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Really???

Wow...

XD


Well then, it seems I don't give off a very black-haired impression, do I? XD

Like this, maybe, Ella

How do YOU picture me? - this is how I picture you,



Except like younger

Here and there - bits

Lynx hurried over, too, and between the two of them they were able to pull the boy to a standing position again.

"What're you tryin' to do, kill me?" the boy said grumpily, dusting himself off and shooting playful glares at Alia.

"No, no, just, you know - severely injure you..." Lynx replied, not seeing the humor in it at all and crossing his arms again.

"Well, anyway, this is why I came in such a rush - go on, open it!" the boy handed Alia a folded up piece of paper, and leaned back against the cave wall to watch. Lynx peered over her shoulder, and read aloud:


To the Children of the Cave,
Me and my colleagues would love to meet and have a chat with you - and your guardians, of course - sometime. How does tomorrow at noon sound, for tea? We really do hope you can come, we would love to get to know our mysterious neighbors.

Ever Hopeful,
Gareth and Co.


"Gareth and Co.? Who the heck are they?" Lynx said with a frown, as soon as he'd finished reading.

"Who cares? That's what this meeting is for, isn't it? And besides, that doesn't matter - if we go we can finally see other...you know! See it all in real life!" Alia said excitedly, looking from the boy to Lynx and back again.

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Lynx and Alia had never been out of their little cave that their two guardians kept them in. Once, when they were very little, they'd gotten a peek of the outside world from behind Kiara as she was coming in, but only a glimpse, because she'd slammed the door shut and walked briskly away before they could take another peek. Growing up, they were told they couldn't go outside, because they were too young, or they might get picked on, or some random reason the Aunts came up with on the spot when they were questioned by fierce toddler eyes.

But, at the age of ten, Lynx and Alia accidentally dropped in on one of their conversations, and may have accidentally heard a few things. It was then that they found out the Aunts were actually hiding them from their fathers. A few months after the Aunts had first stole away with the babies, had gotten settled down in a nice little cottage by the sea, they had gotten word that two men - leaders of very large armies - were tearing up the worlds looking for two children, one with hair as white as winter's first frost, and the other with eyes and locks that shone with the hearth's fierce blaze. And so, they had run off into hiding, terrified what the two men would do if they found them - or the children. They had heard of these two great men, and they both knew the children were far better off with two caring women than two fierce and murderous men. And they had been in the cave ever since.

______, the messenger boy, accidentally found their little cave one day, but instead of going and telling everyone he knew about the strange family living in a cave, he returned when the Aunts were back home, and became good friends with Alia and Lynx. They got most of their food from him, and every once in a while Sara or Kiara would go out and find a new piece of furniture, or a new bar of soap, or some fresh eggs (sometimes the ones _____ brought were a bit cracked) from a market or swiped from a delivery wagon. And that was how the children grew up, far away from prying eyes.

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I spent nearly half my life there - I'm available, too

"But it isn't my fault," Alia said, crossing her arms too.

"It is so, and you know it - now do you want my help or not?" Lynx answered, standing his ground.

Alia sighed, then let her arms fall and nodded softly. "Yes please..."

Lynx gave a smug grin and took the second apron off the hook on the wall, and tied it around his own waist. "How did you get your clothes so dirty, anyway?" he asked after they'd been washing for a few silent minutes.

"Oh, that..." Alia's face lit up with a mischievous smile. "Well...let's just say I practiced a little - and that isn't dirt, it's soot..."

Lynx looked aghast. "But you could have burned the whole place down!" he yelped, looking more closely at the fabric.

Alia shrugged. "But I didn't." And continued scrubbing.

After a while, and just after they had finished hanging up the last piece of laundry to dry, a boy, smaller than both washers, but couldn't possibly be more than a year younger then they, darted into the room.

"Lynx, Alia!" he shouted, but his shout turned into a mini shriek as twenty books fell over him.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Alia said, leaping over to help him up. "I'd forgotten all about that!"

O.O That's what always happened in the end??? MORE! Please I'm gonna die!!

"Alia! Alia, come help me!" A middle-aged, graying black-haired woman called over her shoulder. She wore a fraying apron over her faded blue dress, and her arms were elbow deep in a tub of suds.

"Coming, Sara..." replied a girl of about twelve, who had her tongue poking out from between her lips, stacking a pile of books. So far, it was nearly as tall as she was. She flipped her orange hair over her shoulder, and carefully made her way around it and to the woman.

"'At a girl, just help me scrub out...oh look at that, it just so happens that this is your dress... Well, now that I have you here..." She held up a dripping dress, too small for her, but clearly just the right size for the girl. It was a light blue, but the color could hardly be told from a layer of mud and dirt splotched all over the fabric. "How did this happen, I wonder?" Auntie Sara said accusingly.

Alia cringed guiltily. "Well, um, you see Auntie Sara, I um, I mean, well what I mean is...it might have sort of gotten a little dirty..."

"A little dirty?" Sara said unbelievably, "What did you do to this poor dress, Alia? I don't know where you got so much mud from?"

Alia shrugged helplessly, her head hanging.

"Well, you're on scrubbing duty for the rest of these clothes, young lady, then maybe you'll appreciate how hard it is to wash that much dirt out!" Sara said with satisfaction, putting the dress back in the tub and drying off her hands on her apron. "Here," she handed Alia the apron and bar of soap, and walked from the room.

Alia sighed, and began tying the apron around her waist. "Why me..." she grumbled, "always me..."

"Because you're the one always getting into mischief," came a voice from above, and Alia looked up with a start. There, sitting peacefully, was a boy with spiky white hair that matched the shiny coating on the ceiling. He was sitting upside down, so when Alia looked up, he was looking back down at her, and she could mostly just see his face and the top of his head.

"Lynx..." Alia moaned, but he was already going full steam.

"If you just didn't feel the need to go looking for trouble, then maybe you wouldn't have to do double chores - like me," And he detached himself from the ceiling, standing up and casually walking down the wall to stand, arms crossed in front of her.

ƐƖƖα wrote: "No offense, Ruby, but I think you're over-thinking it. There's already polls."

+shrug+

@Emmeline Thanks a bunch!!

And sorry for kind of spamming your story thread, I'll delete my comment on here now and REALLY APPRECIATED!

Thanks!

O.o

Wow.

Pinch of hemlock,
Picked on Midsummer's Eve,
Handful of berries,
Green as a spring tree's leaf,
Nine heart shaped things,
To add love to the mix.
A few spicy herbs,
For some extra kicks.
And the last ingredient,
The most important of all,
One small, little, petal,
Picked from a bird's sweet call.

IN PROGRESS

Haha

Oh..well then, I really don't know..that's a shame...

Hmmm well the beginning sounded a bit like the Snow Queen, maybe...I don't know, though

I LIKE HER.

Ooooooohh