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| He turned from the window, one exquiste eye-brow raised. "Well, I suppose I owe you some sort of explaination." Carol looked up at the ceiling and sighed gustily. "I would say so." she agreed. "After the show you just put on-" "Show madam?" he broke in. "I was simply carrying out my-" "Ok, fine, it wasn't a show. Now get back to the explination part." He cleared his throat, and eyed her delicately. "Of course. My name is Otrion. My homeland is Leifaiter. There I live and lead a tiny kingdom known as Gryewood. Years passed as I severed my King Weisliter faithfully as his duke, residing in splendor over my plentiful subjects. Left mainly in peace, we prospere independently, thriving on the merchants which carry our plentiful resourses to far away cities, and bring back the profit. Our king's recent untimely end came as a horrible shock to his people-" "Otrion, are you going to get to the explation part anytime soon?" broke in Carol. "If you will only listen a moment longer. His Queen acended the throne deeming her husband's sons too inexperinced to rule. The princes all began to leave the castle to stay with earls and dukes of the land, so that they might gain the needed wisdom. My daughter, Klinda, fell in love with the prince who resided in my home. I would not have the match, for Prince Rynelt is known throught the land for his brashness. The two conspired against me, and I am here until I find the Pearl of Agortha, the treasure used to push me here and the my only way home." "Could you, or could you not have been more succinct? I mean you show up in my livingroom and ransack the house like a mad-man, then you notice me and offer an explination like just you weren't just tearing the house apart. My mother is going to be so upset . . . and what's up with the pointy ears!? "If I need explain that to you, I see no point in futhering our aquaintnince . . . unless you can tell me were the Pearl is!" "You could have bothered to ask me before you ranacked our house, alright? I would like to remind you that I practicly had to knock you over before I could get your attention. Now if you would only explain to me what's up with-" "I have on time for petty games." he quipped. "And I have no time for your attitude! You with your curly locks and lacy clothes, look like a 16th century dandy! Now, are you going to trust me, or are you just gonna go out there, to enjoy your last five minutes before you end up a pin cusion for some scientist in the pentagon?" They two locking eyes for a minute, glaring at each other over the magazine covered coffetable of Caorl's den. Otrion put his fingertips to his temples for a moment. "I do not understand your grave threats . . . " Otrion steated himself in the immation leather sofa across from Caorl. "What do you want?" "Well, the truth for a start. Who are you really? I am willing to believe in the other worldly stuff, seeing that you came here out of nowhere, but I honestly think the rest of your story is full of sewage." Otrion frowned. "Oh, very well, I am truly the sutior for the Lady Klinda, stranded by her father's-" "Oh puh-lease did I or did I not just ask for the truth? Try and get it straight this time." Otrion looked at her expression, and seeing iron there, cleared his throat, and began again. |
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| "I am the youngest son, of my father the Duke. My older brother is a magicain of great renownd. I mean to be so great, but you see here the result of my fumblings. As it is now, it always has been. I can only read the spells I do not understand and make disasters, while my brother barely tries, and makes miracles. For this spell, I had to send something before me so it might achieve its goal. I thought to use a glass bead, but instead I have lost my Mother's pearl. I hope the truth amuses you as much as it shames me, madam." "That's more like it!" Carol decided, nodding her head as she looked him over. "Stupid little brother, I can see. Royal father . . . no. How old are you anyway." "A mere seventeen seasons, though many would think it more to look on me. And you?" "If you have to be all nosey about it, I'm sixteen. I wouldn't place you a day over sixteen on looks alone, myself. After your little display I would never have guesssed seventeen." "Do you find me so young, madam? Am I so childish as to be below you?"askd Otrion wryly. "You're just an average elfy looking thing as far as I am concerned." sniffed Carol. "You think youself so beautiful, madam?" He sneered. "At least I have enough brains to keep away from unmarked magic spells, girly-boy." she quipped. "You mock me." Otrion muttered. "And you do not even know the worst of my foolishness." "It gets better?" she crowed. "I don't suppose you turned anyone into a frog?" "The spell was TO FIND YOUR TRUE LOVE. That means if you do not return with me, I will be forced to stay here and die." Otirtin was silent, gave Carol an intense look.Carol stopped laughing and met his eyes, after which Otrion obliged to study his riding boots. Carol made a soft noise, and Otirtin looked up. "What was that, madam?" he said softly, humbled by the blush in Carol's cheeks. "Sure. Okay. I'll go with you. I'm bored here anyhow. I mean, I can't let you die or anything. Besides, you aren't half bad . . . for all your lack of style." Otritin looked up and found himself smiling broadly. "Very well, Carol, we should return quickly. I thank you." After Carol scribbled a quick, odd note for her mother to find, she turned to Otrionl He extended his hand to her, which she gladly took, as she felt a little giddy. They walked hand-in-hand toward a strange shaft of light in the living room. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked with a little smile, and she pulled a milky white stone from her jeans pocket. "It rolled onto the carpet shortly before you arrived." Otritin immediatly felt foolish, but Carol laughed, and he joined in, until the echos of thier laughter was all that was left of them. |
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