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Chapter Thirteen - Part 1
The party continued west. The elven forest seemed to go on forever. The party stopped at towns to trade excess meat for fruits, vegetables, and what silver coins could be bartered from the buyer. Oggelly started disappearing to late night sessions at local establishments where he sought to perform and earn a few more coins. Feladin would sometimes leave with the minstrel, but Sylvia normally was satisfied staying with the camp working alone on her magic or with Larruth on her Elvish and social skills.
She did spend time alone with him being a little intimate. Talking with Larruth was not hard. He liked to speak on certain topics, and as long as those subjects were available he was willing to speak on others. The prince often spoke of his dissatisfaction with other ladies being that they would not consider certain topics worth their time, so he in turn did not consider those ladies worth his time. He was more than willing to talk on any topic Sylvia desired, because he knew she would also speak to him on his topics.
Interesting data is revealed concerning how relationships are evolving.
Chapter Thirteen - Part 1
The party continued west. The elven forest seemed to go on forever. The party stopped at towns to trade excess meat for fruits, vegetables, and what silver coins could be bartered from the buyer. Oggelly started disappearing to late night sessions at local establishments where he sought to perform and earn a few more coins. Feladin would sometimes leave with the minstrel, but Sylvia normally was satisfied staying with the camp working alone on her magic or with Larruth on her Elvish and social skills.
She did spend time alone with him being a little intimate. Talking with Larruth was not hard. He liked to speak on certain topics, and as long as those subjects were available he was willing to speak on others. The prince often spoke of his dissatisfaction with other ladies being that they would not consider certain topics worth their time, so he in turn did not consider those ladies worth his time. He was more than willing to talk on any topic Sylvia desired, because he knew she would also speak to him on his topics.
Kissing Larruth was difficult, but she found the experience satisfying. Sylvia was not sure why, but felt that it was a desire for affection. It had been so completely lacking in the last years of her marriage. Being with someone who wanted to just declare his appreciation for her presence filled something within her, and she felt a willingness to return such statements to him. No actions were taken too far. Larruth seriously desired to declare himself worthy of being in the presence of a woman. He often stated that he was going to rise above the reputation of other men of distinction in his home realm. Sylvia appreciated the cessation of activity because she also felt slightly uncomfortable as things developed. In a way her hesitation about too much intimacy had her feeling like a lady, but privately there was still a voice inside her screaming that she was not.
The prince cheerfully dropped off Sylvia at her tent. The two had been kissing. While the return of the two other men had caused them to stop the activity, Larruth’s face showed that he had fully enjoyed the time with the lady. Sylvia’s countenance was not as radiant, but her smile was not forced. After a final kiss, Larruth wished the lady a good night then departed to his own tent.
Sylvia continued to smile as she went to lace up the flap that made her door. Her work was stopped as a hand grabbed the edge of the hide. The soft voice that spoke was recognized, but she was disturbed about the timing. Mially had one of the enchanted torches under a piece of silk, so the light inside the tent was subdued to a soft blue radiance. The large elven eyes had no problem recognizing Feladin as he entered carrying three mugs, although Sylvia’s smile was not present as she waited for him to explain himself.
The priest gave a mug to each of the ladies as he said to Sylvia, "I am not crazy. There is a double purpose here."
"When a man I trust brings me beer, I ask few questions."
Sylvia's tent was rather large. The first consideration in choosing this tent was that it needed to house two ladies. The second was that the dresses of a lady needed room. Larruth's father also wanted Sylvia to have a few items of luxury. When he finished showing his support for the lady, the wagon chosen for the group had to be replaced with a larger one.
Feladin was directed to a chair as Sylvia sat on a stool. Mially was comfortable sitting on her cot. The priest listened to make certain that there was no movement beyond the tent before he spoke.
"I assume you and Larruth were enjoying a smooch fests."
"Yes, we were." Thank you for being nosey. "The elven vocal chords and clean face make it a lot easier than I expected."
He looked up from his beer, and quickly gulped what was in his throat. "Thank you, Sylvia. I suspected that I would have to get a little more crude before you slipped in a reference. Now," he turned to Mially, "you understood what she said?"
The maid looked slightly frightened as she stared at each of the others. Neither Sylvia nor Feladin said anything as they looked back. Mially finally nodded. Feladin of course instantly responded by asking her how.
