Post by Zenniel on Apr 30, 2008 21:40:41 GMT -5
“Oh bother.”
Chloee forgot what she was supposed to be doing. She had promised him she wouldn’t forget. She had almost believed she wouldn’t forget. But she had forgotten. Now he would be mad, or at least she thought he would be. But who was he? Chloee stopped in the middle of the Weyrbowl, unsure of what to do. Then she looked at what she had in her hands.
A towel?
Why the shards did she have a towel? Yes, Chloee had just forgotten that she had been sent on an errand. Poor forgetful girl. Sigma chirped and flew overhead. Chloee looked up. Did Sigma know where to go? And who were the other three fire-lizards? Did she have three other fire-lizards? If she did, what were their names? What was she doing again?
Sigma chirped again and dove to grab a piece of her hair and pulled. She grudgingly walked forward. Where was he taking her? Finally she understood, he was taking her to give the towel to someone! But who? Finally she arrived at the Candidate Barracks. There was a boy who was seemingly waiting for her.
“Where have you been?” The boy asked.
“I’m sorry, who are you again?” Chloee asked.
The boy sighed, “Noeln. And you’re Chloee.”
“Wait, how do you know my name!?” Chloee cried.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already. Just give me the towel so I can wipe up the mess.” The boy – Noeln – said.
Chloee wondered what the mess was, and who had caused it. But she handed Noeln the towel without complaint. She was usually obedient, and this time was no different. Then something occurred to her.
“And who are you?”
Chloee forgot what she was supposed to be doing. She had promised him she wouldn’t forget. She had almost believed she wouldn’t forget. But she had forgotten. Now he would be mad, or at least she thought he would be. But who was he? Chloee stopped in the middle of the Weyrbowl, unsure of what to do. Then she looked at what she had in her hands.
A towel?
Why the shards did she have a towel? Yes, Chloee had just forgotten that she had been sent on an errand. Poor forgetful girl. Sigma chirped and flew overhead. Chloee looked up. Did Sigma know where to go? And who were the other three fire-lizards? Did she have three other fire-lizards? If she did, what were their names? What was she doing again?
Sigma chirped again and dove to grab a piece of her hair and pulled. She grudgingly walked forward. Where was he taking her? Finally she understood, he was taking her to give the towel to someone! But who? Finally she arrived at the Candidate Barracks. There was a boy who was seemingly waiting for her.
“Where have you been?” The boy asked.
“I’m sorry, who are you again?” Chloee asked.
The boy sighed, “Noeln. And you’re Chloee.”
“Wait, how do you know my name!?” Chloee cried.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already. Just give me the towel so I can wipe up the mess.” The boy – Noeln – said.
Chloee wondered what the mess was, and who had caused it. But she handed Noeln the towel without complaint. She was usually obedient, and this time was no different. Then something occurred to her.
“And who are you?”