Slow posts, I know. I'll try and work on this more frequently. No guarantees though.
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“All seems to be in order. We will be leaving in five minutes,” announced Devin.
Sara sauntered up to Kismet with a mischievous grin on her face, followed by a small group of her lackeys. “Hey, Kismet.”
Kismet rolled her eyes away.
“You know. I was thinking about yesterday and I just wanted to say, I was completely out of line. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.”
The Catheran cringed in disgust when Sara stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her. If there was one thing that annoyed her more than Sara, it was when she would give a fake apology, often followed by some insult.
“So I decided to buy you a little something to show you how sorry I am.” Sara pulled out a red leather collar with a bronze tag. “See. I even had your name engraved on it—Furball.”
Sara’s group chuckled in amusement as Kismet sighed with annoyance. Sara leaned closer, with a grin on her face. “It suits you better than the one you’re wearing now. You’ve had that thing on forever.”
Sara reached to unfasten Kismet’s silver leaf collar. Kismet violently gripped her arm with a piercing glare. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? Do you really have nothing better to do with your time?”
Sara gave a big shrug with a mockingly innocent look. “I was just trying to apologize for yesterday. No need to get all catty about it.”
“You really are pathetic.” Kismet threw Sara’s arm away from her with a groan and walked off.
“Hooo, I feel bad for you, Sara. Having to put up with that every time you’re on assignment,” commented one of the lackeys.
“I know, right? Just my luck to be stuck with Furball here.”
“She has to be bringing you down. You should request a squad reassignment.”
“You don’t think I’ve tried? Ever since day one I’ve tried to get away from that freak. They must enjoy watching me suffer. And I swear, I’ll skin that damned cat alive if it costs me my spot by Raze’s side,” replied Sara irritably.
Silence befell the group when a young sorceress passed by. “What’s she doing here?”
Nakita Elise of the Royal Guard, was speaking with General Devin. Her mixed blood made no effort of hiding itself. A full head shorter than Devin, her dark-brown Rokan hair and her icy-blue Telan eyes was unmistakable to anyone who had ever dealt with her. The thin leather and embroidered red cloth that formed her armor signified her status as a full-fledged wizard.
“Don’t tell me she’s going with us too. First the Catheran, and now the witch?” said another.
“Witch? You know her? She just looks like some mage girl.”
“You don’t know who that is, Lu? Look at her gloves. They’re etched with silver runes, and those blue gems are essences of Undine.”
“Wait. That’s Princess Lydia’s Guardian, the Ice Witch? I never knew that was her. After all the stories I’ve heard about her, I expected her to look more…cruel.”
“Don’t let the way she looks fool you. You heard what she did to Sandler right?”
Nakita walked by the group of soldiers toward the rear of the caravan. Her neatly tied, long, smooth hair was pinned fashionably by ornate gem-studded pins, complimenting her profound figure. She gave them an ice-cold gaze as she passed by, sending shivers down their spines.
“Best to avoid her as much as possible,” the soldier warned.
Lu looked at Nakita once more, unable to believe that members of the military could fear such a well-mannered looking young woman. If anything, he found her to look mysteriously charming.
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Ice Witch, Scene v1
Monday, June 22, 2009
In the Kitchen, Scene v1
Wow, it's been forever since I've worked on my writing. I'm going to try and start working on it a bit again, now that the school quarter is over. And yes, I know, the title of this post is rather lacking.
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Kismet peered into the massive kitchen castle. Over forty cooks and aids weaved between each other, as noon grew closer with every minute. As the workers passed by her, they never failed to give an irritated glare. Kismet scanned over the kitchen. The bright golden blonde hair took little effort to spot in the sea of brown and black, not to mention the white silken dress amidst the rough cotton tunics, trousers, and skirts.
Delphi met eyes with Kismet through the traffic, waving cheerfully. Her sky blue eyes sparkled along with her smile. “Kismet, you’re back!”
Kismet made her way through to the young princess’ side. She couldn't help but notice the mess that covered the princess' dress. “At it again, I see. Just look at you. You have flour and strawberry custard all over you.”
Delphi looked down at her self, confused. “How’d that happen? I was being extra careful too.”
Helen chuckled. She began brushing off the loose powder and crumbs stuck on Delphi. “I hope you don’t expect to stay clean after baking. I told you, you should’ve changed into something else first.”
Helen, 37 years old, was Delphi’s wet-nurse. She, like King Marcus, enjoys spoiling the young princess as if she were her own precious daughter. Delphi always sought out Helen in hopes to learn and take part in common work. Kismet also took part from time to time, since she could never pass up the smile it brought to Delphi’s face.
Kismet glanced at the giant flower-shaped pastry on the counter. It was large enough to serve maybe ten to twelve people. The crust was slightly burned, and much of the dough seemed a bit under-baked, but it was definitely an improvement over some of Delphi’s previous attempts at baking. “Looks yummy.”
Delphi’s face lit up. “You think so? Here, try a piece.” She dug her fingers into the pastry, tearing a piece off the edge, then thrusted her fingers into Kismet’s mouth.
“Ah…Your Highness! Manners!” Helen scolded with a stern glare.
“Oops, sorry,” said Delphi, rubbing the back of her head.
Kismet swallowed the pastry and chuckled, gesturing at her hair. “You should’ve wiped your hands first.”
Helen sighed, shaking her head. “I’ll go draw a bath.”
Delphi blushed as Helen left the kitchen. The two stepped out of the kitchen, away from the bustling noise and activity. Delphi sat on a nearby chair and lowered her head while Kismet picked the food out of her hair.
Delphi hit Kismet’s thigh. “You got hurt again!”
“It’s no big deal. It’s almost healed already.”
“No big deal? Your bandages are completely stained with blood!” she exclaimed.
Kismet picked the last of the bits out of Delphi’s hair and sat on the floor beside her. “Seriously, it’s not that bad. Here, I’ll show you.”
Delphi turned her head and covered her eyes as Kismet began unraveling her bandages. “Eww, no! No, no, no. Stop! I don’t want to see it!”
“It’s not that bad, see?”
Sure enough, the wound had healed significantly. What was once a bone-deep gouge was now no more than a moderate cut. The princess peeked through her fingers. Kismet played with the wound, flapping it open and closed, with her thumbs. Delphi shoved her roughly. “Stop that. It’s disgusting!”
The Catheran let out a hearty laugh. “Okay, okay. I’m stopping. Come on. Let’s go get you washed up.”
Kismet quickly rewrapped the bandages around her leg then stood up. Delphi hopped off the chair and held her Catheran’s hand as they walked toward her bathing chambers. Delphi always loved holding and petting Kismet. She loved how her sandy brown fur was always so soft, how her auburn hair was always so smooth, how her body was always so warm and comforting, how she gently purred, and how she licked her face in affection.
“So are they going to let you rest a few days to recover?”
Kismet shook her head. “I’m going with them in two days. We’re going to help escort the food caravan to Lokem.”
“Lokem? But that’s at least eight days away!” whined the princess.
Kismet frowned. “I know. I’m sorry, but it’s my job. I have to show them how hard I’m willing to work.”
“But it’s already so lonely without you. A whole half of a month is too long. Can’t they let you stay since you’re hurt?”
Kismet wrapped her arm around Delphi and rubbed the princess’ shoulder comfortingly.
“Sorry. I’m going to miss you too, but I have to do this. Maybe we can bake a cake when I get back.”
Delphi scrunched her face into a pout. “Fine.”
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