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1. [DL-D] Toy soldiers - JP
From: Katie <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-W] Girl Talk
From: "Jacqueline A. Allgood"
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3. [DL-W] Girl Talk
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Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 08:02:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Katie <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] Toy soldiers - JP
Day 106
Pre Dawn
Med Center
[SNIP]
Ahh baby, don't cry, I'm ok." Dante mumbled softly as
he reached out
his
hand to touch hers. Weya hearing his voice looked up
only to see him
smile
briefly and his eyes slowly close as he slipped back
into the dark
world of
his dreams.
[END SNIP]
There she was the woman that stuck by his side all
this time, through
everything. He watched hazily through the slits of
his eye lids. The
light
that filtered through the doorway casting shadows
about made her seem
like
an angel; a very sad one.
He managed to open one eye again, to take in more of
the scene before
him.
Something was missing, but he could not put his finger
on it. He
pictured
her in his mind and looked for what was gone. When he
got to her hand,
he
could see that she was holding some type of bag, and
his eyes flew back
up
to where..she never took them off!
Weya lost in her thoughts, and trying hard to push the
feelings she had
back
down deep, so that when he woke, there would only her
joy at seeing him
alright. She sighed deeper than she had meant too,
for her thoughts
were
still jumbled and they would not settle down for her
to put them in
their
proper place.
Weya turned towards a noise she heard, and not seeing
anything, or
anyone,
turned her attention back to Dante as she sat in vigil
waiting for him
to
awaken.
Dante then noticed with the change in the lighting,
that she wore a
mark, a
bruising of sorts upon her face. What had happened?
It had not been
there
when he had left for the patrol?
He had received a few of those in his past, and he
could tell she
struggled
with something.
"Weya, my dear..what happened to you?"
Weya startled at hearing his voice gasped as she moved
closer to make
sure
she did in fact hear him speak. She was greeted with a
pair of eyes
that
were filled with worry and concern.
"Well, ..uh I." she stammered. More from the fact
that her thoughts
were
not organized enough for her to tell him without
upsetting or worrying
him.
He could tell she struggled with trying to find her
words. He had
learned
that she rarely got this flustered, so his concern and
worry grew,
wondering
just what had happened.
"Could you tell me what happened in the barracks?" he
asked gently,
reaching
for her hand. Perhaps if he could make contact and
hold her hand, he
would
be able to calm her, and get the story of what
happened.
Weya nodded and sighed softly in relief. That she
could do, she could
leave
out the part where she almost got eaten..
"Well, the twins.." She began her tale. It was easy
to find her
footing
once she left out the part about her dream. She did
not need to bring
him
extra worry and concern, and until she could figure
out why it did feel
so
real...
"Then just as I got to the main dining room and
witnessed one of the
creatures taking one of the trainees.." She painted
the picture as it
had
happened, and then explained step by step what had
happened.
Dante was shocked that such a thing could happen. Her
tale brought him
there, with her, helplessly watching the scene through
her eyes,
feeling the
terror and fear as she put no thought but to try to
hold them off, so
the
rest of the searchlings could escape to safety.
"Then suddenly 2 dragons appeared and ripped into
them, and it was
over."
She finished the tale. "Twas like a waking dream."
She added.
"Those twins are going to get killed!" he joked half
smiling, thinking
of
Alton being above just watching.
"I'm sure we will hear of it for some time." He joked
again trying to
put a
smile back on her face trying to lighten her mood.
"Aye." She responded softly. It would take a day or
two for her to
finish
organizing her thoughts, and feelings about this
incident before she
would
be able to put it to rest.
"So, Akety went to take control over the Dining Hall;
that should be
fun for
awhile." He laughed. "I guess there will be no dining
in there for
awhile,
unless you like a crowd." While he was thinking about
all those in the
Dining Hall, his thoughts drifted to the thoughts of
the town folk
being
there. His anger flashed in an instant.
"Damn them!"
Weya looked up in astonishment when his words lashed
about the room.
"Who?" she asked startled.
"Ah, the town folk; giving me hell. Almost as soon as
Jacks landed
there
were all over me. Telling me to go out there and
fight, fight for
their
homes! Why am I here and not out there? One had the
nerve to place
his
hand on me."
Weya slowly brought her hand up to rest on the cheek
where the mark
lay. At
first Dante was confused, and as his brow moved up in
realization of
what
had happened he felt another deep flash of
anger.
"Oh, I see how it is. They bother me and go after
you! Yeah, well THAT
is
not gonna happen, not while I am around!" he exclaimed
as he sat up and
pulled his legs over so they dangled on the edge of
the bed.
