"Oh please Ffion," said Anewen.
"What?" said Ffion. "Like you’ve never thought of him that way."
"Ffion, please, the important thing is winning the competition right now and I do need to speak with him for a moment now that he’s obviously seen me".
"Oh right, you need to speak with him," Ffion raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "Yeah, I’ll see you later."
"‘Bye," said Anwen. She really wasn’t sure what she thought about being partnered with Trince ever since they were flinglings they had been academic rivals although they never hated each other. Trince was also kind, unlike the other military links.
"I should be grateful I was chosen at all," she thought to herself. She didn’t mind Trince but she wasn’t sure she could ever feel love towards him, if they were to win and be married as binders. Anwen shook herself, acting out of duty, she decided to talk to Trince.
" Hello Anwen,"said Trince in his stiff military form, "I’m looking forward to compete with a companion as capable as you are."
"Uhhh, thank you," said Anwen, not quite sure if he was trying to compliment her.
Trince nodded, "I hope you are feeling well, we both need to be at the top of our game if we are going to win."
"I’m feeling fine."
"Good, I’d like to go over some tactics with you just to make sure were on the same page."
"And I you," said Anwen.
"Huh?" said Trince in a confused voice.
"I too have plans that could help us win," said Anwen.
"Oh, well, I didn’t expect, I mean," Trince spluttered but quickly regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Well, we need to collaborate I’m sure well make a good team."
"I suppose we will," said Anwen suppressing a smile.
"I was hoping to meet you at the training grounds tomorrow, shortly after dawn," said Trince rather pleased at her agreement.
"I’ll be there," said Anwen.
"Well farewell ‘till then," Trince saluted smartly and did an about face.
"Till then," Anwen smiled as she walked to the home she shared with Ffion’s family. Everything she had worked for since she was a flingling was finally happening.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Brianne's Paragraph
And sure enough there he was, all 3inch 4 of him. With his broad shoulders, his military cut, and that stupid simile across his face. But Anwen didn't want to talk to him right now, she didn't want to talk to anyone right now, she just wanted to get to Ffione's house and think. But there was no way avoiding him, he was making a Beeline for her and she was surrounded by the crowd trying to get out of the gathering place, so she was going to have to talk to him.
As he approached, she stood her ground and waited for him to reach her.
When he did, he said in a casual, "hey Anwen, what do you think about being partners?" she didn't reply, she just kept looking at him with a expressionless face, so Trince pressed forward. He talked about plans for the competition, and ways to out smart Narzelda and Qwenerth, but Anwen really wasn't listening. She was waiting politely for him to finish so she could leave, but then he said something that caught her attention. " I really think your parents would be proud."
Anwen stopped; she never really talked about her parents. It wasn't a touchy subject, but no one gave Trince permission to talk to her about them. Now she really didn't want to talk to him, so she broke the awkward silence by saying she had to go, and she flew out of the gathering place leaving Trince standing there all alone.
When she got to her and Ffion's house she was greeted by all of Ffion's little brothers and sisters, she got past them by smiling and by giving an occasional hug so she could go inside the grass hut to the room her and Ffion shared. When she got there she wasn't surprised to see that Ffion wasn't there, with Ffion being a blonde she was probably on a date or something, but this time Anwen was glad to be alone. Then she layed down on her hay bed to think, mainly about the competition, but her thoughts drifted to her parents and how they died. She remembered first how a boy in her age group named Iorworth suddenly vanished with his mysterious father, then a few years later his father suddenly appeared again threatening the Bind and wanting control of it. Then she remembered when her father conquered Iorworth's father and killed him and saved the bind, she didn't know why she thought about this, it really didn't have anything to do with her parents death, but she did always think of her father as the big military person he was and that memory was the one that reminded her most of him in that way. Then her thoughts drifted to the day her parents died, they both left on a military job just to check something out about the Bind's security, but there was an ambush on the way and both of them were killed. At this point in her thoughts Anwen had a large lump in her throat, she got off her bed and headed to the door. She was going to go find Trince and actually listen to his plans for the binder hood competition, anything was better then thinking about this; anything.
As he approached, she stood her ground and waited for him to reach her.
