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Date Posted: 16:32:51 01/14/02 Mon
Author: Tristan and Laurel
Subject: Meeting the new boy
In reply to: Sarosh 's message, "Definitely a people person" on 15:14:07 01/14/02 Mon

When Marz didn’t respond immediately to his stern reprimand, Tristan frowned. If he had been in dragon form, he would have flattened his ears against his head. As it was, he managed to only look moderately grumpy. Used to be when he could really get a rise out of him by fussing at him like that. Now Tristan didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed by his efforts.

His grumpiness turned to surprise when Marz informed him that he hadn’t fainted at all. He reached up to touch the new bump in his neck just as Marz’s hand came to brush across his cheek. “Corum wanted me to give you his thanks for saving his life,” he said with a smile. Tristan stared at him for a few seconds, wishing fervently that he would come a little closer and not take his hand away this time.

Stop being so silly, he told himself irritably. He snapped out of his daze and looked up at Corum, a blush starting to creep onto his cheeks. “Oh…you’re welcome,” he said with a shrug. “It was no big deal.” Obviously, it was, since Corum and he both could have easily died back there, but he still wasn’t used to accepting thank yous and compliments from others yet.

He was saved from his momentary discomfort by the sound of footsteps nearing from behind. He twisted around from where he still sat in the sand and cocked his head at the strange creature who was accompanying Ravin. Try as he might, Tristan couldn’t decide on the proper gender for the newcomer. He didn’t find that at all disturbing, though, since most of his kind enjoyed playing with the blurred lines between the sexes. But it wasn’t really a formula he subscribed to, and if this were a man, he couldn’t help thinking he was a bit of a frump for walking around looking like that.

Once Ravin introduced his companion, however, it became apparent that he definitely was a…well, a he. Tristan took a moment to stare admiringly at his long, red hair before fixing him with something of a contemptuous look. He noticed Marz's attention was now completely focused on this Saras creature, causing his own jealous tendencies to begin flaming high once again.

“Thank you!” Saras said, beaming down at them after Marz had so kindly welcomed him. “I’m sure it will be quite pleasant and interesting, traveling with you all.” His pretty eyes seemed to travel back to Marz’s face, and Tristan was very certain he saw a noted look of interest in his expression. Gritting his teeth a bit, he tried to stand again, succeeding this time, though he still felt a bit woozy.

“Did you say he came from a flask?” he asked, glancing at Ravin as he grabbed onto Marz’s shoulder to keep himself steady. “A flask? Is that…normal?”

When he noticed the embarrassed look on Saras’ face, a warm, smug feeling washed over him. Pretty genies who thought they were all that and a box of rare chocolates just did not waltz into a camp and proceed to dazzle everyone’s brains so easily. At least Tristan wasn’t going to let this one do it, anyway.

~*~*~*~*~

Laurel was still sitting on the rock Erlic had left her at, wondering vaguely what he and her brother had had to discuss so urgently. She was a little irked that Rowan had arrived to interrupt them, just as her companion was about to elaborate on what he was trying to say. He had seemed a touch nervous, as if he weren’t quite sure what he was supposed to do or say, but she thought he’d been handling himself quite nicely. It was the only way to describe why she’d gotten a tiny thrill when he kissed her on the cheek, and that after even putting one hand over hers!

She swung her legs a bit on the rock, glad that he was finally getting a little bold. Before she could shame herself and start giggling like a teenager, Jeremy suddenly arrived, inviting himself beside her as he plopped himself down onto the large boulder.

She coughed politely in one hand when he accidentally blew some smoke in her direction, shaking her head quickly when he offered some food. He ought to know she disapproved of things like that! She was about to open her mouth and tell him that he really ought to pay more attention to his health, when he stopped her by pointing toward one of the campfires, where Marz, Valhorek, Corum, and a sleeping Tristan were gathered. At least she assumed the dragon was merely sleeping, as none of the people surrounding him looked excessively concerned. Eventually, this proved to be the case, although Jeremy’s rather disappointed comment did leave her somewhat mystified.

Before she could comment on that, the boy pointed something else out—or rather, someone else. Laurel stared curiously at the person walking beside Jeremy, nodding vaguely as he complimented his or her hair color.

“Of course!” she said suddenly, when he finished by asking for another hair job. Before he could respond, she rubbed her hands briskly together, giving him a wink as she did so. She muttered something softly in the old tongue as she ran her fingers through his spiky hair, leaving a brilliant red color in their wake.

“There,” she commented, smiling across at him. “You’re probably quite the target, now. Don’t blame me if you get your head knocked off, child!” Laughing, she slipped off the rock, taking his hand and pulling him along with her.

“Come on,” she urged, “Let’s go see who this pretty newcomer is, then, since you like her hair so much!”

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