Where to
start, where
to
start ....
This would
work
perfectly ....
"Big sister Gracia, could you retrieve my cloak from the library? I forgot I left it in there." Amelia gave her older sister a pleading look as she held the threads of the loom still. Nahga gave Amelia a fond smile, relaxing the cackling demeanor she kept on around most people ... in fact, it had been so long since she'd had a true chance to relax, she'd nearly forgotten how to. "All right, Little sister Amelia ... if you tell me who the weaving's for?"
Amelia blushed bright red. "B-but I want it to ... be a surprise."
Nahga gave the intricate weaving a thoughtful look, judging the mix of scarlet, hunter green, and black in the fabric. "Making a cloak?"
Amelia nodded mutely, her face blushing a brighter red. Noting her sister's embarressment, Nahga clapped her hands, and gave the younger Seyruun a cheerful wink. "Well, whoever gets it had best be worthy of a gift made by the hands of the younger sister of the uncomparable sorceress Nahga the White Serpent! Where exactly did you leave your cloak, anyways?"
"In one of the back rooms, Big sister Gracia ... over by the main fireplace, I think."
Lina looked gloomily at Zel over the rims of her reading glasses. She didn't need them if she was just reading something briefly, but for long stretches, she prefered to wear them over the headaches she got. Unconsciously, she began to write in the pad she had brought for notes.
What's wrong with me?
I see your face
And my world falls apart
My heart pounds so fast, you see
Everything seems out of place
Why can't I say what's in my heart?
I let things fall as they may be
Of my emotions I leave no trace
I ... I'm afraid to start
Zel groaned internally. She was watching him again. Wearing those glasses and she was watching him again. And she was utterly unaware of how cute they made her look. He fought against blushing, feeling his heart pound fast, averting his eyes back to the book he had in his lap. And nearly groaned out loud. Three times in the last half-hour he'd tried getting a new book to read, and he kept picking up this one. With a resigned mental sigh, he flipped back to the beginning and tried to read it without blushing too much.
phew
....
Who knew?
His
grandson might
find
the book's information
useful
....
....
....
Pity ...
Died so early
... never got to
try that position ....
....
better stop
reading
over Zel's
shoulder.
Plus,
there was more
yet
to be
done ....
Nahga growled softly, stalking about the library. She'd already checked the area where Zel and Lina were, and where Amelia'd said she'd left her cloak ... to absolutely no luck. She turned a corner around some of the shelves, just in time to see the flick of someone's red cloak disappear down the isles.
"Wait!" Nahga called out, rushing after the cloak ... just in time to see them disappear down another corridor. She hurried after them ... again just in time to see them disappear down another corridor of books. This happened over and over again, leading Nahga further and further into the library, into corridors longer and longer in disuse, the dust gradually getting thicker and thicker, to the point where she unconsciously held her cloak over her mouth to filter out the dust her steps sent into the air. She turned a final corner, and came nearly face to face with a spectacularly tall man. A tall man standing next to a table that had ... Amelia's cloak! Nahga practically pounced upon the garment, then turned to say thanks to him ... but he was gone, as if he'd never been there.
"Hmmm?" Nahga blinked a few times, then looked around, finally noticing the rampant dust and the smell of old parchment prevailent in this part of the library. A chill begin to creep up her spine, and Nahga looked down at the dusty floor. There was only one set of footprints leading in and out of here. Hers.