Post by Twisted on Jan 31, 2005 15:50:51 GMT -5
Yeesh. I've been pecking away at this thing for weeks, and what do I have to show? Barely a dent in chapter nine. -_- Anyway, all my lovely people here who have read my story "When Your Drems Come True" can help me...it just doesn't flow right to me so far, and I'm not sure how to make Shell react to...really anything...I have a feeling that if I don't get help soon, he'll be lying comatose all through the chapter, so if you could give me your input, that'd be great!
When Your Dreams Come True
by Aerohead
Chap. 9
Everyone present to eat sat down at the table. Fabala watched the wine being poured skeptically, before picking it up.
"Try it, it's very good." Urged Shell as he sat down next to Ozma. Fabala turned to comment, but the two schoolmates were already involved in a deep conversation.
"Ignore them; they've been like this for ages!" Said Merric cheerfully as he sat down across from Fabala. "So, you're Miss Nissa's sister?"
"Oh, yes, she is! Faeba, try it - it's really delicious. We didn't know, of course, until we got to school." Nissa said giddily. Aran and Fabala looked at each other, before she finally took a small sip of the wine.
It was fruity - almost shockingly so - but it tasted good. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that Glinda would have served only the best wine she had in her stores for occassions such as her very own Feast Day.
The Tinman sat down in the last remaining seat, and helped the small Munchkin maid place the trays down. Fabala looked at the spoon selection for a moment, before picking up her soup spoon. She stirred the soup for a moment, before pushing it away.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear." Glinda said apologetically.
"What's wrong with the soup?" Asked Shell, looking at his own spoonful with concern.
"N-nothing...it's just..." Fabala said, stuttering and turning pink.
"She's allergic to...to artichokes!" Nissa said suddenly.
"Artichokes?" Fabala and Aran repeated, stunned.
"Oh, yes...I know you didn't want anyone to know, since it's not usual that they're put into anything, but Mother loves them, and so they were finally diced. But Faeba's not one of the smartest girls in Crage Hall for nothing."
"For anything; you can't have a double negative in a sentence." Fabala corrected. Nissa beamed.
"See?" Fabala rubbed her temples.
"Where's Miss Dorothy?" asked Merric. Fabala coughed and took another sip of wine.
"Away." said Glinda.
"On business." Said The Tinman, but instantly regretted it when the older Quadling turned to him.
"Where?" he asked.
"To her castle in Munchkinland to work on some business." Ozma said.
"I wish someone would work on the business of the Quadling Country; wouldn't you agree there...eh..."
"Aran?" He bleated quietly. Merric nodded.
"Right; Aran, wouldn't you agree?"
Aran shrugged, going back to his soup. Glinda watched, tense, and Fabala slipped her hand into his under the table. "I...I don't really....remember Quadling Country all that well."
The maid came back in, and with the Tinman's help took the dishes away, coming back with shallow dishes of water for the guests. Fabala stared at it for a moment, before biting the inside of her lip and placing her fingers gently in the dish. She pulled them out quickly and wiped them on the napkin in her lap, hoping her normal allergic reaction wouldn't occur. She stared in dismay at her now reddish fingers.
Yup...that's all I've gotten, so far. If you have any suggestions or anything, I'd appreciate the help!
When Your Dreams Come True
by Aerohead
Chap. 9
Everyone present to eat sat down at the table. Fabala watched the wine being poured skeptically, before picking it up.
"Try it, it's very good." Urged Shell as he sat down next to Ozma. Fabala turned to comment, but the two schoolmates were already involved in a deep conversation.
"Ignore them; they've been like this for ages!" Said Merric cheerfully as he sat down across from Fabala. "So, you're Miss Nissa's sister?"
"Oh, yes, she is! Faeba, try it - it's really delicious. We didn't know, of course, until we got to school." Nissa said giddily. Aran and Fabala looked at each other, before she finally took a small sip of the wine.
It was fruity - almost shockingly so - but it tasted good. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that Glinda would have served only the best wine she had in her stores for occassions such as her very own Feast Day.
The Tinman sat down in the last remaining seat, and helped the small Munchkin maid place the trays down. Fabala looked at the spoon selection for a moment, before picking up her soup spoon. She stirred the soup for a moment, before pushing it away.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear." Glinda said apologetically.
"What's wrong with the soup?" Asked Shell, looking at his own spoonful with concern.
"N-nothing...it's just..." Fabala said, stuttering and turning pink.
"She's allergic to...to artichokes!" Nissa said suddenly.
"Artichokes?" Fabala and Aran repeated, stunned.
"Oh, yes...I know you didn't want anyone to know, since it's not usual that they're put into anything, but Mother loves them, and so they were finally diced. But Faeba's not one of the smartest girls in Crage Hall for nothing."
"For anything; you can't have a double negative in a sentence." Fabala corrected. Nissa beamed.
"See?" Fabala rubbed her temples.
"Where's Miss Dorothy?" asked Merric. Fabala coughed and took another sip of wine.
"Away." said Glinda.
"On business." Said The Tinman, but instantly regretted it when the older Quadling turned to him.
"Where?" he asked.
"To her castle in Munchkinland to work on some business." Ozma said.
"I wish someone would work on the business of the Quadling Country; wouldn't you agree there...eh..."
"Aran?" He bleated quietly. Merric nodded.
"Right; Aran, wouldn't you agree?"
Aran shrugged, going back to his soup. Glinda watched, tense, and Fabala slipped her hand into his under the table. "I...I don't really....remember Quadling Country all that well."
The maid came back in, and with the Tinman's help took the dishes away, coming back with shallow dishes of water for the guests. Fabala stared at it for a moment, before biting the inside of her lip and placing her fingers gently in the dish. She pulled them out quickly and wiped them on the napkin in her lap, hoping her normal allergic reaction wouldn't occur. She stared in dismay at her now reddish fingers.
Yup...that's all I've gotten, so far. If you have any suggestions or anything, I'd appreciate the help!