Ugh.. I've got this gigantic burn on my arm from getting cookies out of the oven. I despise burns, and get them all together to often. My entire family does, actually. My dad was even in a natural gas explosion.
Right, that was totally unrelated. I just feel like complaining, and if I call any of my friends they'll want me to some over and I'll never get another chapter done. Besides, last time I called Jasmine she came over a literally dragged me outside, where she nearly broke my nose and gave me a bloody lip- playing basketball. To quote from an excellent fanfiction author- who needs enemies when you have friends like mine?
And as always, thank you for the reviews! I love you all! And I have a few dolls of various characters on my website, if you're interested… there's a link to my homepage in my bio.
On to the chapter-"Arra," a familiar voice called.
The girl being called turned and smiled at Rikash Samalin.
"If I remember correctly, we were in the middle of debating whether the yamani practice of 'masking,' or hiding one's feelings, was wise or not. I dislike walking out on a debate," he informed her, grey eyes twinkling mischievously. She shot him a mock glare before launching into a speech about the wisdom of hiding one's beliefs and expressions, especially at court, pausing every few minutes to allow him to talk.
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"Ah, Princess Kiyai," Brice said, addressing the youngest daughter of Prince Roald and Princess Shinkokami.
"Yes…. Er…. I'm afraid I don't know your name," she said, batting her eyelashes.
"I'm Brice… Brice of Masbolle."
"Oh… have we met?"
"Er… probably not," Brice replied, flushing slightly.
"I'm sure you're right… I'd remember so handsome a lad as you," she said, fluttering her eyelashes as Brice fought not to wince in disgust.
Flirts.
"Oh…. Emmm… I think I hear my sister calling. I'm sorry, I have to go," he exclaimed, only slightly jittery.
"Oh," she said, eyes downcast, as he ran off in the opposite direction.
As soon as he was out of hearing range Kiyai looked up with a mischevios grin.
"Excellent," she muttered quietly.
Yes, it was short. I told you I'd end up driving myself into writers block… besides, cliffies are fun! (for me, at least.)
From now on, I will reply to reviews, but ONLY if they're good or I feel the need to reply. Basically, if your review says 'great story' I will ignore it. If it makes me mad or confused, I will reply to it (albeit rudely, in the case of flames). If your review gives me ideas, inspires me, or whatever –or I just feel it deserves a reply- I will reply. Um… yes.
And more than this deserved a reply, but I never got around to it… :blushes:
Lyre D'Enfers:falls over: That was quite possibly the weirdest review I've ever gotten… at first it seemed like a flame, and then you were complimenting me…(at least, I think you were…) weird. The funny this is, I've had multiple people tell me that seems more like something Kel would do than a fluff-filled scene in which Dom and her confess mutual love and share a passionate kiss. Whatever.
Alianne Cooper: One of these days I have to remember to email you… you've reviewed my stories so many times! I'm glad you think I'm good at unexpected stuff… I happen to be abnormally talented at guessing what's going to happen in books and it threatens to drive me insane (more so than before, anyways) all the time, so I try to make my fanfiction, at least, as unpredictable as possible.