When he did, he said in a casual, "hey Anwen, what do you think about being partners?" she didn't reply, she just kept looking at him with a expressionless face, so Trince pressed forward. He talked about plans for the competition, and ways to out smart Narzelda and Qwenerth, but Anwen really wasn't listening. She was waiting politely for him to finish so she could leave, but then he said something that caught her attention. " I really think your parents would be proud."
Anwen stopped; she never really talked about her parents. It wasn't a touchy subject, but no one gave Trince permission to talk to her about them. Now she really didn't want to talk to him, so she broke the awkward silence by saying she had to go, and she flew out of the gathering place leaving Trince standing there all alone.
When she got to her and Ffion's house she was greeted by all of Ffion's little brothers and sisters, she got past them by smiling and by giving an occasional hug so she could go inside the grass hut to the room her and Ffion shared. When she got there she wasn't surprised to see that Ffion wasn't there, with Ffion being a blonde she was probably on a date or something, but this time Anwen was glad to be alone. Then she layed down on her hay bed to think, mainly about the competition, but her thoughts drifted to her parents and how they died. She remembered first how a boy in her age group named Iorworth suddenly vanished with his mysterious father, then a few years later his father suddenly appeared again threatening the Bind and wanting control of it. Then she remembered when her father conquered Iorworth's father and killed him and saved the bind, she didn't know why she thought about this, it really didn't have anything to do with her parents death, but she did always think of her father as the big military person he was and that memory was the one that reminded her most of him in that way. Then her thoughts drifted to the day her parents died, they both left on a military job just to check something out about the Bind's security, but there was an ambush on the way and both of them were killed. At this point in her thoughts Anwen had a large lump in her throat, she got off her bed and headed to the door. She was going to go find Trince and actually listen to his plans for the binder hood competition, anything was better then thinking about this; anything.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
My Paragraph
Trince flew towards Anwen and Ffion. As always, he went straight to the point of things. "Anwen, we need to make sure we’re on the same page about the Bind."
"Of course Trince, Ffion, will you please excuse us?" Anwen asked.
"Sure, see you later!" Ffion quickly disappeared.
"I’m sure you’re already aware of my views of the Bind?" Anwen twiddled with the hem off her pale brown spider-silk shirt as she spake to Trince, looking up confidently every now and then. "What else do we need to talk about, I know your views and you know mine. Thankfully they coincide. Is it possible that you’ve changed your mind lately?"
"No," Trince’s voice was always firm when he spoke, which was not too often. "I just want you to know that we have to win."
Anwen masked her surprise at Trince’s remark. Anwen felt very strongly about becoming the next Binder, especially now that Gwenerth and Narzelda were the alternatives. She couldn’t remember Trince ever making a big deal about the Binderhood though. She always assumed that he wanted to work his way up through the military. "Why?"
"Gwenerth and Narzelda are not only idiots but they are evil as well. If they become the Binder’s they’ll tear the Bind apart," Trince replied. "And I’m sure you of all people don’t want that."
"I know they’re idiots, unfit to run this country but to me they’ve always just seemed politically inept. Why are they evil all of a sudden?" Anwen always felt that when she talked with Trince she was talking with an ice block. Their conversations were always cold, unfeeling and Anwen felt exhausted by them. She knew that this was a taste of how many conversations with officials would be and she was already dreading them.
"They want to increase taxes and go to war against the junkies," Trince mentioned the despised junkies, a faerie race that lived of the filthy trash of humans. Some links believed that the junkies should be killed off because of their dependence on humans. "Their plans would change the Bind into something horrible, links would be killed, everyone would become poorer and poorer until the whole Bind would be sucked dry. They would be excessively rich while everyone would be reduced to nothing."
Anwen was stunned. "Where did you learn this?" Her voice shook with anger. "Why would they think of such a thing?"
"They’re power hungry and selfish," Trince stated, only saying as much as necessary.
"Losing isn’t an option," Anwen said.
"We’re working on it, your grace. The first step has already been completed," a faerie quietly said, fear vibrating in her every word. Her soiled blonde hair was cut very short and she wore a despicable piece of human garbage that was bright yellow and said "Starburst" over and over again. On her feet was some stiff paper that the humans called "cardboard." The "cardboard" was tied onto her feet with some"dental floss" lacing that was used to sew her "Starburst" dress together.
