Disclaimer! Valdemar and all inside it belongs to Mercedes Lackey! Except
for Cherrybrook, Tess, and Leila! (Lee) They're MINE! No takeys! If
this were my idea, then I'd put it in a book, not on this site.shutting up.
This is my first Misty fic that's not a poem, so be nice! Please! ~-~-~
indicates a vision, beginning and end. [brackets] indicate Lee's thoughts.
:colons: are Mindspeech.
Aaaaand, I am giving this story a desperately-needed rewrite. Bear with me.
Warning: some shaychness. Nothing graphic as yet. If it bothers you, don't read. (no, it's not Lee!)
Muse(s) responsible: Scheherezade and Chaesa
Hindsight is Ever-Perfect
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Leila ran down the main street of Cherrybrook, a ribbon in her hand. The cherry trees which gave her middling-sized village southwest of Haven were fully in bloom, giving the impression that the street was filled with giant, pink, sugar-spun fireweed tufts. She saw a pretty bunch of flowers beside the brook which ran through the street, irrigating the cherry trees. Lee quickly bent down and plucked a few, tying them with the ribbon for her mother's birthday. She ran back up the street to her house, which she shared with her mother, father, one younger sister, and twin older brothers. Lee walked through the kitchen door and presented the flowers to her mother. Her mother beamed. "Thank you, Lee! They're beautiful! Now, get some water so they stay fresh."
13-year-old Lee grinned at her mother and grabbed the bucket. She went to the front of the house and kicked the pump to get it going. The silversmith walked by and smiled at her. "Heyla, Lence!" called Lee. "And Heyla right back, Lee!" called Lence.
Suddenly, Lee was hit with a vision. This had happened a few times before, and her body continued functioning, chatting with Lence and filling the bucket while Lee was watching her vision.
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Lee watched as Lence waved at a man on the other side of the tavern, looking at him appraisingly. It was no secret that Lence was shaych, but who said that the traveling minstrel was as well?
Apparently, both knew that the other was shaych. Lee watched as the minstrel stretched and called for someone who would lend him a bit of floor space. Lence volunteered. The minstrel followed him, and Lee knew what they were going to do. She tried to halt the vision, but it kept going. Lence nodded to Lee-a past Lee in the street-exactly where she had been the night before.
Lence and the minstrel went into his house. Lee struggled against the bonds holding the vision, but nothing worked. She was forced to watch as Lence and the minstrel began their tryst. She shut her mental eyes and wrenched one more time-
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The vision broke. Lee was back in her body. [I did NOT need to see that. I so did not need to see that. He's shaych already! I don't NEED visions to tell that!] Lee thought. Lence had left while Lee had been inside her vision. She turned to go inside-and stopped. There was a beautiful sunset, with the clouds painted all colors, the cherry trees in full bloom, and a white horse drinking from the pond. Lee blinked. No horse in Cherrybrook was that blinding white. As she wondered about it, the "horse" lifted its head-and looked directly at her.
Lee couldn't see it from that distance, but she knew suddenly that the horse-no, Companion's eyes were blue. The Companion took a step, confirming her suspicions as the hoof chimed gently.
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Mwahaha! Did any of you see that coming? I know you all know what will happen next, but I'm going to torture you until I actually get through my Math homework! And get some reviews. The more reviews, the faster I post!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses
Aaaaand, I am giving this story a desperately-needed rewrite. Bear with me.
Warning: some shaychness. Nothing graphic as yet. If it bothers you, don't read. (no, it's not Lee!)
Muse(s) responsible: Scheherezade and Chaesa
Hindsight is Ever-Perfect
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Leila ran down the main street of Cherrybrook, a ribbon in her hand. The cherry trees which gave her middling-sized village southwest of Haven were fully in bloom, giving the impression that the street was filled with giant, pink, sugar-spun fireweed tufts. She saw a pretty bunch of flowers beside the brook which ran through the street, irrigating the cherry trees. Lee quickly bent down and plucked a few, tying them with the ribbon for her mother's birthday. She ran back up the street to her house, which she shared with her mother, father, one younger sister, and twin older brothers. Lee walked through the kitchen door and presented the flowers to her mother. Her mother beamed. "Thank you, Lee! They're beautiful! Now, get some water so they stay fresh."
13-year-old Lee grinned at her mother and grabbed the bucket. She went to the front of the house and kicked the pump to get it going. The silversmith walked by and smiled at her. "Heyla, Lence!" called Lee. "And Heyla right back, Lee!" called Lence.
Suddenly, Lee was hit with a vision. This had happened a few times before, and her body continued functioning, chatting with Lence and filling the bucket while Lee was watching her vision.
~-~-~
Lee watched as Lence waved at a man on the other side of the tavern, looking at him appraisingly. It was no secret that Lence was shaych, but who said that the traveling minstrel was as well?
Apparently, both knew that the other was shaych. Lee watched as the minstrel stretched and called for someone who would lend him a bit of floor space. Lence volunteered. The minstrel followed him, and Lee knew what they were going to do. She tried to halt the vision, but it kept going. Lence nodded to Lee-a past Lee in the street-exactly where she had been the night before.
Lence and the minstrel went into his house. Lee struggled against the bonds holding the vision, but nothing worked. She was forced to watch as Lence and the minstrel began their tryst. She shut her mental eyes and wrenched one more time-
~-~-~
The vision broke. Lee was back in her body. [I did NOT need to see that. I so did not need to see that. He's shaych already! I don't NEED visions to tell that!] Lee thought. Lence had left while Lee had been inside her vision. She turned to go inside-and stopped. There was a beautiful sunset, with the clouds painted all colors, the cherry trees in full bloom, and a white horse drinking from the pond. Lee blinked. No horse in Cherrybrook was that blinding white. As she wondered about it, the "horse" lifted its head-and looked directly at her.
Lee couldn't see it from that distance, but she knew suddenly that the horse-no, Companion's eyes were blue. The Companion took a step, confirming her suspicions as the hoof chimed gently.
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Mwahaha! Did any of you see that coming? I know you all know what will happen next, but I'm going to torture you until I actually get through my Math homework! And get some reviews. The more reviews, the faster I post!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses