Deep Roots

Chapter Eight

Lynn

"Slate! Man the hell up and go and apologise to Titan!" I yell at him, watching in a mixture of spite and concern as a bruise rapidly forms on his left cheek. Somehow he doesn't seem to notice my frustration towards and only infuriates me more when he ignores my demands and asks his own question, "Who's Titan to you Lynn?" He asks harshly as if blaming me for all of this. I grumble under my breath and take a few calming breaths then storm away, I can't handle this so I walk away.

"Seriously Slate, I can't believe I thought you were nice."

I literally can't believe I just spent over half a day with such a jerk, I honestly thought he seemed nice except for his unruly flirting, he seemed okay, normal even. Except now, my perception of him had just done full 180, it isn't normal to start viciously fighting anyone you choose. I guess in saying that though Titan had been the one to aggravate him, still that doesn't make it right.

I'm now standing by the stream lying in the bank and slowly calming my anger, I take deep breaths and try to relax every muscle in my now aching body. The hours of training had been tiring, but I didn't mind because training had me feel in control. It was a feeling I honestly enjoyed. opening my eyes I stare at the water that tumbles endlessly over the aray of pebbles, all different shapes and sizes. I've never been a big fan of water itself, but water elementals are different. This might sound wrong, but they're fun and easy to wind up, I guess that's why I enjoyed insulting Willow so much even though it got me kicked out. It was just so easy to get under her skin and too fun.

Once I finally feel as if I have replenished some of  my energy I rise to my feet and wander to the middle of the clearing, delibrately ignoring Slate's curious stare. I stretch my wings out letting the sun gleam against its golden shine. As soon as Slate realises I'm about to leave his face morphs one of urgency, "Wait, Lynn." He cries out in horror causing me to freeze, "Lynn, Lynn. Let me apologise. Please don't go." He begs. I glare at him in annoyance but the little voice in my head whispers to me at the chance of him possibility being truly sorry. So with a reluctanct sigh I fold my wings back on their previous position my back. Moving my body to face him I say with a groan, "What is it Slate?"

"I'm sorry." He says with big innocent puppy eyes as if just saying it will fix it which only irritates me.

"It's not me you should be apologising to." I snap back in a snarky voice. This makes his face fall as he realises what I mean, "Why do you care about him so much." He says with an annoyingly demanding voice.

"Slate." I warn harshly, "I don't care about him, it's just the right thing to do." I say with a sense of finality in my voice. A look of realisation flashes across his face as my words register in his mind, "Right." he mutters, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, "Right. Of course, yeah it is the right thing to do." He agrees as if only now seeing the whole picture.

I sigh, "So you'll go apologise to Slate then?" I question not hundred percent sure what he was agreeing with before. He nods while say, "I promise." causing my worries to disintergrate, for an Earth elemental's promise is nearly impossible for them to break. They're loyal and stubborn. I give him a hundred megawatt smile and add, "We only have to find him now." my words make a frown to form on his own face as if he only just relised that could be problem.

"Don't worry Slate we have all of tomorrow to find him." I comfort calmly, still feeling a slight rush of euphria from witnessing a Earth's promise. Something as rare as gold itself. He nods in understanding before I realise the time, "Oh my gosh, it's nearly past sundown, I have to go before dinner stops serving." I say in shock at how much time has passed.

"I'll meet you by the north entrance after breakfats then?" He asks even though I can tell in his voice it is more of a statement. I smile politely before flapping my wings a few times and with very little grace rise from the ground. Giving Slate a cheeking grin I yell out,"Isn't it a shame you'll be walking home." Then fly away.

A/N

Here it is, Chapter 7. Most definitly not my best work but it'll do.

-Eve