"Of course Trince, Ffion, will you please excuse us?" Anwen asked.
"Sure, see you later!" Ffion quickly disappeared.
"I’m sure you’re already aware of my views of the Bind?" Anwen twiddled with the hem off her pale brown spider-silk shirt as she spake to Trince, looking up confidently every now and then. "What else do we need to talk about, I know your views and you know mine. Thankfully they coincide. Is it possible that you’ve changed your mind lately?"
"No," Trince’s voice was always firm when he spoke, which was not too often. "I just want you to know that we have to win."
Anwen masked her surprise at Trince’s remark. Anwen felt very strongly about becoming the next Binder, especially now that Gwenerth and Narzelda were the alternatives. She couldn’t remember Trince ever making a big deal about the Binderhood though. She always assumed that he wanted to work his way up through the military. "Why?"
"Gwenerth and Narzelda are not only idiots but they are evil as well. If they become the Binder’s they’ll tear the Bind apart," Trince replied. "And I’m sure you of all people don’t want that."
"I know they’re idiots, unfit to run this country but to me they’ve always just seemed politically inept. Why are they evil all of a sudden?" Anwen always felt that when she talked with Trince she was talking with an ice block. Their conversations were always cold, unfeeling and Anwen felt exhausted by them. She knew that this was a taste of how many conversations with officials would be and she was already dreading them.
"They want to increase taxes and go to war against the junkies," Trince mentioned the despised junkies, a faerie race that lived of the filthy trash of humans. Some links believed that the junkies should be killed off because of their dependence on humans. "Their plans would change the Bind into something horrible, links would be killed, everyone would become poorer and poorer until the whole Bind would be sucked dry. They would be excessively rich while everyone would be reduced to nothing."
Anwen was stunned. "Where did you learn this?" Her voice shook with anger. "Why would they think of such a thing?"
"They’re power hungry and selfish," Trince stated, only saying as much as necessary.
"Losing isn’t an option," Anwen said.
"Was it ever?" and with that Trince left.
* * * * *
"How soon can we put the plan into action?" A deep voice came from behind a snake-leather covered chair.* * * * *
"We’re working on it, your grace. The first step has already been completed," a faerie quietly said, fear vibrating in her every word. Her soiled blonde hair was cut very short and she wore a despicable piece of human garbage that was bright yellow and said "Starburst" over and over again. On her feet was some stiff paper that the humans called "cardboard." The "cardboard" was tied onto her feet with some"dental floss" lacing that was used to sew her "Starburst" dress together.
"Excellent," the deep, compelling voice replied. "It will only be a matter of time."
* * * * *
* * * * *
Kendle's Paragraph
Trince came over and Anwen said, "Hello."
Trince wept.
Anwen said, "Why are you weeping?"
Trince said, "I am in love with Narzelda and now she’s my rival."
Anwen said, "I am sorry. I hope you will learn to love me too."
Trince wept.
Anwen said, "Why are you weeping?"
Trince said, "I am in love with Narzelda and now she’s my rival."
Anwen said, "I am sorry. I hope you will learn to love me too."
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SEASON FOUR CAME!!!!!!!!!!
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Season four of Smallville came!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I"M SO EXCITED!
Friday, September 02, 2005
Football!
Today is the first game of the football season so everyone's really pumped. I'm REALLY excited except I'm worried that we'll lose. We haven't had a lot of good luck in the past seasons but (hopefully!) this season will be different.
I'm marching during half time (I hope I do okay!) and so I have to be there at six. Needless to say, I've got butterflies in my stomach, I hope I don't mess up!
The pep rally was really fun today. Unfortunatly we (the Freshmen) are not only the quietest class but we're the smallest class too! I guess I'm going to have to refine my yelling ablities. Any tips?
I'm marching during half time (I hope I do okay!) and so I have to be there at six. Needless to say, I've got butterflies in my stomach, I hope I don't mess up!
The pep rally was really fun today. Unfortunatly we (the Freshmen) are not only the quietest class but we're the smallest class too! I guess I'm going to have to refine my yelling ablities. Any tips?
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