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 Originally Posted by Moonitic A few moments later, Moon seemed to emerge on her own from her melancholy. "I wonder," she mused aloud, "if any other bride has cried as much as I have on her wedding day." Then, she added, "Or ranted...or raved...or behaved entirely too much like a little girl, & not like a princess...or a queen."
"I am sure there have been plenty."
Moon laughed, in spite of herself. "So here we are, doomed to trouble." She looked up at him, able to stand alone for the first time. She had known him long enough to even begin to register an inkling of some of his feelings. He wasn't always stone, though he seemed to try awfully hard to convince others. And in that knowledge, she asked her question, "Can we please return to the reception? And will you dance with me? For one brief moment, can we be as bride & best man...not whatever we really are." "Of course," Nækos responed quietly, beginning to walk back with Moon the way they'd come. "But only if you give somebody else a dance."
"And you're thinking of...?"
As she asked this, they rounded a bunch of shrubbery, to where Tæbryn had remained back at his instructions. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"That's it?" Tæbryn asked, a little disappointed at the outcome, as she popped up from her stance. She shrugged. "I was kind of hoping there would be more blood after what he tried to do."
Moon raised an eyebrow at the girl who stood straight in one of her old dresses, talking of blood. "You remind me of someone," said the woman. "I just can't put my finger on who."
"You," muttered Nækos from between them. They both looked at him, then one another. "A bit less of a brat, but similar in attitude." Nækos regarded Moon's slightly puckered face & added, "You know you can be. It's not entirely your fault. You are royalty."
"Oh, thanks. That makes it all so much better."
"I have an attitude?" Tæbryn added.
Both ladies looked at him now, the same expression on their faces. Nækos, who could handle anything, was suddenly outnumbered. He cleared his throat & stated, "I had better get you both back inside. It is not safe out here." Especially for him.
Inside, at the reception, Meekal & Ken-Dall danced. Though they both had no animosity toward each other, their past history together left them feeling rather awkward. "I am sorry that I tried to kill you," Ken-Dall admitted.
Meekal shrugged. "I'm sorry your sister tried to kill you."
"It comes with the territory. Sibling rivalry & all..." Ken-Dall attempted to smile, but noted the sad expression on his face. "What is it, Meekal?"
"I miss my brother sometimes. Especially for things like this." When Ken-Dall nodded, he continued. "He was supposed to be king, not me...& he was supposed to marry Buffy."
"No, Meekal. Everything worked out the way it was meant to. I know you'd love to see him again, but you can do this. You are exactly where you were meant to be," Ken-Dall said, "and who you were meant to be with." Ken-Dall smiled as she noticed her sister walking into the hall with Nækos & Tæbryn. "And trust me, if you weren't meant to be married, she would not have married you. But there she is. Your wife."
Meekal looked up as well, & Ken-Dall could see the light as his gaze rested on her sister. "Go on, Meekal. I feel very thirsty all of a sudden." Ken-Dall released Meekal & backed away.
The eager groom hurried to his bride's side. "Moon..." he saw the red around her eyes, & the tense looks on their faces. "What happened?" Moon shook her head, not wanting to upset him.
Instead, Nækos spoke. "The first lesson you must learn to be married to this one is to never let her out of your sight," he stated, iliciting a glare from Moon. "I will let her tell you later."
"All right," Meekal returned, unsure of whether he wanted to know or not. Perhaps she & Nækos got into another fight. Not unusual, considering their history. "In that case..." He looked at Tæbryn, who stood there, looking slightly uncomfortable & very left out. "...would you like to dance with your king?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"It would be my honor, m'lord." Tæbryn gathered the sides of her skirt & made a curtsey, then reached up to take Meekal's outstretched hand. "Thank you, Meekal," she whispered as she moved into his arms.
"I know what it feels like to be alone," he said simply. "But you don't ever have to be alone again." At that, he whirled her away from Moon & Nækos. Though neither danced particularly well, they were soon laughing their way across the floor.
"She is a sweet girl," Moon said, her eyes on them. "Despite our 'attitude'."
"Don't start that again," Nækos stated, arms crossed. He watched his new charge & Moon's new husband for a moment, then added, "I suppose we should get out there & get this over with."
"It won't kill you," she said.
"It just might."
Togther, & without touching until the last possible moment, they walked out onto the floor. They held each other gingerly & despite the looks they received, particularly from Zelda, who had followed them in, & Rosaline, who still danced with Talmour, they began to dance. "I wanted to thank you, Nækos, for all these years of putting up with me...but there is one question that I have always wanted an answer to."
"And that is?"
"Why did you take me in?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"The first answer is the simplest," he responded. "The king asked me too, and I was working for him. The second, and currently relevant answer, however, is that I care about you." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Really?" She gave him an incredilous look. "You certainly have a funny way of showing it." But the answer didn't stop her. Sure, she knew the king cared for her greatly. They had known each other for a long time, since they were children. But Nækos? No. So, she continued. "Why? I've always been such a brat toward you, as you have been so kind as to point out on numerous occasions. Why care?" She paused, then asked in a low voice, "Would your answer have been different if I had not been with child?" All she needed was Brother Emmanuel to hear. But she was curious. Always had been. And even if that curiosity would eventually be her downfall, she always would be. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Because you could not care for yourself."