"It's fine if they want to treat me like some kinda
toy soldier." He
exclaimed. "We help them; let them say here and what
thanks to they
give
us? NONE! Just go save my home, who cares how many
people die! Just
as
long as I can go back home!? He exclaimed as his anger
grew.
Weya sat amazed at what he was saying, and how true it
was. It was
what she
was feeling as well, and she really did no have the
right to feel like
that.
She too was here because she no longer had a home,
but she did not
accuse
others of not doing their part.
She had not realized he had gotten up and was almost
out the door. She
jumped up and rushed after him.
"Dante!" she cried out. "Wait!"
He turned around to wait for her as she followed after
him down the
hallway.
"Weya, something has to be done." He replied evenly,
looking at the
mark on
her cheek. He reached out and gently caressed it with
the back of his
hand.
It just fueled the frustration he was already feeling.
Weya latched onto his arm. She pulled his eyes and
his attention to
her.
"Goin out there and beatin them to a bloody pulp won't
help anythin."
She
pleaded.
"It will make ME feel better." He replied less angry
than he had felt
the
moment before. With her touch, her being so close, he
just felt the
anger
and fight drain right out of him.
"Nay, it won't." she softly counseled. "The
Warren-lady will have thy
hide.
Jason would ground ya. Then ya would not be able to
help at all."
Weya
struggled with the words that would make him stop and
not go.
"Ya represent the warren, ya don't want ta be like
them do ya?" she
asked.
Dante took a deep breathe and began to walk towards
the door.
"Besides, Akety would skin ya alive." She added trying
anything to get
him
to see reason.
He stopped and looked at her. He grinned with that
image and sobered
up
quickly. He was mad that someone had gone after her.
For something
that had
nothing to do with her.
"You're right." He said as he put his arm around her.
"You're always
right." He smiled at her and squeezed her closer.
"Thanks for stopping
me."
"If I wouldn't have, Jacks would have stopped me."
Weya smiled and
nodded
and felt glad that there would be no more
violence...between them
selves
anyway. It was hard enough to have to fight the
enemy..but to begin to
fight each other..
"Let's go home." He whispered to her as he pulled her
out of her
reverie.
"I'm going to bed, and you can play with what I have
for ya."
Weya looked at him and wondered just what it was that
he had for her.
"So,
what is it?" she asked curiously.
"You'll see.." He winked and grinned mischievously at
her.
* * * * * * *
Dining hall
*Ishtar, grab puppy and bring her down here. I'm
going to be here for
awhile.* Akety told Ishtar as she walked into the
Dining Hall.
There was a circle of people around a table and
standing on the table
was
Alton.
"It was wicked! Its teeth were like this big!" He
stretched his arms
out.
"And, it was this far from me and I could almost touch
it!"
Akety heard the oooos and ahhhhs and some whispering.
She laughed a
bit to
her self as she stood up on a table of her own.
"Listen up; some of you need to start moving tables
from this side to
the
other."
At first no one was listening, Alden barely heard her
talking and got
up on
the table with his brother.
"HEY EVERYONE!" he called out. "Listen up! Akety is
talking." Alton
was
still laughing and Alden pushed him off the table. He
then jumped down
to
tackle his brother.
"Thanks Alden." She smiled in his direction, she had
learned a bit
about the
boys. One was more polite that the other.
"Now, some of you need to move these table over
there." She pointed in
the
direction she wished them to move.
Many of the boys and girls did as they were told. Some
sat still in
shock,
some sitting quietly, some sleeping and some weeping
softly.
As others came; bringing supplies to help them, Akety
began to help
hand out
the supplies and help each one settle in for the
night.
Akety walked outside the Dining Hall and pulled her
robe close. It was
chilly this early in the morning. Her nightgown was
light. Ishtar
lowered
her head.
*Where is she?*
The ebony dragon opened her mouth and sitting on her
tongue was the
little
black wolf. Akety reached over and grabbed the little
bundle and dried
it
off with her robe. It was still half asleep when she
held her up and
looked
at her.
"So many things happen so fast. You barely have time
to think." She
said
out loud. "One minute we were all happy and it's
****nning outside.
Then
those things show up." She pulled the puppy in and
held it like a baby.
"Oh, how I would give anything to get rid of those
things." She rubbed
the
puppy's little nose.
[What's her name..Jacks and I want to know?]
Akety looked up at Ishtar. She had not thought of a
name yet. She had
only
gotten her yesterday and was going to think of one
while she slept.
