Alanna gazed out of the window, then sighed.
She was in Port Canynn, enjoying herself since she had the big war with the Stormwings in Scanra, and a week later, she has to go to Galla for a treaty! She wondered when she could stay put somewhere for at least a month, instead of going to different countries every two weeks. She had a horrible flu, and she didn't want to cure it, so she was like that for a week. It had grown worst, and she still didn't want to! George was rushing around her, worried like anything. She smiled. He would do anything for her. But duties were duties. She had to be well by Thursday and leave to Galla. For a stupid reason which i'm not involved in at all, she muttered. The treaty was to solve the problems inbetween the fishers, with something about people stealing fish and Alanna didn't understand what she had to do with it.
Jonathan said she was representing Tortall, and it was friendlier and better to bring her along. But she wouldn't go. No way, she thought. She grabbed a pen and wrote a short letter to Jonathan, expressing her feeling to stay. George came in and told her to go to bed right away.
- So, I'm your child now huh?? she teased
- No, but you are to be put to bed for your health. What?? You wrote to Jon, for what??
- I'm staying right here, and I'm not going to any treaty in Galla.
- Well, that's great! At least I can keep you to myself a little longer!
~By Natalie of Silvermoon
