women...sheesh!" on 18:30:15 01/17/02 Thu

Tristan yelped when Marz tossed the blanket aside. The cold air that now proceeded to suck out all the warmth from his skin forced him to hustle his way through dressing, pulling on a shirt and tossing on his old leather coat. After strapping their weapons on, he and Marz headed outside, grabbing some food before moving quickly toward the fire crackling in the center of the camp.

As he held his hands out over the warm flames, Tristan could almost wish they had spent the last few hours here, where it was warm. Still, he wouldn’t give up his time with Marz for anything in the world, and that was one thing he felt he would stake his life on to prove. Who knew; maybe in the next few years, even the next few months, things would change between them. But for now, Tristan was almost shamefully happy. There were certain elements of his childhood depression that he never could quite shake, but most of the time now, that was pushed to the back.

In fact, maybe it was because he’d been so desperately unhappy that he now found it so easy to be finally content. He could easily remember the sort of state he’d been in when he’d arrived in Bizmar—cold, embittered, and wearing an ego so fragile he fell apart at the finest accusations. He’d been automatically wary of everyone he met (with the possible exception of the handsome young healer, Eremis), most especially that cocky know-it-all bully, Marz Nightcrawler! The two of them really were at odds with each other for the first day or two, but as time went by, they seemed to hit it off.

Tristan’s fingers finally felt moveable again, so he pulled them away from the fire and started chewing on the sausages he’d piled onto his plate. While he ate, he stole glances at Marz, who kept fidgeting slightly and making occasional comments about Corum, or the food, or the Jann. What made this handsome, confident, one-time gang leader go after a constantly depressed loser like himself? Even now, he still couldn’t tell what Marz saw in him. All he could do was hope he didn’t screw this all up somehow, and then have to go back to being who he used to be.

A slight movement from his other side made him turn his head, whereupon he found himself down staring directly into the eyes of Tia. Marz was right; she looked mad as hell! Her cheeks were all red, and her violet eyes were slightly narrowed, like a cat’s. He could almost imagine her tail twitching behind her back, if she had one, that is. Tristan’s tale did that when he got pissed, although none of his friends here would have had the chance to see him truly angry in dragon form. They were lucky, too, because an angry dragon tended to stop thinking rationally sometimes, and then, well, bad things could happen. Fortunately, it took a lot to upset him in his natural form, so unless he was feeling exceptionally hungry and not thinking straight, he was perfectly safe to be around in “beast mode,” as Marz would call it.

When Tia asked him if she could have some of his food, he silently offered her his plate, watching mildly on as she stabbed angrily at the little pieces of sausages. A couple times, the prongs of her fork came a bit too close to his fingers for comfort, but he decided not to say anything about it. He remained quiet for a few minutes, remembering how they’d shared a few words together the other night around the tribespeople’s campfire. It felt really nice to…well, frankly bitch about the more irritating aspects of Marz’s behavior, and although she hadn’t offered any real advice, it really had been great to have someone who just sat there and really listened to him.

“Um, is something wrong?” he finally asked in a somewhat small voice. When she didn’t say anything, he decided to persist, and went on, his tone growing a little more firm. “You look the way I feel when a certain someone who happens to be sitting right next to me has pissed me off big time.” He ignored the look he felt Marz give him, instead keeping his gaze focused on Tia.

Eventually, she sighed, and met his eyes, still looking as angry as ever. “Come on,” he urged, a tiny smile coming to his face, “Who is he, and what’d he do to you?”

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Saras and a couple of the others drift over to their little fire, as well. Thanks to the couple hours he spent with Marz, his jealousy was completely abated. Didn’t mean it couldn’t flare up just as easily again, though. When you managed to stick someone as incredible as that up on a pedestal, you tended to guard him rather fiercely. With both the beautiful genie and that little brat Jeremy close by, it wouldn’t do to let his guard down, not for one single second.

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