But
seeing as sleep was going to come later. Might as
well think of a name
now.
*Larka*
[Pretty, Jacks likes it too]
As Akety stood there with little Larka, the sounds of
battle seemed to
grow
louder. The thought that the beast coming in through
the ground sent
****vers up her spine. Things were not going to get
better. She turned
and
headed back into the Dining Hall. Her job was to
watch over the
searchlings
and to teach them, and now was a good time as any.
She gathered up those who would listen and started to
tell them the
benefits
of being a dragonrider. How times like this they all
needed to pull
together.
"Everyone needs to help" she began her talk.
* * * * * * *
Dante's Apartment
Pu****ng the door open he paused ready for an ambush of
little ones. It
was
just something he had grown use to and now it almost
confused him.
Then he
remembered they were all with the others. He sighed
in relief as he
plopped
on his bed. Pulled his boots off and leaned back on
the bed, it felt
good
to stretch out and relax.
Weya walked in slowly behind him, she too was used to
the onslaught of
the
puppies, but there was none.
"Dante, what happened ta the puppies?" she asked; her
worry evident.
"Oh, I gave them away."
Weya blinked in astonishment. "Ta whom?"
"One to Akety, the little black one." He took of his
****rt and tossed
it
next to the closet.
He pulled the covers up over his chest, and looked at
her. He did not
take
everything off, out of respect for her.
"White one, the puff wad, I sent to the little girl
Sharees has. Jason
got
the big blue eyes one, and Pandora got the light
brown and white one."
He
listed them off one by one.
Weya nodded and counted them off in her head. "That's
only four. What
happened to the one with the white mask?"
"Oh that one." He replied with a shrug. "Still around
here somewhere.
Nightbreed" He called for his dog. Out of the closet
came both the
adult
wolves and behind them the last little one.
"That one," he paused, "is yours."
Weya gasped softly and dropped to her knees and
gathered the soft
little
bundle into her arms.
"Oh thank you!" she cried out, her joy evident on her
face. Dante
smiled
and leaned back and watched her snuggle with the puppy
and make little
cooing noises.
"Can't let my girl not get the pick of the litter." He
joked. He had
watched her for weeks, and noticed that she always
paid extra attention
to
the littlest one. Making sure she had enough to eat
and extra
attention.
Weya spend some time with her new little bundle of
joy, and she felt
the
strain of the night begin to wash away. She noticed
that he was
resting
comfortably on the bed. She would wait until he was
asleep and settled
before she would slip in and sleep.
When she heard his soft breathing, she got up and got
things settled
for the
evening. Turning off the lamps, she slipped from her
outer clothes and
slipped in next to him.
She curled up in a ball and closed her eyes. A soft
warm bundle of fur
whined and she reached out and pulled her in and
snuggled close with
her.
She closed her eyes again and slipped quickly into
sleep.
Dante smiled in the darkness as he felt her join him,
and then bring
the pup
to bed with her.
He rolled over and snuggled up to the two of them,
draping his arm over
Weya, and closed his eyes and joined them in sleep.
Summary.
Weya sits with Dante waiting for him to wake up. When
he dose he notices that she has been hit, he tires to
go settle the score when Weya stops him and they go
back to his apartment. There he gives her the last
puppy. And they all go to sleep.
Akety heads over to the dinning hall and gets the
started for makeing it the new homes for the
searchlings.
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Dante, Akety
Carys
Weya
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 08:28:32 -0800 (PST)
From: "Jacqueline A. Allgood" <morgan_the_dragonwench@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Girl Talk
Day 15
Early Evening
Merissa's Apartment
--
<<snip from "There's a Time for Talking." by Arlene Jacobs>>
Xanthia turned from the pot she'd been stirring and looked at Merissa
in
surprise, "A little dressed up for stew?"
Merissa sighed, "Sorry, Xanthia, I should have told you. I'm not eating
at home tonight. I've been invited to have dinner with Prince Reolden
and Ari... and I'm not sure who else. Do I look all right?"
Xanthia smiled, and nodded, "You look beautiful."
"Would you mind telling Th'rin? He's been acting so strangely lately."
Xanthia looked away, "Um..."
Seeing her hesitation, Merissa asked, "Is there something wrong? I know
I've been distracted by the prince's arrival, but if you need to
talk....?"
<<end snip>>
Where to start? Xanthia wondered, her mind going back to that night
with Th'rin, how he shook her and yelled at her, and how he confessed
that she was nothing to him, it was all Merissa and always was. There
was so much to say. Or should she just brush it off and not open that
can of worms?
