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Quoth, Aralias, Aniond and Cadrieldur
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Date Posted: 22:20:01 03/04/03 Tue
Sam ran out of the room in a hurry to find Ryna. Quoth turned and spread his wings to follow, when suddenly he was hit with a force so strong it hit him off his perch to the floor where he lay twitching with the force of a flashback from his past.
Lia laughed, the rich, warm sound echoing round the valley. Still stifling giggles he beamed at the others opposite him. Tall and imposing Aniond wore a rare grin, pleased that his friends were laughing at one of his few jests. Next to him the shorter Cadrieldur was also chuckling, more quietly though it had to be said than Aralias.
"It's good to hear your laugh again," Aniond remarked as Lia wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "I barely seen you crack a smile since the birth of your sister."
Riel looked sharply at Aniond for a second before looking down silently. He was a little sensitive on the subject of Fair and her brother. You think he could at least try to be nice to her, the elf thought angrily, but he would never say this out loud. He kept his opinions to himself.
The laughing stopped and Aniond cursed himself. What a great way to break the good mood. "I'm sorry. I've done it again haven't I?"
Lia smiled but without the humour of before. He reached over to squeeze Aniond's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, I should be less sensitive." He tried to laugh again, to create the same air of well being as before, to forget that Aniond had mentioned Faeirex but it was too late. The grin became fixed. "It doesn't matter. After all it doesn't matter who our father likes better, really."
Riel looked up at that. Of all the...
"I'm sure he doesn't like her better," Aniond tried.
Lia raised his eyebrows: Oh really?
"You just see things from a single point of view," Aniond offered. "I'm sure she feels the opposite way."
"Is this an insight you've gained through all your visions?" Aralias asked mockingly. Aniond wilted.
“No… Lia, I didn’t mean it like that…”
"There is no need to pick at Nio, Lia." Riél intercepted, forseeing an argument, a one sided one anyway. "He's just trying to make up for his slip of the tongue. I didn't think a father could like one of his children better but," seeing Aralias about to interupt, "lets not argue about it now."
"Not on my sister's birthday anyway," Lia grimaced.
"Did you get her anything?" Aniond asked nervously, wary now his friend's temper was already raised.
"Of course." His face relaxed. "It's not just my father who loves her.”
Riél started, eyes wide. Did he just hear that correctly?
Aniond's dark face brightened; his mistake forgotten. "What is it?"
"I trained a horse for her. A mare, as white as her fingers."
Softly: "Perfect."
Quoth slowly opened his eyes and looked about the room. He shuddered, pain still vibrating throughout his body. What was all that about?
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