| Subject: **laughs** I'll try it right now. Inside! (I wrote a lot to make up for lost time, but sorry for slight repeatings at the beginning, its a little hard to keep track) |
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Date Posted: 21:30:00 09/11/03 Thu
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Tacroy the Desperate
's message, "Please, hurry! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEE!!!" on 03:00:39 09/11/03 Thu
He ran a long finger over the gash in her temple, feeling the depth of the wound. Ferriff grimaced and looked about for anything that would make for a suitable bandage. He finally spotted a small scrap of cloth that Idela used for sewing, and snatched it. First he tried gluing it to her wound with her own blood, then he decided it would be painful trying to get it off. He looked around for something with which he could tie it on, but he found nothing particularly suited for this purpose, but he did find a small piece of twine, also used for her sewing. He cut two small holes in the fabric and tied the scrap to her wound. Ferriff looked at his job in satisfaction, then jerked his head over to where Tacroy lay. The young man came to and groaned, rubbing his head. He looked over to Ferriff, his eyes half closed. “Ow…” He muttered. His eyes snapped fully open suddenly as he saw Arion, still unconscious on the hard floor. He rushed over, concern in his eyes. Ferriff grinned, patting Tacroy on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine,” He said, “Just needs a little rest is all.” The young elf nodded, feeling suddenly faint. The small but cozy cabin seemed to swim before his eyes, and he kept on nodding as he passed out on the floor, unconscious again. Ferriff shook his head and smiled, whispering, “I guess that makes two of you.”
********Love or Royalty**********
Arion awoke with a throbbing headache. She attempted to sit up, but was stopped by tremendous pains in her skull. She flopped back on the peach-scented pillow and stared blankly at Idela’s ceiling fan. She studied it carefully, having nothing else to do. It was hand carved out of pine, with cherry wood edging. Small elvish words were carved on each of the five blades, spelling out a faithful sentence. ‘Heru na o ilya neuro.’ Translating literally, ‘Lord be with all followers.’ A kind, concerned looking face appeared over hers suddenly. Arion expected Tacroy, Ferriff, Idela or even maybe Jeniva, but this face was a stranger to her. It was pretty and fair enough, nothing shocking about her. Locks of raven colored hair fell about her shoulders, and deep, midnight blue eyes pressed into hers. Arion screamed, a high pitched, shrill noise, which brought Tacroy and Ferriff running. The pretty young stranger beside her looked around, embarrassed by all the attention. “Er…I’m sorry if I disturbed her in any way…” Tacroy whirled on her. “Disturbed her?” He cried, “Hadha! Of course you disturbed her! She’s crying! Can’t you see that? Are you blind? She’s wailing as well! She screamed! Can’t you hear that? Are you deaf too???” Hadha, as Tacroy called her, flushed crimson, up to the roots of her dark hair. Tacroy calmed down, ashamed. “I-I-I’m sorry, Hadha. I wasn’t thinking.” Her full, red lips were in a sad pout now. “No, you were right. I’m always causing problems around here!” She rushed away, a blur of matted hair and tears. On her way out, she collided with another young elf, Saila by name. Saila had a soft voice, never raised it, and was slightly shy. Beautiful golden hair tumbled about her shoulders, reaching to her waist. Light grey eyes shifted about, like the sea after a storm. Saila held Hadha briefly, steadying her. Then she passed on, almost floating. She glided past them all to Arion, where the injured elf lay, admiring Saila’s beautiful garments. A rich purple gown flowed to the floor, gold designs trailing prettily down the edges. Small, light blue, buttoned silk slippers clad her feet, each button a valuable jewel. But the most dazzling of all was a diamond tiara resting lightly upon her head, a ruby at every tip. Arion lay, transfixed by it. This was an Elvin princess. “Alkarinqua taari Elda {Radiant Queen Elf}!” The awestruck elf whispered. Saila smiled at the words, but suddenly her head whipped around, as did all of the others’ heads, at the beautiful, mournful music coming from the garden.
“‘Neath the old chestnut tree,
I was listening for thee.
But all I heard were flying quail,
As the wind began to wail.
I was watching and listening
And as I began to sing,
The old song that used to bring you home,
I knew that you were meant to roam.
‘Neath the old chestnut tree,
I was listening for thee.
But all I heard were flying quail,
As the wind began to wail.
I waited years under that tree,
Waiting for one, and only thee.
And to this day I’m waiting there,
Waiting for one to touch my hair…
And say to me…
I’ve been waiting for thee…
But until that time comes…
I’ll wait ‘neath that chestnut tree.
‘Neath the old…chestnut tree…
I was listening…for thee…
But all I heard…were flying quail…
As the wind…began to wail…
I hope that someday you will find me,
Sitting ‘neath our old tree…
And you will say,
“I’ve come this day…”
Hadha’s voice carried beautifully through the cottage window, astonishing all. Arion’s eyes were filled with tears, and Tacroy hugged her carefully around the shoulders. Ferriff set a hand on a small chair, weeping openly, obviously thinking of Idela. Idela! To Arion’s mind was brought a new worry. The elf had not been back at the time she had promised, it was now early morning. Saila walked out the doors, not quickly, but in a kind of dignified rush. They heard her gentle voice comforting Hadha outside, but now something new was added to the noise. Hoof beats! A lone horse, Idela no doubt. Arion sat up, painfully but eagerly, awaiting her good friend’s arrival. Ferriff opened the door wide to let in --- Not Idela, but a young man! Arion slumped back in the bed, her hopes crushed. The dashing new elf entered grandly, obviously strong, for he had picked up Hadha and Saila on his way inside. He set the two young ladies down carefully, and surveyed them quickly. He looked around, and seeing no familiar faces, whispered something to Hadha. She smiled brightly at them all and then spoke up. “I think it would be best if we all introduced ourselves, on account of new faces all around.” Everyone nodded, agreeing to the sensible idea. The call went around.
“Arion Kavira Rogers.”
“Tacroy Swiftwind Bladefire.”
“Ferriff Telta Eclipse.”
“Saila Alkarin Lerianathin, heir to the Lerianathin throne.”
“Hadha Earenya Lerianathin, sister to the heir to the Lerianathin throne.”
“Konduu Oarn Mordo.”
Arion admired Konduu’s strong build and stature, taking in every detail of his face and body. She saw him gazing fondly at Hadha, but then he looked at Saila, with no trace of love on his face, and put an arm around her shoulders. Arion realized with a start that before long, Konduu would have to decide between love and royalty.
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