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[Nyanna al'Meara]

Nooo...David Eddings too?

 

Teh books Belgarath The Sorcerer and Polgara The Sorceress are hilarioush :D

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“I must admit that I haven't heard of the Duchess of Erat before."

"You're a fortunate man," Wolf said.

"She's a great beauty," the man said admiringly.

"And has a temper to match," Wolf told him.

"I noticed that," the guard said.

"We noticed you noticing," Silk told him slyly.”

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Mandorallen turned to Barak. "If it please thee, my Lord," he requested politely, "deliver my challenge as soon as they approach us."

Barak shrugged. "It's your skin," he noted. He eyed the advancing knights and then lifted his voice in a great roar. "Sir Madorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor, desires entertainment," he declaimed. "It would amuse him if each of your parties would select a champion to joust with him. If, however, you are all such cowardly dogs that you have no stomach for such a contest, cease this brawling and stand aside so that your betters may pass."

"Splendidly spoken, my Lord Barak," Madorallen said with admiration.

"I've always had a way with words," Barak replied modestly.”

*snorfle*

[Crimson_Ayla]

Yush, I quite liked it :)

 

And YARR

 

But Ontrose...

[Nyanna al'Meara]

Yush, I quite liked it :)

 

And YARR

 

But Ontrose...

*noddity* I teared up :/

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Heroes aren't allowed to be nervous."

"Who made up that rule?"

"It's a known fact...”

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. "It's going to be a wet day," Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf.

"Your fur won't melt."

"I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet."

"I'll have Durnik make you some little booties."

"That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion said indignantly.”

 

TEH MENTAL IMAGE

[Crimson_Ayla]

Time for moi to depart...

 

*waveses to le twinny*

 

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“...it's as empty as a merchant's soul. Sorry, Kheldar, it's just an old expression."

"That's all right, Beldin," Silk forgave him grandly. "These little slips of the tongue are common in the very elderly.”

 

[RandA lThor]

I am so confused right now

[RandA lThor]

bye Ayla

[Crimson_Ayla]

“Belgarath and Garion effortlessly hurdled over the driftwood and loped off into the fog. "It's going to be a wet day," Garion noted soundlessly as he ran alongside the great silver wolf.

"Your fur won't melt."

"I know, but my paws get cold when they're wet."

"I'll have Durnik make you some little booties."

"That would be absolutely ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion said indignantly.”

 

TEH MENTAL IMAGE

 

*mucho lols*

 

 

*now is gone* >.>

[Nyanna al'Meara]

Bai twinneh, haz a good time!! :)

[Nyanna al'Meara]

O.O

 

Omg everything was silent in teh 'partment and suddenly moi Dad did this evil MUAHAHAHEEE snigger...I cracked up laughing which is NOT good with a cough O.o

 

*tries to stop choking*

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Someday you'll have to show me how you did that," Asharak was saying. "I found the experience interesting. My horse had hysterics, however."

"My apologies to your horse.”

[RandA lThor]

What are you quoting?

[Nyanna al'Meara]

 

"Ce'Nedra," he said patiently, "she's long and skinny, she wriggles, she doesn't have any arms or legs, and she's poisonous. By definition, she's a snake."

"...I'm bitterly disappointed in you, Prince Kheldar. She's a sweet, loving, brave little creature, and you're insulting her." He looked at her for a moment, then rose to his feet and bowed floridly to the earthenware bottle. "I'm dreadfully sorry, dear Zith," he apologized. "I can't think what came over me. Can you possible find it in your cold little green heart to forgive me?"

Zith hissed at him, a hiss ending in a curious grunt.

"She says to leave her alone," Sadi told him.

"Can you really understand what she's saying?"

"In a general sort of way, yes. Snakes have a very limited vocabulary, so it's not all that difficult to pick up a few phrases here and there." The eunuch frowned. "She's been swearing a great deal lately, though, and that's not like her. She's usually a very ladylike little snake."

"I can't believe I'm actually involved in this conversation," Silk said, shaking his head and going off down the hall toward the back of the house.”

 

[Nyanna al'Meara]

I am so confused right now

About our Belgariad-y nerdyness?

[Nyanna al'Meara]

What are you quoting?

Iz a couple of fantasy series by David Eddings. Twinneh and I just found out we haz un common love for them and we were reminiscing by shpamming Belgariad and Mallorean quotes

[RandA lThor]

Haha, OK, now I am less confused.

[Nyanna al'Meara]

 

“Mimbrates are the bravest people in the world --probably because they don't have brains enough to be afraid of anything. Garion's friend Mandorallen is totally convinced that he's invincible."

"He is," Ce'Nedra said in automatic defense of her knight. "I saw him kill a lion once with his bare hands."

"...I heard him suggest to Barak and Hettar once that the three of them attack an entire Tolnedran legion."

"Perhaps he was joking."

"Mimbrate knights don't know how to joke," Silk told him.

"I will not sit here and listen to you people insult my knight," Ce'Nedra said hotly.

"We'renot insulting hi, Ce'Nedra," Silk told her. "We're describing him. He's so noble he makes my hair hurt."

"Nobility is an alien concept to a Drasnian, I suppose," she noted.

"Not alien, Ce'Nedra. Incomprehensible.”

 

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Why do you persist in being so frivolous, Urgit?"

"Why don't we just call it a symptom of my incipient madness?"

"You're not going to go mad," she said firmly.

"Of course I'm going to go mad, mother. I'm rather looking forward to it.”

 

I rather like this Murgo

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Ce'Nedra returned, frowning and a little angry. "They won't give me their eggs, Lady Polgara," she complained. "They're sitting one them."

"You have to reach under them and take the eggs, dear."

"Won't that make them angry?"

"Are you afraid of a chicken?”

[Nyanna al'Meara]

“Misty Sendaria," Silk said ironically. "Sometimes I'm amazed that the entire kingdom doesn't rust shut.”

[Nyanna al'Meara]

"...Canst thou perhaps, Sir Knight, identify her breed?"

"She is a wolf, my Lord," Garion told him.

"A wolf!" the baron exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "We must flee ere the fearsome beast fall upon us and devour us."

It was a bit ostentatious, but sometimes thing like that impress people. Garion reached down and scratched the wolf's ears.

"...Ones advises that you stop that," the wolf told him, "unless you have a paw to spare."

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed, snatching his hand back.

"But you're not entirely sure, are you?" She bared her teeth almost in a grin.”