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Post by Sky on Dec 30, 2005 23:44:35 GMT -5
Slowly lowering himself to the ground, Sky tentatively touched his leg, watching as his palm became red with his blood. Wincing, he gently rotated his leg; it hurt like hell, but Brandon and Demetrius didn't need to know that. Putting on a big smile, Sky replied, "I'm fine. It's just a little cut, that's all. No need to make a big fuss."  Demetrius stared at Sky and raised an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Like hell you're fine." Bending down, he gathered Sky up into his arms, despite the prince's irritated protests to put him down. "You aren't walking, so stuff it, Prince Sky," Demetrius replied, his tone making it clear that what he said was final. Coloring at the thought of being carried around like a child, Sky bit his lip to keep himself from making an angry retort - or at least that's what he told himself he was doing. In reality, he was very much relieved to not have to walk. He just wouldn't admit it - a matter of pride was what it was. |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 30, 2005 23:50:24 GMT -5
Christine looked up at the royal parents and then at her mother. She was going to be the peacemaker between the two sets of parents even if it drove her mad. "If it's all right with their majesties, the prince can have my dinner and dessert. I don't mind missing a meal," she shyly offered. Really, she didn't mind missing a meal. Besides, it might cheer the prince up if he had something resembling dinner after the scare he had.
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Post by Sky on Dec 30, 2005 23:56:07 GMT -5
 Riannon looked out at the forest, hearing nothing but a deadly silence. Achingly, she whispered, "I'm not sure if that will be necessary . . ."  Gently, Aldrich stroked his wife's back and planted a few soft kisses against her temple. Allowing her to lean back in his arms, he rested his chin atop her head, and replied softly, "Don't think that way, darling. I am certain Sky will be fine. You'll see. You trust me, don't you?" A thin smile crossed Riannon's face as she spoke, her voice faint, "You know I do." |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 31, 2005 0:10:16 GMT -5
Christine slowly came out from behind her mother, her gaze focusing on something in the distance. "There's something coming," she said quietly. She decided she was going to throw caution to the wind and run to see what it was.
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Post by Sky on Dec 31, 2005 0:22:24 GMT -5
Groaning internally, Sky saw that someone was running toward him, Demetrius, and Brandon. With his luck, it would be that girl and she would probably have a whole sack full of taunts to throw at him for not being strong enough to defend himself. Irritated, he pushed at Demetrius's shoulder and demanded, "Put me down. We're not that far off now; I can walk the rest of the way." Demetrius glanced at the girl who was running their way and he understood immediately why Prince Sky wished to be put down; he didn't want to lose face in front of her. A smile tugging at his mouth, he gently set Sky on his feet and replied softly, "As you wish." |
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Post by brandon2 on Dec 31, 2005 0:27:25 GMT -5
Brandon who had been following Demetruis, peaked his head around Demetruis to see what the commotion was about. "Um, want me to go tell the queen that every thing is fine." Brandon asked preparing for how she was going to react when Sky came home.
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Post by Sky on Dec 31, 2005 0:32:58 GMT -5
Demetrius nodded, "Yes, go on ahead, Brandon, and tell the King and Queen that Sky has a hurt leg, but otherwise appears fine. You should also probably request that someone prepare a basin of hot water to clean the wound." Glancing down at the Sky's blood-stained jacket, which he had wrapped around his leg to stop the bleeding, Demetrius added, "And while you're at it, ask for some clean cloths so that we can re-bandage his leg." |
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Post by brandon2 on Dec 31, 2005 0:42:09 GMT -5
"Okay," Brandon replyed. Looking at the girl who was still a little ways away. "If you don't want him to walk the rest of the way and for him to save face. Put him on your shoulders." Brandon told Demetrius be for bolting off to tell the queen the news.
Pasing the girl with little more than a nod. He ran to the group of people standing before the house.
Cathing his breath he bowed before the Queen. "Your Highness, I am to report that the Prince is fine save an injured leg." now that the formal stuff was done. "Demetrius beat the wolf off. And I pulled Sky into the tree out of the way. Oh yeah, could we please get some hot water and freash bandages, for Skys wound."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 31, 2005 7:57:37 GMT -5
Christine slowed herself to a walk as she approached Sky and Demetrius. If Sky had expected her to taunt him - well, he'd have to wait a long time for that to happen. Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and tears streaked down her face. She glanced over at Sky then up at Demetrius. "He'll be okay, right?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 31, 2005 14:14:53 GMT -5
Demetrius glanced over at Sky before shaking his head. "That bite was a nasty one, but I doubt the prince here is going to let it keep him down; after all, he's our Lyon," Demetrius replied, using the nickname he had given Sky long ago when he had realized that the little prince was as fearless as, well, a lion. Sky looked at the girl whose face was currently a picture of concern. Frowning, he wondered why she didn't at least throw out an "I told you so" - he certainly deserved it. Instead, the girl just continued to look at him with tears in her eyes. It threw him off, without a doubt; he had expected her to laugh or to mock him because it wasn't as though he was dying, so it wouldn't be completely inappropriate for her to have fun at his expense. And yet, nothing. Pushing himself past the girl, Sky muttered, his tone clearly sarcastic, "What? You all out of insults? I must say I'm shocked." |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 31, 2005 15:25:50 GMT -5
Christine looked hurt and looked at the ground. "I don't see why I should insult you," she said quietly. "It wouldn't be right of me." She wanted to laugh, wanted to say I told you so, but... after seeing it happened... She had no heart to. "I told your parents that you can have my bed tonight. It's comfortable - and non-frilly so your masculine sensiblities won't have a fit."
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Post by Sky on Dec 31, 2005 15:37:20 GMT -5
Stopping in his tracks, Sky stood with his back rigidly to Christine. Sighing internally, Sky knew that he had hurt her unintentionally; after all, it was plain as day in her voice. He hadn't meant to come across quite so boorish but still . . . he couldn't fathom why she was being so nice to him; she had to have some ulterior motive, Sky thought decisively.
Turning to look at her, his face clearly reflecting his bafflement, he asked suspiciously, "Why are you being so nice to me after I made fun of you? What's in it for you?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 31, 2005 15:42:00 GMT -5
"Nothing," she said quietly. "I just wanted to be helpful," she continued. She bit her lower lip and looked at him. She then looked down at the ground and played with the hem of her dress. "I'd like to start over, if that's okay with you..."
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Post by Sky on Dec 31, 2005 15:50:35 GMT -5
"Start over," Sky echoed, still somewhat thrown off by the girl's change in attitude. It was strange that she wanted a truce, but Sky wasn't complaining because, from the way it looked, he was going to be here all summer - unless, of course, his mother managed to convince his father that it was "dangerous" here. But that wasn't likely to happen since his father was a stubborn man - he'd made plans to vacation here for the summer and he'd be damned if his family didn't. That was simply the kind of man his father was. In any event, Sky knew that if he was going to have to spend three whole months in this place, he might as well make it as easy as possible on himself. The last thing he needed was to be at constant odds with someone so . . .
Sky nodded curtly, "Fine. Truce. Bygones be bygones. Whatever. There's no need to make a big deal about it."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 31, 2005 15:55:18 GMT -5
Christine smiled and dipped into a small curtsy. "My name's Christine Strongheart, what's yours?" she asked ever so politely. She was going to be kind to him because she could see that there was something entirely special about that boy. That and it was rather lonely here...
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