"My mother hired a retired soldier to take us around the forest. As I visited the various castles, I saw a number of witches. I was not an invited guest as I am now, so my table for meals was not so esteemed. I heard a lot of gossip. I hear it now, but in the company of other prime servants what is told is more verifiable. Anyway, I was in Castle Eilarzarnitian when there was commotion concerning some missing orange shirts. I heard more concerning the orange shirts when we were in Castle Iylytton. There was enough gossiped that I am able to make sense of the references that have been made."
It was slightly off the topic, but Sylvia had to ask, "No one employed you?"
Mially was slightly offended. "Mother and I were considering a number of offers. I simply felt that in your service I would have more respect. While I am given plenty of time to work on dresses, the duties to you, my lady, are pleasant breaks in the activity. I would not have those in any of the other appointments, nor would my place be as the head servant." She mumbled the final phrase, "None even placed me as an experienced seamstress."
Feladin got the conversation back on the topic. "So, Mially, you know who your lady is."
The maid nodded. "She is one of the missing orange shirts."
"Right, and originally a man. Oggelly and I are the other two. When we seem to take the plight of orange shirts personally, it is because we are taking it personally. Our gift is that we were not enthralled by the reception for us, so snuck into a lounge and made us a pot of coffee. The building was set on fire, so we had to take the same exit that everyone else took. No one else was around however, so we took some time to examine the devices. We figured out how to release the system so it would allow more options than human. We however only expected a costume shop to dress us up in outfits. If we knew what was about to happen to us, I believe that all three of us would have chosen different."
"You are not mad that I know?"
Sylvia answered, "No, you basically hinted at knowing the night after Iylytton. I believe that Feladin suspected and decided to just make it official. It makes you really important to us, Mially, because we know that messages can be passed through you without losing any significance."
Feladin took over. "I did suspect, but tonight for some reason Jerusalem clued me in that I was correct. I have been bothering her about my treatment of Sylvia. While she is a lady, I cannot respond to her as one because she is a friend from a time past and because she was jewel formed to solve a problem. However, my friend is now a lady and is doing a wonderful job of adjusting which only makes me want to treat her as such. I thus respond inappropriately at times.”
“I have not bitched at you, Feladin.”
“But you were correct, Sylvia, so your words were taken to heart. Anyway, I believe Jerusalem wanted me to know that certain decisions that had been made were good ones. Not just those that were made in a certain room a world away, but those that we have made here. The hiring of Mially was not improper, but has definitely been a benefit. Her presence also helps our confidence. If those close to us know and remain faithful, our cause might actually be proper."
The maid nodded. "There is only official support for the witches. If you can find a way to remove them, there will be others who will aid you."
"But, as you said, there is official support for the witches. That means we will be rocking the boat."
Sylvia interjected, "Eric has already died for our cause."
Mially thought she understood where the conversation was going. "That is why you are scared of telling Prince Larruth?"
Sylvia responded, "No. He has not said anything about being in favor of witches. I am scared of telling him because of who I really am. I am having a tough enough time at this, and I have had a few months to adjust. He is a good kid. I would like to keep him."
"He only sees your beauty."
"I want him to keep seeing that. I understand my situation, and am willing to remain Sylvia. My old personality was not so successful, nor respected."
"I will ever support you."
Feladin drained his mug, then said, "That is all I came to hear. Sylvia, don't let your Prince Charming go too far, but keep up the smooch fests. If you need more practice, let me know."
The yellow haired elf lady could not help but comment, "I don't know how you stay married. Larruth is a lot better kisser than you."
"Then it must not have been my kissing that impressed my wife." He was moving to the tent flap. "I believe that I told you that my present body has better qualifications for a happy marriage."
Sylvia rushed to the tent flap as the priest quickly left the tent. The lady tied the cords securing the flap while giggling with Mially. Moving to the maid, Sylvia felt that she needed to put her own spin to what had been said.
"Mially, I am serious. It does not matter who I was. Sylvia is who I am. I am not against becoming a proper wife for Larruth. There are some things that I want to see accomplished, but I understand that it will be a young elf lady who receives all the credit."
"I was also serious, my lady. I will support you however I can."
An interesting encounter that tests how comfortable Sylvia really is with her identity occurs in the next installment.
Posted by TerishD on Sunday, May 15, 2005 (06:12:51) (729 reads)
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