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There was
a knock at the door.
Groaning for no real
reason he stood up, plodded over and nearly caved the door in, until he swore
as he remembered you had to pull. He gazed at the person confusedly.
"Annah?"
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Her glare was harsh enough to melt adamantine, the tone of her voice to slice
through it.
"Why."
He wilted under her glare,
whining "Why what?" as he shambled over to the bed, sitting down on
it, Annah walking into the room after him as she practically ranted at him.
"Why all this? Why
are yeh lookin' aftah meh? Why did ya cam an' bail meh out a' prison? Why tha'
hell a' yeh bein' sa' godsamn tolerable! Ya havnae even complained about meh
goin' behind yer backs!"
"Oh yea, I forgot
about that," he slurred as he tried to snap his fingers. He looked at his
thumb and middle finger with wonder as he repeatedly failed. After the twelfth
attempt he gave up and looked back at Annah in silence for a few seconds.
"What was I talkin'
about?"
Annah sighed and sat down
next to him. One of the few people whom hadn't joined the in the drinking
contest, she was finding his behaviour annoying at best. She'd have harangued
him later if she hadn't of felt that she'd probably get more honest answers
from him like this.
She took on a softer tone
as she spoke this time, "Yeh were gannae tell meh about meh goin' behind
yeh back?"
He gazed at her blankly
for a few moments before he slurred "...oh yea." He fell silent to
gather his thoughts. "The other'sh were... um.. upset with yah. I said I'd
um.. .... What's its thing...."
"...Talk to me?"
"That's the
word," he mumbled distractedly before looking at her through half lidded
eyes. She leant back as he breathed in her face, as the fumes alone were nearly
enough to get a person drunk. "Don't do'at again. Tell usn'll we'll try 'n
'elp yer." He fell back against the wall, his head making a thump and
small dent upon contact.
"...That
hurt..." he mumbled after a few seconds to no one especially.
'Prat,' thought Annah as
she twisted on the bed so her left leg was resting on the bed as she looked at
Loké.
"Why'd yeh... rescue
meh?" she spoke coaxingly.
"Couldn't leave you
there... wouldn'ta bin right."
"Why wannae it have
been right?"
He shrugged with an unsure
look on his face as his eyes continued drifting around the room.
"...'ll, you were
innocent. 'N I like you..."
Annah gained a predatory
smile.
She knew it! Her grin
turned to a smirk as she leaned close to him, deciding she was going to have a
little fun with him...
She leant forward yet more
so her head was next to his. "So... yeh find me sexy laddie?" she
whispered slyly into his ear. Out of the corner of her eye Loké was blushing
heavily.
"nn, yea," he
whimpered, "why wouldn't I? Yer really.... Um... pretty!" he
triumphantly exclaimed the last word; apparently pleased he'd remembered it.
"Well I find yeh sexy
too. An yeh smell," she inhaled deeply for effect, "It drives me
wild. It's all ah can do not tah jump yeh. –"A pair of lips prevented from
whatever she was going to say. She sat stunned, eyes wide like a rabbit in the
headlights of car, too surprised to do anything. As she felt his tongue
prodding her lips she pulled back, so far she fell onto the floor with a quite
thump, as if burnt, snarling "Wha' the hel do you think yeh doin'!?"
Loké gave her a confused
look as she stood up, glaring daggers at him all the time. "Kiss'n' you...
I mean... erm.. you said you like me 'n stuff, so why're ya upset?"
"Ah was teasing yeh,
yeh stupid berk! Yeh nothin' to me!" Lok's face fell, figuratively and
literally, looking sadly and silently into his lap. Annah stood there angrily
for a few seconds, before leaving, slamming the door as she left.
"...Sorry." He
whispered to the empty room.
The next
few weeks were rather linear- they arrived at Trademeet the next day and
arrived at night. At dawn they went to about finding out what was going on,
taking Cernd of board temporarily, and eventually after having fought through
the wood and swamplands (Which Annah found extremely bizarre, and –not that
she'd admit it- slightly frightening) having him challenge Faldorn, and
succeeding, for Arch Druid. Leaving Cernd to restore the balance they proceeded
to the Umar Hills to deal with the rumours of wolves ripping apart and eating villagers,
which brings us to the next part of the story.
It was
dusk; a certain tailed tiefling was admiring the countryside as she leant out
on the balcony of her comfy bedroom; since Umar was a quiet village, a direct
consequence of that was rooms being cheaper, so Loké had decided to treat the
group. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the clean air, as she smiled.
The air was definitely one
thing about Sigil she wasn't missing.
Sigil...
Her smile faded as she was
reminded. She wished she hadn't... well, there was no point dwelling on it, she
thought, giving the dark clouds one last look before she turned inside, closing
the shutter-like doors as she passed through them. Her bedroom was about five
metres by four, the door at one end of the four feet walls, opposite it the
'balcony', her bed soft feather mattress bed.
As she lay under the
sheets, drifting off to sleep, she thought of Sigil... and not for the first
time felt homesick, as sleep claimed her.
Annah practically flew out
of bed, daggers drawn from under her pillow, thinking 'What the 'ell was 'at?'
as the remnants of a thunderous boom rumbled around her, drowning out the heavy
rain against the shutters.
Her room was white for an
instant, another rumbling boom following after a second, as she walked to a small
circular winder near her bed. Pulling it back she saw the rain beating down on
the landscape and-There! -A white jagged beam of light, almost looking like it
was propping up the clouds from the earth, for second before it vanished,
followed by a rumble half a second later.
Threat of attack
apparently gone Annah stood there and watched the sight for several
minutes-she'd never seen, or heard, lightning before. She suddenly realised she
was shivering-she didn't have any body hair, that coupled with the fact her
body was unusually (by 'normal' standards) warm; the cold room was not exactly
pleasant, so she slipped back into bed and curled up, remembering, thinking,
drifting.
A rather unpleasant memory
from two weeks ago resurfaced.
Flashback
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"Halt, I would speak
with you," the knight in full plate spoke. He and a small group of knights
had encountered them, apparently looking for them, on the road back to
Athkatla.
"Greetings Sir
Thomas," Keldorn replied. "I assume this is about Ms. Annah, is it
not?"
Annah decided to keep
quiet and hide behind Minsc for the moment.
The knight nodded his
head. "When we heard a demon spawn, a tiefling, had come to Athkatla Sir
Ryan sent us to assess her threat."
"She is
none," stated Loké.
"That will be for
me to decide young man."
"I am agreement
with Loké Sir Thomas. She has done nothing but good during her presence here
and I have been unable to sense any substantial evil from here."
"Substantial evil? She is descended from an inherently evil
creature!" he exclaimed before composing himself. "If what you say is
true, and you believe she is not a threat, then I will not request you handing
her over immediately. I will report my findings to Sir Ryan. Fare thee well Sir
Keldorn."
End
flashback
She
recalled what Loké had once told her: "Tieflings may be nothing on
Sigil, but they're very seldom seen here. Most people know very little of your
kind which means you're going to be feared by many."
Eventually, perhaps
inevitably, thoughts drifted onto the people she'd been travelling with. She
stared unseeingly at a point on the wall.
...She wondered how the
Nameless One was...
Then they came to her
current company.
She'd grown to like Minsc;
he wasn't very smart and bloody naïve-but at least you knew where you stood
with the bugger. That, and he was fun to be around. Though the fact he relied
on a rodent called Boo still rattled her nearly two months after first meeting
him...
Keldorn reminded her of
Vhailor with his devotion to justice and the law and all that stuff. She gave a
wry smile. He'd also started acting like a father figure in a way, gently
chastising her on her revealing clothing for several weeks now.
Jaheira... she wasn't too
sure what to make of her-she seemed to dislike Annah, but she had some
suspicions as to why exactly...
Sometimes she could be
quite motherly, and she was so all the time with Loké, yet at the same time she
was strict and was sometimes very harsh; Annah has seen her cut down Aerie
several times, once just when she'd just been complimenting her hair.
Speaking of the wingless
elf, she was riling Annah. She was such a baby, always whining and vying for
Lok's eye in a pathetically, painfully obvious manner. She was just so
soft-she'd have been eaten alive in the Cage. She could barely carry anything
either, wasn't much cop as a fighter, cleric or bloody mage. Why Loké kept her
the gods only knew...
...Which brought her
thoughts neatly to said person. The night after that little fiasco in the
Copper Cornet he'd apologised to her and been embarrassed around her,
concealing it in indifference ever since, much to Annah's chagrin. Another
thing was, he was always so bloody kind, he gave a lost child some gold for a
bed with them when they stayed at an in and they spent the next morning looking
for the brat's parent! He'd launched himself-and that meant the rest of
them-into gods-only-knows how many selfless and noble quests, such as sorting
out the druids and the djiniis and because of it people in many towns and
villages they'd never even been to before seemed to know them by sight. It was
really annoying.
That wasn't what was
really pissing her off though. She'd only realised she'd been doing it a few
days ago, but...
She gave a sigh.
She'd started to give Loké the same
looks Jaheira and Aerie had been giving him!
"Feck..." she
whispered quietly.
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