Old Friends

"Me too," Larien said. "Rai told me that a glow of light came from my eyes and a voice told him that it wasn't my time yet.." She thought back to when her mother burned alive.

"I don't think we should dwell on bad things like that." she said looking at her, "But so exactly what should I tell Michael again?" she asked curiously.

Larien looked at her as she smoothed out her shirt. "About your magic? Or the rumors?"

"Both." she said, "You seem to know him better than me anyway."

"Just be honest with him, and I know that can't be hard for you," Larien laughed a little bit. "If you tell him a warning or something, he'll sit and listen."

"But how?" she asked looking at her, "I've never had to tell anyone about my magic before or worry about rumors."

"That's all one you," Larien shook her head, not really knowing what to tell her friend. "Just tell him what your heart tells you to tell him."



((Yeah that was corny lol))

"Yeah good luck with that." she said looking at her, "I'd have better luck warming my heart up to a flower than another person and you know that. I just don't know where to go with it."

Larien nodded knowing what she meant. "Though I don't know what I can do for you," she said. "The way an elf would handle it, is different than a Faerie."

"Not so much." she said, "You would speak in half truths were I would be almost half truth if not the entire truth." she said looking at her. "I'm just confused I guess."

"I am too," The elven princess leaned back, her fingers twisting the ring on her hand. "So, has Michael been to Ila before?"

"No I don't believe he has before." she said looking at Larien. The fae princess sighed, "I honestly don't know much about him."

"I know Michael enough to give you bits and pieces," Larien said folding her hands in her lap. "Though I don't know enough, you may have to learn the rest yourself."

"So what all do I need to know for now?" she asked curiously.

Larien sctratched the top of her head as she thought for a moment. "Michael's favorite thing to do is act like he's serious, when really, he's a complete idiot," she laughed. "If you mush him enough, he'll act like a boy. Kinda how he acts around you."

"Mush him?" she said looking confused.

"Errr," Larien laughed. "Make him absent-minded, you know mushy."

"Ooooh." she said not realizing the blonde moment she was having.

Larien put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh at the expression the Fae princess' face.

Christabelle looked at her wondering why she was laughing, "What?" she asked looking at her with a more perplexed look.

Larien realized her laughs were a little louder and stopped down to a giggle. "Oh nothing," her ears twitched hearing footsteps again. "Do your servants, I guess, walk around alot?"

Christy heard the footsteps as well. "No." she said moving to get up and walk towards the door. "And if they do then they are much quieter than this." she said as she reached the door opening it to see who was walking around.

Larien followed her as the sounds got louder, almost as if someone was fighting with something.




"Damn, stupid ribbon...." a frustrated male's voice came from the other side of the door.





((Will says Michaels awake, just cant get on, so will is texting me what Michael wants to say They're activating his phone))

Stupid ribbon? she thought to herself as she looked at Larien and opened the door to see what the world was going on.

((OK...thats cool. ))

Michael jumped about two feet in the air as Christy opened the door and one of his wings was tangled in a ribbon that was attached to a bouqet of Roses and Lillies. He blushed, trying to hide them behind his back but thanks to the tangles he couldn't.

Larien covered her mouth to keep from letting out the laughter that she wanted to burst.