Akane looked up. Nabiki looked up. Ranma was lost in thought, wondering if he should just wear a blindfold for the rest of his life or should he join a monastery.
Seven girls of about age twelve, wearing appropriate safety equipment with their inline skates, and wielding croquet mallets, swept in.
As she narrowly avoided a mallet strike, Akane had a moment of wondering the sort of usual inane thoughts that occur in situations like that. "Did I do well on the math test today?" "Do I still have strained spinach on my teeth?" "Why does everyone think I hit Ranma a little too hard and that's the reason for him acting all weirded out?" "Why did these little if overly violent girls come out of nowhere and start trying to hit me with croquet mallets? Is Ranma's insanity now affecting me?"
In roughly thirteen seconds she had managed to trash the little munchkins and send them running back where they had come from.
In roughly fourteen seconds she noticed that Ranma hadn't even noticed what had gone on. How dare he ignore her when she was in trouble! Not that she was in trouble... that is to say...
As Akane went off into Deep Thought (trying to decide whether she wanted to be happy that Ranma had not interfered in her fight - therefore taking her seriously as a martial artist, or unhappy that he hadn't assisted her when she was being assaulted) Nabiki sighed a little sigh and continued to work out potential methods of getting someone to track down and rescue Kasumi.
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Princess Kasumi retired to her room, a little smile in place. Not the polite smile she normally wore as part of her outfit, but more the pleased smile of someone who had genuinely enjoyed a date.
The Prince was quite proud of his kingdom and had used the opportunity to show it off to her from the back of a magic carpet. Not exactly the "Magic Carpet Ride" of Steppenwolf's song, but quite exhilerating in its own way.
They had cruised over the darkened hill-houses of the halflings, the smells of their dinners eloquently speaking of full bellies and pleasant repasts.
They had cruised over the vigilant barracks of the soldiers of Legendaria. Ogre marines. Elven calvary. Dwarven infantry. Dragons in the air force.
They had passed over elven cities that were built of living wood and dwarven citadels of hewn stone.
He had shown her vast fields over which faerie lights darted in the gathering gloom, and had shown her the ships that kept in contact with the two other nations on this continent.
The purpose of a first date is to determine if there would be a second date. To this extent, the first date was an unqualified success.
This was not a magical prince of the sort who simply demanded the wedding and had it on the first day. Royalty had to respect ceremony.
If all went well, Kasumi was faced with the possibility of becoming a Queen within a few short weeks. She thought she'd oversee the kitchen. Such a big place, and you had to keep a firm rein on those elves - who would start making cookies when they were supposed to be baking bread!
Changing to her nightclothes and brushing out her hair by the light of the silvery moons, Kasumi wondered briefly if she could be any happier.
(Posted Wed, 05 Mar 2003 13:39)
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