Xanthia chewed her lip and stared into the pot as she stirred it
vigorously, as she considered her options for what seemed like an
eternity. She couldn't look at her, to look into Merissa's eyes would
bring that hurt back full force instead of just gnawing at her
uncomfortably as it did now.
"It's... nothing." Xanthia finally sighed, trying to push the hurt
back, refusing to relive that pain. "And you're busy, you have an
im****tant dinner."
Despite her best effort, the lump in Xanthia throat strangled the last
word, letting a sob escape. She turned down the flame under the pot and
just stood there, lip trembling, hoping Merissa hadn't noticed.
"Xanthia..." Merissa frowned in concern. She moved to face Xanthia and
placed her hands on Xanthia's upper arms to turn her toward her gently.
Xanthia jerked back and flailed, "Don't do that!" she scolded, rubbing
her upper arms as if to sooth them. Instantly she realized she
overreacted. This was Merissa, not Th'rin. Tears began to flow of their
own accord.
"Xanthia," this isn't like you," Merissa said. No, indeed the young
healer hadn't had a meltdown like this in ages, not since before her
stay in Tinobal. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"
"Sorry," Xanthia apologized. "I thought... Th'rin, he..." Xanthia
babbled, her thoughts and emotions cra****ng together in confusion.
Merissa looked at Xanthia and reached out carefully to smooth her hair
off her face, moving slowly so as not to scare her. "Did Th'rin hurt
you?"
"He... grabbed my arms," like this, Xanthia put her hands on Merissa's
upper arms and squeezed slightly, duplicating the expression on
Th'rin's face as she did so. "But harder," he added releasing Merissa's
arms< "It hurt. I couldn't move. He was... different. Not himself.
Scared me."
No, Xanthia thought, scared didn't quite cover the way that moment made
her blood run cold.
"You can't tell Dru'Kar about that. He'd..."
"Yes, I understand," Merissa agreed. "When was this?"
Xanthia nodded, "It was... About a week ago? Time's fuzzy. But it was
the day after I.."
Merissa nodded, remembering how time blurred and days ran together just
after she lost her own child. "Tell me about it."
Xanthia turned her teary gaze to Merissa. "You're going to be late."
"That's not im****tant now, they can wait." Merissa said, turning off
the burner on the stove and guiding Xanthia over to one of the kitchen
chairs. She sat down in the chair next to Xanthia's and took the petite
healer's small hands into her own.
"But at least now I know."
"Know what, Xan?"
"Th'rin loves you."
"Well, that's reassuring."
"Not me, never me," Xanthia continued. "I am not his mate, never was.
You are, and only you. You are the love of his life. I'm his best
friend, mother to his child, but nothing more."
"He told you this?!?" Merissa asked, astounded.
"Quite plainly." Xanthia confirmed.
"But surely these were just words in the heat of anger."
"No, no... this was after he calmed down. I asked, because I needed to
know where I stood, and he told me." Xanthia chuckled hollowly, "He
thought I knew."
<<TAG Arlene!>>
***
SUMMARY: Day 15, early evening: Merissa's mention of Th'rin makes
Xanthia twinge, in trying to talk to her Merissa inadvertantly scares
Xanthia. She takes some time before leaving for her dinner party to
talk with Xanthia and find out what's going on. Xanthia then tells her
of the night after she lost the baby, how Th'rin grabbed and scared her
and then how he confessed his lack of love for her.
NPPG: Sorry it's been so long. I've had email difficulties and they
aren't quite cleared up yet but at least I have access to web mail.
Please remove elfwench@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
from your address books. Arlene, I
hope this works for you. I didn't want to put too much in for Merissa,
though I had the feeling that her mind was reeling.
Respectfully submitted by:
Morgan Allgood
The heart and soul of Xanthia and Maxima, Alina, Oberon, et al
ICQ 289-792-949
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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 08:41:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Morgan Allgood <morgan_the_dragonwench@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Girl Talk
Day 15
Early Evening
Merissa's Apartment
--
<<snip from "There's a Time for Talking." by Arlene Jacobs>>
Xanthia turned from the pot she'd been stirring and looked at Merissa
in
surprise, "A little dressed up for stew?"
Merissa sighed, "Sorry, Xanthia, I should have told you. I'm not eating
at home tonight. I've been invited to have dinner with Prince Reolden
and Ari... and I'm not sure who else. Do I look all right?"
