Am's Treasure Hunt

Am being her meanself has decided to make a treasure hunt...She's gone and switched things around inside the house. Taking personal belongings and moving them to new locations....This will also be in the book but I decided to give ya'll a sneak peek...*FYI* The reason I never put Icarus in is because I absolutely loathe the man...he's such a meanie head....*arrghhh* and he's been "captured" and is presumed to be "dead". Only Septimus knows the truth...which one which one is it...truth be told I don't even know yet.


Am walked down the craggy hall way. She hadn't slept well the night before, restless and upset she had been woken often by dreams. Now in the early morning she had gotten up and was wandering aimlessly. She stumbled over to Sven's room, he was curled up on his blanket and mattress, Ceridewn was rolled up in his arms. Sighing Am left his room. Her feet led her to the kitchen. Coffee, that's what she needed, maybe it would shake the chilled feeling left over from her vivid dreams. Dishes were piled all over the counters, smiling she picked them up and dumped them in the water basin. Everyone liked to eat, and some of them could cook, but no one liked to clean...Except maybe Ceridewn. The coffee pot gurgled to life, the viscous brew aromatic and sharp. One side of the counter was dedicated to lost objects that had been found lying around. Sven's hunting knife, Reya's canteen, Lirran ink pens. Picking up a canvas she was pretty sure Ealair had misplaced, she got to thinking...Lost items have to be found sometime. Even things you don't like have some sentimental value. If it's yours you'll want it back. An idea clicked into her head. Treasure Hunting...That would take her mind off the bad things. She went from room to room collecting things quietly from their sleeping owners:

Sven: Scarf Ceridewn made him.
Maighsi: Cookie Jar Ealair made her.
Ealair: Book of paper he uses to sketch.
Septimus: Blade Maighsi made or bought for him
Awel: Bellows he uses to heat the fires of the forge
Aureline: Fans she dances with
Aedan: Flint she uses to light fires.
Endellion: Painting Ealair painted for her.
Carr: Vial of sea water.
Ryea: Water Bowl she uses for scrying
Lirran: His Lyre
Ceridewn: Leather Cuffs Sven designed for her.
Once she had assembled the objects she turned her mind to the task of hiding each one.
Each one had to be properly placed, otherwise it would be too easy. Sven didn't go into Fyrgus's cage at all. He was afraid of the fearsome dragon(Tee Hee). Snapping her fingers she trotted off down the hall to the stables. Fyrgus's was sound asleep, restless in his dreaming.
<Tåinéir*, wake up.>
<What's wrong Dómeiå**?<
<Nothing, I need your help.>
<Anything, tåinéira.< Hefting himself up he lowered his head to her level.
"I need you to wear this for a while, and stay in here until I tell you to come out. Okay?"
He nodded, "Odd request, tåinéira. But I shall do this for you. I do however need sustenance, I need to break my fast." Giggling Am nodded and promised to return with a ham. Maighsi would look for her jar in the kitchen and her practice ring. She wouldn't go into the Water Room where she would be liable to run into Reya. Skipping off to the Chamber of water she thought of were to hide it. Maighsi hated water, she showered but that was just for hygiene and for the sake of the noses in the house, other than that she didn't touch water. The waterfall was gurgling and dancing when she walked in, walking up to the shore she reached down and touched the water. Reya's Mitchocko (Basically a Bloody great fish), Mitzy, rose to the surface. (Don't ask me how she got it up the big ass mountain they live in, all I know is that its here.)
"Goddess, how may I help you?" She gurgled. Am smiled, no matter how many times she told Mitzy not to, she always called her Goddess.
"Hey, Mitz I need your help, can you help me hide this?" Am proffered the Jar. Mitzy splashed her fins on the water, thinking,  she abruptly dived below the surface. On the far side of the pool a large Rayon (Like a water lily) glided through the water, Mitzy's scales flashed in the light. Am laughed, she would hide it in the  flower, it would close soon as it was a night blooming flower. She rubbed Mitzy's scales and tossed her a squig (Like a sardine, just tastier).
Ealair was up next to bat and Am was positive she knew the perfect place. Ealair hated anything that was frilly, girly and nancy like. Ceridewn's room was perfect. Ceridewn was a fru-fru kinda girl. Her room was decked out in lace and bows and pink trim. She also, as Am knew for a fact, had a lot of boxes where she kept her future wedding decorations. Since she was in Sven's room it was fine to take her time. As per usual, Am nearly gagged when she walked into the perfumed expanse that was all female. Am supposed it looked alright to other girls, she on the other hand preferred knives and swords and shields, and blood. Ceridewn on the other hand, fainted at a sight of blood, used Magahi's knives for cookies, and wore tutus to Weapons Practice(They look like tutus. They are so frilly and frothy....damn bows...) to the consternation of Maighsi. Popping one of the many boxes free she sorted through napkins and bows and candelabras. Too many openings to see the bottom. Putting it back she chose another one. AhHAH!  The dreaded wedding dress. It was white. But plain, just decorative pearl beading in flower shapes. Odd, thought Am. Usually everything is dripping in bows and ribbons. (This will be explained in the last chapters of the book.) Shrugging, she tucked the Sketchpad in the folds. She put the lid on, eyeing the dress as she did.
Heading to the Music Champer, Am pulled out Septimus's knife. It was made of blue steel, a rare metal found only on the path to the Gods. As Maighsi had made it, she wondered how she had gotten her hands on it. It was indestructible, and rumor said it gave its owner a gift if they were in mortal danger and desperately needed it. Rolling her eyes Am thought about the war that was raging across the nations. The Death God had his decaying hand over the heart of the world and was spreading his disease to the people. Riots broke out, people murdered others, crime was on the rise. Rubbing her head, Am picked up the pace. The Music Room was decked out in hundreds of different instruments and music sheets, Lirran was the musician, Ceridewn was the singer. Septimus hated listening to them, he was bothered by anything that was pure and beautiful. Being the Death God's son made him tainted. Made him sick. SO...this was the perfect place to put it. Am sighed wondering if it was terrible to put it in a place where he felt so disgusting.  Am knew for a fact that Septimus's heart was not a black pit, despite what he thought she knew he was as whole as she was. Chuckling to herself, as whole as anyone could be...She placed it within the piano, clicking her nails on the strings as she did so. She could play, but Lirran was beyond her, he made music live.
Am, smiled as she picked up the bellows. Awel was hers, she knew him better than she knew her twin. He hated anything that was superfluous, art in his opinion was. It didn't put food on the table, and it was a waste of time. Of course that was only for males, females on the other hand were able to create art and get away with it. He was mean to Ealair for the reason Ealair spent so much time being absorbed in his artwork. Never mind that Ealair was talented and able to sell his art. (Both Ealair and Am are funding this shindig with the battles and stuff with their art. Sighs Awel is so pigheaded.) In Awel's eyes Ealair's only redeeming trait was that he was an awesome fighter. Skilled with the sword and bow he fought hard.  Since the bellows were bulky and cumbersome Am dragged them behind her to Ealair's studio. Hers was shielded from sight by a paper curtain. She dug into the communal stores of paints and brushes. The space was too small. Sighing she raced to the paper closets. Ripping open the largest one she found what she was looking for. The top shelf had a drawer, hefting up the bellows she shoved them into the container. Sweaty from all her running around she wandered back to the kitchen to get a drink. The clock on the counter read nine o' clock. Everyone would be waking in thirty minutes. She had to hurry and finish.