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It's because they're not supposed to be there, isn't it? *sigh*

Had a productive morning -- did some dishes, put away some laundry, baked some cupcakes (one of our techs is turning 25 today ^_^). Trying to get the place ready before going to see my friend Jenny this weekend -- it'll leave me less to do when I get back and have to get packed for the trip to Kansas three days later. O_o;;;

But, in the meantime, all that domestic activity gave me a writing itch, so... a new word count. ^_^

Today's word count: 1,066
Total word count: 48,679

Turning another corner and praying she was going in the right direction, Ashley nearly ran full tilt into Darkonda. *Oh no! Think, Ashley! What would Astronema say?* Jumping back, she whipped her hands up into a guard position and growled out, "Watch where you're going you creep!" OK... maybe that wasn't quite right.

Darkonda frowned, "Why Princess... I thought you were on the AstroMegaship playing Power Ranger. What are you doing back here?"

Caught without a ready explanation, Ashley found herself tongue-tied. Rescue, however, came from a very unlikely source. The hulking shadow of Ecliptor stepped up behind her, brandishing his sword, "She has her reasons, traitor. You don't need to be privy to any of them." He took a step forward, "Now remove yourself from her presence before I do it for you."

With a mocking bow, Darkonda merely said, "As you wish, Princess," then continued on his way.

Unsure how to respond to this rescue, Ashley remained silent. Ecliptor sheathed his sword before turning to face her, "As I told Darkonda, I know you have your reasons for the things that you do and are under no obligation to share them with anyone... but I would hope that out of respect for the one who raised you, you might have shared this change in plans with me, my Princess."

Ashley ducked her gaze, desperately trying to think of something to say that wouldn't give her away. This certainly hadn't been in the cards when she'd decided to try on Astronema's form to escape! Finally, she raised her eyes to meet Ecliptor's, "The Rangers are proving more stubborn than I first thought they would. I am no longer certain that this plan will work." Mind racing, she finally landed on an idea, "I think we need to send a monster down to Earth to provide a distraction. I came here to arrange that."

Ecliptor frowned, "My Princess, you could simply have sent word, as we agreed upon when you set up this scheme... Against my advice, I might add."

Ashley was feeling more confused by the minute, "But it will work! I just need more time."

The black and green warrior turned away, arms crossed over his chest, "I don't like this, my Princess. I don't like seeing you neck deep in danger. I don't like that you are miles away across space in the enemy's camp. What use am I as your shield when you are determined to be where I can not shelter and protect you??" With that last, he turned back and grabbed her upper arms to administer an almost gentle shake.

And all that Ashley could think to say in response to that overwhelming anguish was, "I'm sorry!"

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as that apology ricocheted in the air between them. Ecliptor ground out, "You're... *sorry*?" Mere seconds later, he had flung her away and redrawn his sword, "You are not my Princess. I don't know how you've accomplished this, Yellow Ranger, but you will _not_ parade around this Fortress undermining everything that Astronema has accomplished!"

Ashley threw up her hands in defense, "Ecliptor, wait! Before you do anything we'll both regret, let me explain!"

Eyes narrowed in anger, Ecliptor said, "I'm listening, Yellow Ranger... but I won't be for long. Talk quickly."

^_^

Date: 2009-10-02 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightsea.livejournal.com
It's always nice to come home to a clean place after a trip, so I can certainly understand that.

And yes - the more forbidden a place, the more tempting it is to a cat. Tables, counters, behind the furnace... it must be a skill they're born with.

Also, love your snippet! Didn't understand a thing, but I love your writing style. Go muse!

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