“Hey,
Dick! You're not listening!”
The
offended speaker grabbed his pillow and flung it across the small
room. The missile hit Dick square in the face and, combined with his
unawareness of being attacked, the sudden torque of the pillow,
though soft, sent him reeling backwards on his bed.
“Blast!
Axel! What was that for?”
Axelsen
Elnefar was prepared for the returning projectile his younger brother
sent his way. Reaching out with one long arm, he snagged the pillow
before it hit his forehead and yanked it aside to give Dick a glare.
“I was talking to you.”
Dicksen
rubbed his poor attacked nose. “I was listening.”
Axel
gave a rough guffaw. “No, you weren't. Your mind was a million
miles away.”
“I
wish I was with it.” The grumble was so slight that Axel almost
missed it.
~*~*~*~*~
Axel
gave the shoulder a jerk that stilled Dick into submission. At twenty
four years of age, he claimed the right to be the stronger of the
two, and although Dick worked hard at upsetting that claim, so far
Axel held it tightly intact.
~*~*~*~*~
“No,
no, no.” Grant shook his head, approaching the dueling pair
rapidly, the heels of his boots stomping madly against the stone
floor. “You've got it all wrong, Dav. If you don't fully own your
sword, then your opponent will own your flesh.”
Davin
stepped back and swung his weapon around in a defeated gesture.
“That's a lovely mental picture.”
“How
in all of Dron did you ever survive any of our skirmishes with
Krunnerus? The battle in the pass? I'm sick just thinking about it,
Dav.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Ye'd
better be careful 'bout drinkin' that much,” Fircanel offered
quietly. He didn't fancy pulling the heavy man, completely drunk and
unconscious, to the door later on that night.
The
man ignored him, setting the glass down with a thump and giving his
mustache an exaggerated wipe with the back of his hand. He swayed
slightly on his stool, the motion, no doubt, induced by the multiple
glasses of beer, but he kept his seat and merely peered at the tavern
owner over the top of the now empty mug. His eye should have been
clouded over by the affects of the drink, yet it still glowed with an
uncanny alertness and anger that unnerved Fircanel. The tavern owner
congratulated himself on facing many unsavory characters in this very
room innumerable times, holding his ground with every encounter and
never backing down, winning every face-off, even during that
unforgettable event when a drunken youth had pulled out a knife and
threatened Fircanel's daughter, Irell, yet there was something about
the sandy bearded drinker that the tavern owner couldn't stand
against, still considering that he was the tavern's best customer.
The
man leaned forward and blew a blast of fetid-smelling breath in
Fircanel's face.
“More.”
~*~*~*~*~
The
dragon's roar echoed through the cold stones of the stronghold,
dancing off the smooth walls of the tunnel leading to the distant
library. The sound had barely reached their ears then Davin and Ahmis
exchanged a quick glance and dropped their books. Davin nearly ran
into his brother and a number of chairs and desks in his haste to
exit the chamber. Both knew that the dragons rarely released a roar
such as that one, and what alarmed Davin more was that he didn't
recognize the roar. The lack of the familiar musical note behind it
and the confused sensations he was receiving from Pennar told him
immediately that the roar hadn't been of the green dragon's making.
“Was
that...?”
But
Ahmis shook his head. “Not Borlo. Quinessa, do you think?”
Davin
shrugged as he ran. “Can't tell.”
~*~*~*~*~
“I
did nothing, Ahmis!” Grant flung his arms wide in his frustration.
“Why do you think it's all my fault?”
“You've
been showing off with that dragon of yours since the day we arrived
at the stronghold! How can that not be encouraging to her? She
copies everything else you do! Why wouldn't she try some stupid
stunts on a dragon of her own?”
“They're
not stupid! And since when did Netsrik become that dragon?
She's just as good as Borlo, probably better!”
Ahmis
brought an accusing finger to level with his brother's chest. “Any
dragon that freely bonds with you as a rider must be...”
“That's
enough!” Davin leaped between his two brothers before Ahmis could
finish the insult, pushing them apart as best as he could with his
hands against their torsos. This was the angriest that Davin had ever
seen his brother, and he knew Grant wasn't far from a retaliation.
Already, he could see the young fighter had balled his fists in
defiance, and Davin feared that he wouldn't limit himself to striking
back only verbally. Grant couldn't have lived at the barracks in East
Delt for years without knowing how to forcefully attack his
opposition.
“The
dragons are all equal, just as we are. No one is higher than anyone
else, not even me. You both heard Olette. She knew it was foolish to
try to mount Azulla like that, but she did it because Lyndee asked
her to. I don't know what she was trying to prove by doing that, but
it's over. No one was hurt, and I'd like very much to forget about
this whole thing.” He looked at both of his brothers in turn. “Can
we leave this in the past peaceably?”
~*~*~*~*~
It
wasn't until she had neatly tripped on an obstacle in her path that
Olette realized that she wasn't the only one not sleeping at that
hour. With a sudden cry, she thrust out her hands to catch herself
and landed sprawled across someone's legs.
“I'm
sorry!” The obstacle hastened to apologize, stand, and assist the
girl to stand as well. The attempt, however, was a failure as neither
could see the other in the dark, resulting in bruised knees and
bumped elbows. Olette finally gave up on her feet and sat with her
back to the outer wall, when at length she found it, pulling her own
legs up to her chin in case the obstacle decided to take a walk of
his own and trip over her.
“Grant,
what are ya doin' up still?”
He
gave a quiet snort. “I could ask the same of you.”
“I
asked first, an' I think ya sorta owe me an answer considerin' ya
almost killed me.”
Olette
fully expected Grant to debate that statement, and she was greatly
surprised when he said nothing. She had almost begun to think he
wouldn't even answer her question at all when he sighed, sat down
opposite her, and gave her one word.
“Pouting.”
Olette
knew her eyebrows went up, but she knew that he would be unable to
see the confusion in her face so she pushed it into her tone as she
threw another question back at him. “Why?”
“I
can't sleep, so it seemed like a good way to pass the time.”
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Dick and Axel?? New characters! They sound interesting!
ReplyDeleteOoooh, the almost fight between Grant and Ahmis!!! Olette!!!!!!! (I think I'll put my comment about her in an email and shoot it to you, so I don't give away spoilers....)
I LOVE THE LAST SNIPPET!!!!!!! I KNEW Olette would be good for Grant!!!!! And Grant is just hilarious- 'It seemed like a good way to pass the time.'
You've no idea how much I want to read this book. The more snippets you post the more I want to get my hands on a copy.
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