She seemed to recoil from this comment. "You taught me to fight!"
He nodded. "I taught you, and you did learn much. But still not nearly enough. As far back as I can remember, I took it as my lot in life to care for those who could not care for themselves. On top of that, though, I care for you. Frustrating as you may be most of the time, you are still a good person. Now tell me," he lowered his voice, "what answer would you expect of me if you were not with child?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Senyik reached out and took her hands, pressing them together to keep her from wringing them. "Would it mean anything if I promised you the same - to love you and you alone?"
Miri's eyes searched his face, trying to analyze her feelings. She freed one of her hands to rub her forehead. "Yes, it would mean so much to hear that from you...we have only just met, but I know you are not the type of man that warrior was. I am in love with you, and I believe that you are, with me." She lifted her eyes to his. "But please understand my hesitation. Only time can truly prove to me that I can trust you with my soul." Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should get used to the idea.
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"In that case," he took her hand back again, holding it in his, "I love you, and promise to love you, and you alone. I only hope we have time enough for you to learn to trust me." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Quite a different one," Moon said. "I don't want to be treated differently because of this child...or his father." Just when she thought they were talking, she felt the tension rise again between them. "Please, that is over now." She bowed her head for a moment, then raised it again. "And what do you mean, I couldn't care for myself?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"In that case," he took her hand back again, holding it in his, "I love you, and promise to love you, and you alone. I only hope we have time enough for you to learn to trust me."
She smiled. "I love you, too." She leaned forward, tugging on his hands to bring him closer. Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should get used to the idea.
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Originally Posted by Moonitic "Quite a different one," Moon said. "I don't want to be treated differently because of this child...or his father." Just when she thought they were talking, she felt the tension rise again between them. "Please, that is over now." She bowed her head for a moment, then raised it again. "And what do you mean, I couldn't care for myself?" "I haven't the slightest idea what other response you would expect; what I just told you, holds true regardless of your state, or whose child you carry. I told you, I know you are at heart good." Nækos' eyes had narrowed a bit with the response. "I have told you you are forgiven, and I know it is over. Now, as for your last question. How many times have you been kidnapped, again?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Originally Posted by Miri Belakai She smiled. "I love you, too." She leaned forward, tugging on his hands to bring him closer. Leaning forward from the chair he was in, Senyik kissed her again, then stood, pulling her up with him. "Now, my love. Everybody else is dancing right now, even the Swordsman. Shall we?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"After tonight, I lost count," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean I couldn't take care of myself before." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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The Swordsman just laughed quietly. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"What's so funny?" she asked, glaring him in the eye. "If I had been trained better, maybe I could have fought my way out...hmm?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"If you had bothered practicing your lessons," he smiled back at the glare, "I could have trained you better. And if you had any idea what taking care of yourself was, you wouldn't do things like go everywhere unarmed, alone, and so forth." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Why should I have to if Sir 'I'll Take Care of You' was doing his job?" She raised her chin at him & smiled.
"They're at it again," Meekal whispered to Tæbryn.
"Will they ever stop?" she asked.
"Not likely." Meekal smiled. In a way, it kind of made him feel...comfortable. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"I could do my job better," he responded, "if certain scribes didn't have such a penchant for putting themselves in harm's way, resisting my aid, and generally being a brat." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Don't Drink and Make New Friends If it were possible to walk with a slur then Wooden Bob had perfected it. He slurred his way over to Lord Tellurine, who was watching the dancing with the enthusiasm of a man paying his taxes during a root canal listening to Bartholomew Plunk, the failed Strahfurt minstrel start into his 50th verse of his Ode to Dusk. He splashed some of his drink onto the grousing lord as he came to stop against him. He garbled, “Ain’t they a cute couple?” He was referring to King Meekal and Queen Moon, but was looking at a pair of large potted plants.
“No,” Tellurine stated plainly. “It’s quite sickening to watch actually.”
“Don’t care for weddings?” Bob asked, slurring the word “weddings” into something that closely resembled, “feddbings.”
“Not when it comes to these two. At one time I wanted to force them to marry, and now I’m the one who’s forced to watch their happiness.”
“It sounds like,” Wooden Bob said pointing at him, but missing completely, “that you can use a drink.”
Tellurine viewed the drunken fur trapper for a moment. He asked, “And how many have you had?”
“Enough to have no idea where I am, what’s going on, and who in Craig it is I’m talking with.”
“A few drinks may be just what I need then.”
Lord Tellurine put his arm around Wooden Bob and he helped him to find the bar again. Wooden Bob really didn’t need the help.
Just outside the castle the Company of Royal Union Dramatists gathered after their less than stellar reception at the reception. A still-bleeding Holden M. Christian spoke to his company. “Tonight,” he told the gathered thespians, “I was humiliated by a man dressed in black while I was trying to have a polite conversation with an old friend. I know we were planning on heading to the next town tomorrow, but instead we are staying.” His one uncovered eye drew into a determined slit. “We’re going to give Arconia the best drama they’ve ever seen.”
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"I've only put myself in harm's way once or twice. Every other time, it seemed to find me...& you'd better bet I'd be a brat when all you've done since I got here is speak ill of me, not including now...& since when have I resisted your aid? Half the time you were gone when I needed help!" Moon shot back. At least this time she didn't want to kill him. Just maime him...a little.
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