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Date Posted: 14:04:24 01/18/02 Fri
Author: Rowan and Laurel
Subject: Stop---camel time!
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Words of advice" on 13:25:14 01/18/02 Fri

Rowan grumbled to himself when Tia gave him a hard glare before snatching her outfit back. He didn’t understand why she had to act like he’d morally offended her or something now. Hell, he’d just been messing with her in the tent; he had no idea she would be so averse to putting on that outfit! Why else would she have had it made, anyway? Did she have somebody else in mind to try it on for?

Maybe for that overgrown black pussycat, he thought with a chuckle, watching her drag Tristan off to a nearby tent. He was startled from his dark humor by a poke to the ribs, and he turned to give Jeremy his attention. The piece of cheese he was swallowing nearly got lodged into his windpipe when the kid made some offhand comment about Tia and Tristan, echoing exactly what Rowan had been thinking only a second ago.

Sweet, bleeding lady, he thought, trying to catch his breath again, The kid must be psychic! But when Jeremy continued to go on about the pair, it became clear that he obviously hadn’t been joking. He seemed to think that the dragon and the pretty thief might actually be a couple!

“That’s ridiculous!” he snapped, giving Jeremy a cold look. He set his plate down and stood up, shouldering his own pack he’d set aside here earlier and moving to follow Marz and Corum toward the camels. “Come on, pretty boy,” he muttered to Saras, who still stood nearby. He, Jeremy, and the genie headed toward the line of animals picketed at the far end of the camp, where several of the Jann were throwing their own belongings up onto the backs of the large creatures.

“Tia would never want to have anything to do with that prissy little dragon boy!” he told Jeremy, still slightly rankled that the kid could be so insensitive as to even suggest that. Deep down, he knew he had only been trying to get under Marz’s skin, but that didn’t mean he had to go and use Tia to do it. “Tristan wouldn’t know a pretty face and a decent opportunity if it came and slapped him in the mouth. Tia has more class than that, so don’t go around saying stupid stuff like that, you hear me?”

Muttering irritably to himself, he walked over to the nearest camel and chose it for his own mount. He didn’t really give a damn about the magic branches or the Sea of Salt or the Twilight City right now. He really just wished Tia would come to her senses and stop acting like she had a reason to be so pissed off at him.

~*~*~*~*~

Laurel awoke from the light nap she’d stolen inside one of the camp tents, raising her hands slowly over her head and stretching resolutely. The sounds from outside must have shaken her from her sleep, meaning that the others were up, and probably read to leave.

A small sound of protest made her glance down toward her feet, and she saw that one of the camp cats had come during the night to curl up close to her hip. The creature stared pitifully up at her, its bright yellow eyes giving it an appearance of sharp intelligence.

“Well, aren’t you a doll,” she said, grinning as she reached down to stroke the thick gray fur on the animal’s back. The cat immediately began purring like crazy, opening and closing her claws on Laurel’s cloak to express her contentment.

“I know, I know,” she soothed. “But we can’t laze about all night, you know. Why don’t you come to keep me company?” After gathering her pack of supplies from Kazabet’s and shouldering her bow, she gathered the cat in her arms and headed outside, making her way toward Ravin, who was sitting beside Isobel, sipping something from a flask. Probably ale, she thought with disapproval.

“Look what I found,” she chirped, sitting down beside him and setting the cat down on the ground. Immediately, the creature rushed over to Isobel and began rubbing herself all over the woman’s legs, purring loudly the entire time. Laurel ignored her, reaching for her pack and pulling out a small, black piece of slate, surrounded on all sides by a wooden border. Next, she brandished a thick piece of chalk, and held both out to Ravin.

“I got it from one of the Jann,” she said triumphantly, smiling broadly. “Now you can practice your letters properly, just like the school children. Pretty soon we can move on to spelling whole words, and you shall be able to write beautiful, heartfelt love letters to Isobel here, if you are so inclined.” She tossed the woman a wink, unable to hold back the little giggle that rolled its way off her tongue.

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