Xanthia smiled, and nodded, "You look beautiful."
"Would you mind telling Th'rin? He's been acting so strangely lately."
Xanthia looked away, "Um..."
Seeing her hesitation, Merissa asked, "Is there something wrong? I know
I've been distracted by the prince's arrival, but if you need to
talk....?"
<<end snip>>
Where to start? Xanthia wondered, her mind going back to that night
with Th'rin, how he shook her and yelled at her, and how he confessed
that she was nothing to him, it was all Merissa and always was. There
was so much to say. Or should she just brush it off and not open that
can of worms?
Xanthia chewed her lip and stared into the pot as she stirred it
vigorously, as she considered her options for what seemed like an
eternity. She couldn't look at her, to look into Merissa's eyes would
bring that hurt back full force instead of just gnawing at her
uncomfortably as it did now.
"It's... nothing." Xanthia finally sighed, trying to push the hurt
back, refusing to relive that pain. "And you're busy, you have an
im****tant dinner."
Despite her best effort, the lump in Xanthia throat strangled the last
word, letting a sob escape. She turned down the flame under the pot and
just stood there, lip trembling, hoping Merissa hadn't noticed.
"Xanthia..." Merissa frowned in concern. She moved to face Xanthia and
placed her hands on Xanthia's upper arms to turn her toward her gently.
Xanthia jerked back and flailed, "Don't do that!" she scolded, rubbing
her upper arms as if to sooth them. Instantly she realized she
overreacted. This was Merissa, not Th'rin. Tears began to flow of their
own accord.
"Xanthia," this isn't like you," Merissa said. No, indeed the young
healer hadn't had a meltdown like this in ages, not since before her
stay in Tinobal. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"
"Sorry," Xanthia apologized. "I thought... Th'rin, he..." Xanthia
babbled, her thoughts and emotions cra****ng together in confusion.
Merissa looked at Xanthia and reached out carefully to smooth her hair
off her face, moving slowly so as not to scare her. "Did Th'rin hurt
you?"
"He... grabbed my arms," like this, Xanthia put her hands on Merissa's
upper arms and squeezed slightly, duplicating the expression on
Th'rin's face as she did so. "But harder," he added releasing Merissa's
arms< "It hurt. I couldn't move. He was... different. Not himself.
Scared me."
No, Xanthia thought, scared didn't quite cover the way that moment made
her blood run cold.
"You can't tell Dru'Kar about that. He'd..."
"Yes, I understand," Merissa agreed. "When was this?"
Xanthia nodded, "It was... About a week ago? Time's fuzzy. But it was
the day after I.."
Merissa nodded, remembering how time blurred and days ran together just
after she lost her own child. "Tell me about it."
Xanthia turned her teary gaze to Merissa. "You're going to be late."
"That's not im****tant now, they can wait." Merissa said, turning off
the burner on the stove and guiding Xanthia over to one of the kitchen
chairs. She sat down in the chair next to Xanthia's and took the petite
healer's small hands into her own.
"But at least now I know."
"Know what, Xan?"
"Th'rin loves you."
"Well, that's reassuring."
"Not me, never me," Xanthia continued. "I am not his mate, never was.
You are, and only you. You are the love of his life. I'm his best
friend, mother to his child, but nothing more."
"He told you this?!?" Merissa asked, astounded.
"Quite plainly." Xanthia confirmed.
"But surely these were just words in the heat of anger."
"No, no... this was after he calmed down. I asked, because I needed to
know where I stood, and he told me." Xanthia chuckled hollowly, "He
thought I knew."
<<TAG Arlene!>>
***
SUMMARY: Day 15, early evening: Merissa's mention of Th'rin makes
Xanthia twinge, in trying to talk to her Merissa inadvertantly scares
Xanthia. She takes some time before leaving for her dinner party to
talk with Xanthia and find out what's going on. Xanthia then tells her
of the night after she lost the baby, how Th'rin grabbed and scared her
and then how he confessed his lack of love for her.
NPPG: Sorry it's been so long. I've had email difficulties and they
aren't quite cleared up yet but at least I have access to web mail.
Please remove elfwench@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
from your address books. Arlene, I
hope this works for you. I didn't want to put too much in for Merissa,
though I had the feeling that her mind was reeling.
Respectfully submitted by:
Morgan Allgood
The heart and soul of Xanthia and Maxima, Alina, Oberon, et al
ICQ 289-792-949
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I care deeply.
I desire deeply.
I will always tell the truth.
That is who I am.
I expect nothing less of you. (Author Unknown)
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