Meeting
** Do they do that all the time? **
Derrian glanced over at the smaller figure
beside her. ** It's a man thing, ** she replied with a grin.
Shima nodded her head and watched the group
of teens below her. Just then the one dressed in red
looked up and waved. Derrian returned the wave, but the smaller figure
made no such move. He couldn't
see her anyway.
** I wish they could see you, I think my
brother wants me committed.**
** Committed to what? **
Derrian laughed. But quickly stopped when
she noticed the lightening in her companion's eyes.
** What is so funny? ** The small elf challenged.
** Well, where do I start . . . that I'm
talking to an elf, someone who looks about 12 but is really
50 . . . only stand 3' and has tiger stripes all over her body .
. . and I'm the only one that can see and
hear you. Why is that? **
Shima shrugged her shoulders. ** I don't
know that. I also don't know how come you can send but
none of the others can. **
** We don't call it sending, we call it
heart talk . . . but I thought only Ronin Warriors could do it.**
** Well, where I come from only elves can
do it . . . **
"HEE-YA!"
Both ladies had barely enough time to move
back before an armored covered teen landed between
them. While Derrian talked to the invader, Shima studied him. She even
went so far as to touch his ocean
blue armor. ** Why are they wearing this metal clothing? **
** It's called armor and I'll explain in
a minute, ** Derrian replied sharply.
Shima responded by sticking her tongue out
but then focused back on the others below. The archer
of the group was off to one side practicing with his bow. "He's almost
as good as Mother," Shima thought
to herself. "Give him another 700 years." She slipped the Throwback
from her sash and stood up. She
studied the teen's movements for a moment and then let her weapon fly.
The boomerang-like weapon was
aimed perfectly and caught the next arrow in flight. The archer could
only scratch his head as his wild shot
buried itself in the bushes. Shima snagged her weapon on it's return
trip.
** That wasn't nice, Shima. **
The tiger-striped elf glanced over her shoulder.
Derrian stood there with her arms crossed, glaring
down at her. ** I was bored, and I didn't want them thinking you
were the only crazy one. **
Derrian smiled and shook her head, causing
her green locks to fall over her eyes. She brushed them
back, with a sigh. ** They'll be looking for dinner soon, want to
help? **
** Sounds good, how about Prickle boar
soup? **
** What?!? **
** Striped deer? **
** How about hamburger and fries? **
Derrian said with a grin.
** Ham . . . burger . . . what part of
a Sand Cobra does that come from? **
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