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Authors: P. S. Power
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It did bail Timon out however, and he gave her a look that seemed to say that he got the idea, even if the others didn't. He hadn't been suggesting that Sara do anything with him at all. Then, after what that evil witch Countess Alan had done to him, he wouldn't. She didn't know it all, but Timon had called it rape and flat out said he'd been being tortured at the time. It was a bad enough thing that she would have flown to this Countess' home and killed her directly, except she was already dead. Timon had done it.
Before they were to settle in for the meal, a soft, but very familiar voice spoke from behind her. At first she gasped, since Tor was supposed to be in hiding, but when she finished the turn it was just Count Lairdgren. Not that she wasn't pleased to see her grandfather, but he wasn't her brother, was he?
The voice was identical however, and the face was too, if a few years older looking. Tor was twenty but looked fourteen. This man looked about thirty and was about three thousand.
"Never a good thing when that kind of prank or retaliation starts to happen. Could I have a few minutes of your time after the meal Tiera? We have much to discuss, if possible."
She nearly scowled at the man, since she'd really had enough for the day, but he did own the school and was, after all, the Count. She couldn't just tell him to leave her alone and storm off. Not while she wanted to live in that part of the world at least.
Her words were still a little stiff and brittle sounding.
"Certainly. I'll make sure it happens."
Her tone got a covert elbow from Karen, who had to walk around three people to get to her. It wasn't subtle at all, but Count Lairdgren just gave her Tor's lopsided grin.
"Very good. It will only take a few moments, I assure you. After all, you have an early day tomorrow. I hear that you've moved to the fighters section? That's an interesting choice. I fully support you in it, of course. You're sticking with mathematics as well?" It was exactly what Karen had said earlier, so it was clear he'd been eavesdropping, but Sir Kolbrin bowed, a little ironically, and started to explain the whole thing.
"Sir Karen is seeing to the fighting portion of things. Along with Judith Kerry. I don't know if you've had the pleasure? A most promising young lady. She works part time with Timon as a pilot."
That started a conversation about overseas travel, which lasted several minutes. Then the same man with the gray gloves, the one that had been ready to fight them in the back yard to protect her sister, called out in a deep and very loud voice that the meal would be served momentarily.
They were seated, as would happen at the King's palace, or so she'd heard. She'd never been to a regular meal there, but her mother had told her all about it, just in case it came up. The one time she'd been there for a party it had been a very different thing, and they all ate at giant outdoor tables. There they'd all just filled in the seats as they wished however, except for the head table.
This time she and David were led into place by a younger man that was dressed in a deep black outfit with white gloves. He looked nice, but was clearly a servant, the clothing not as high quality as it might have been. Dapper but designed to look good, not be practical or see to his comfort.
"This way, sir? Miss?"
They were settled into some nice hardwood chairs with red cushions, with Tiera ending up between a very attractive bearded giant with slightly reddish brown hair and David. There was a girl that looked just a little older than she was on the other side of the man, who looked around him and smiled at her playfully. She looked... familiar .
For a second she looked like Tor , to tell the truth, in a very pretty dress, and with slightly red hair that was cut decently short. It wasn't like hers at all, not being a fighters cut, but if a few inches were taken off she'd be good for the military as a women. It
It did bail Timon out however, and he gave her a look that seemed to say that he got the idea, even if the others didn't. He hadn't been suggesting that Sara do anything with him at all. Then, after what that evil witch Countess Alan had done to him, he wouldn't. She didn't know it all, but Timon had called it rape and flat out said he'd been being tortured at the time. It was a bad enough thing that she would have flown to this Countess' home and killed her directly, except she was already dead. Timon had done it.
Before they were to settle in for the meal, a soft, but very familiar voice spoke from behind her. At first she gasped, since Tor was supposed to be in hiding, but when she finished the turn it was just Count Lairdgren. Not that she wasn't pleased to see her grandfather, but he wasn't her brother, was he?
The voice was identical however, and the face was too, if a few years older looking. Tor was twenty but looked fourteen. This man looked about thirty and was about three thousand.
"Never a good thing when that kind of prank or retaliation starts to happen. Could I have a few minutes of your time after the meal Tiera? We have much to discuss, if possible."
She nearly scowled at the man, since she'd really had enough for the day, but he did own the school and was, after all, the Count. She couldn't just tell him to leave her alone and storm off. Not while she wanted to live in that part of the world at least.
Her words were still a little stiff and brittle sounding.
"Certainly. I'll make sure it happens."
Her tone got a covert elbow from Karen, who had to walk around three people to get to her. It wasn't subtle at all, but Count Lairdgren just gave her Tor's lopsided grin.
"Very good. It will only take a few moments, I assure you. After all, you have an early day tomorrow. I hear that you've moved to the fighters section? That's an interesting choice. I fully support you in it, of course. You're sticking with mathematics as well?" It was exactly what Karen had said earlier, so it was clear he'd been eavesdropping, but Sir Kolbrin bowed, a little ironically, and started to explain the whole thing.
"Sir Karen is seeing to the fighting portion of things. Along with Judith Kerry. I don't know if you've had the pleasure? A most promising young lady. She works part time with Timon as a pilot."
That started a conversation about overseas travel, which lasted several minutes. Then the same man with the gray gloves, the one that had been ready to fight them in the back yard to protect her sister, called out in a deep and very loud voice that the meal would be served momentarily.
They were seated, as would happen at the King's palace, or so she'd heard. She'd never been to a regular meal there, but her mother had told her all about it, just in case it came up. The one time she'd been there for a party it had been a very different thing, and they all ate at giant outdoor tables. There they'd all just filled in the seats as they wished however, except for the head table.
This time she and David were led into place by a younger man that was dressed in a deep black outfit with white gloves. He looked nice, but was clearly a servant, the clothing not as high quality as it might have been. Dapper but designed to look good, not be practical or see to his comfort.
"This way, sir? Miss?"
They were settled into some nice hardwood chairs with red cushions, with Tiera ending up between a very attractive bearded giant with slightly reddish brown hair and David. There was a girl that looked just a little older than she was on the other side of the man, who looked around him and smiled at her playfully. She looked... familiar .
For a second she looked like Tor , to tell the truth, in a very pretty dress, and with slightly red hair that was cut decently short. It wasn't like hers at all, not being a fighters cut, but if a few inches were taken off she'd be good for the military as a women. It
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