[Manardariel]

Fiona studied her sister in disgust. Honestly, she was the only grown up here, and accting like a big, fat crybaby. It seemed Fiona was alone in the middle of danfer, as a help only Elena, who -supris, suprise!- wasn´t crying but had, in fact, just smiled at her.

"What- what sort of a plan?" Elena asked.

Fiona started chewing her lip for a moment. She needed to think of something brilliant, something to get them out of danger, and to prove to Rian she wasn´t only mad and wild. Mad girl... mad girl, that was an idea.

"Ok. What we do is... can you make yourself throw up?" Elena shook her head, horrifried. "Good, then I´ll do that. So, I throw up on you, and you start sreaming and yelling. They come in, and I yell and scream some nonsense. Something like 'You have murdered the son of the Heavens! You will DIE!!' They´ll be really freaked, and ask you what´s up with me. You say I´m a madgirl, and that you´re very scared of me. Say my father -make sure they hear his name, Sir Rindal, yes?- keeps me in the attic and never lets me eat, and that I´m REALLY crazy! They´ll look at me, and while they do so, you and Rian run for it. I´ll scream some more, then I´ll throw up on them, and they´ll be so freaked out I can run without them following me. What do you think?"

Fiona was more then pleased with herself. This plan was brilliant, it couldn´t fail. How ironic, though. To show Rian -and Elena- she wasn´t a stupid "madgirl", she had to pretend to be one. Well, whatever it took to get them out of here.

[ June 02, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]