Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 13)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> Awwww, but, then, you won't even feel my massages :-(

Where exactly are you massaging? And which style, Shiatsu or Shintu?

> Yes yes yes! :-) I'm insatiable if it comes to good fic
> especially mushfic

Is that all my fic is? *sigh*

I write mush. :<

Anne-Lise.

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Buffy shook her head clear and looked up at the strange couple 
staring at her. The younger, a raven-haired man of about twenty 
years, shrank back in horror. The other, a red-haired woman much 
older than he, seemed curious and puzzled.
"Where am I?" Buffy asked.
The man turned to his companion, ignoring her. "Why be there two of 
them? The spell called for only one."
"Verily, I cannot say. The mist worlds are unstable and filled with 
barbarians. Maybe they be of one soul?"
Buffy frowned at being ignored and looked around her. And then she 
saw Willow, lying unconscious to the side of her.
"Willow!"

*

"Did you feel the pull on the Harmonies?" The Matriarch asked her 
daughter.
The two women stood before the scying pool, both clad in their 
night attires.
"You would have to be tone deaf not to have felt it," the younger 
replied. "I think whole Erde shook under the force of that 
disharmony."
The Matriarch nodded. "Truth indeed, but I have search the pool and 
know little beside the fact its cause lies within Defalk."
"Defalk? The Lord Brill has not the power to work such mighty 
sorceries!"
"Indeed so, my daughter. Most curious. We must watch events most 
carefully."

*

"What is this place?" Buffy asked as she stroked Willow's hair. 
Willow was still unconscious and breathing shallowly, which worried 
Buffy. 
The young man gave her a puzzled look. "Be you daft? This land is 
Defalk, home of the thirty-three."
"What world is this?" Buffy asked with strained patience.
"You are on Erde," the woman responded. The sound of horses grew 
louder from outside.
The young man ran to the door. "The Lord Brill cometh. Needs must 
we should flee!"
"'Tis so," the woman replied. "We should not tarry here further. We 
must away!"
Willow stirred, and Buffy hugged her tight to her bosom. "I'm not 
going anywhere," she said. "Not with my friend hurt this way."
"We are undone!" The woman wailed, for it be too late to run lest 
the Lord Brill mistake us for common gaudaine!"
The young man held the woman in his arms. "Be you quiet, Jemimah. 
Lord Brill knoweth me as a player of his primary rank. He will not 
mistake me for another. But for now, chances mete that we should 
await his judgement here. I pray only that it will be quick justice, 
like as unto my father before I."
Willow moaned and Buffy leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Do you have a hospital here? A doctor's surgery?" she asked.
"What words are these?" The newcomer, presumably the Lord Brill, 
stood in the doorway garbed in deep blue robes and blue-tinted boots. 
His eyes, an even more piercing blue twinkled as he spoke. "Your 
friend... She is injured? Please, allow me to see to her ailment."
"You're a doctor?" Buffy refused to be parted with Willow to this 
robed stranger.
The stranger gave her a puzzled look. "That you would not know 
me... Strangeness indeed. I am the Lord Brill, Mage of Defalk, 
advisor to the thirty-three. Please, allow me to help your stricken 
friend."
"Whatever you say," Buffy sighed.
Lord Brill put his hand to Willow's forehead. Then his hand trailed 
lower, down to her breast. Buffy stayed an impulse to murder this 
arrogant idiot, but only because she felt to helpless herself. A 
light sprang into existence above the Lord Brill's fingers as he 
chanted, "Knit her bones, make her well, heal those injuries from 
whence she fell..."
Willow's eyes opened and she smiled when she saw Buffy's concerned 
eyes.
"Hey you," she whispered.
Buffy kissed her, tears welling in her eyes.