Storm over Sheba (Shioni of Sheba Book 8) by Marc Secchia

Author:Marc Secchia [Secchia, Marc]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-08-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18: Remembering the Story

SHE WOKE TO SILENCE. Shioni sat up with care, recalling the last time she had found herself beneath a bed and ended up regretting it. The citadel slept. Good. Her stomach growled eagerly. Oh. How long had she slept? No wonder she had – well, had she fainted? Or just fallen asleep on her feet, in the middle of a sentence … right in front of hundreds of people and Dragons …

Scabby hyenas!

Her thoughts flowed faster than a river in rainy season. Recalling her surprise and pleasure at Lord Sehi’s unexpected appearance, it struck Shioni to wonder if anyone had thought to put the Storm Fiuri back together with the Crystal Inferno Dragons? A vital link! She recalled that her rascally twin brothers Shanu and Mikhu had been tasked with finding the Storm Fiuri suitable accommodation. Apparently, the citadel boasted the ability to make unusual habitats to suit the needs of fish people, big cats and even Fiuri.

This was a matter she should urgently set to rights. After finding that she had been put to bed fully dressed, she nipped out into the corridors with her mission firmly in mind.

About twenty minutes later, Shioni was thoroughly lost.

Lost, and annoyed.

She had wandered up and down more ornate hallways than she could count, and not paid sufficient attention to where she was going. Perhaps there might also have been an element of stubbornness involved, as in, someone called Shioni was too stubborn to ask for help when she had first realised she was most likely stumped?

“Huh. I’ll find my way,” she muttered, failing to convince anyone, least of all herself.

Right now she was strolling down a very long hallway with noticeably convex walls – surely, it was far too lengthy to be contained by the citadel at all – that was periodically broken by curtain-lined alcoves that displayed amazing artworks and creations from other worlds. One day, she told herself, she ought to properly explore this citadel and all its treasures. No wonder Rehban and Annakiya loved the place. In one alcove were fluted, highly polished metal pipes that sprayed delicately from a gleaming central stem, in another, a cluster of changing luminous beads that hung perfectly in the middle of space that depicted a muscular feline with fangs as long as her hand; here a collection of gold, platinum and bronze sceptres each with an exquisitely detailed Dragon’s head fashioned from sparkling jewels she could not even begin to identify, and next, three Fiuri seated in thoughtful poses upon a very large, stylised flower …

Shioni gasped.

“Ah, she found us,” said Iridelle, sounding disappointed.

Char grinned, “Shionelle! Up late, are we?”

Viri said, “Shionelle is most certainly not lost. Oh no. She merely walks in circles for fun.”

“You lovely pests!” Shioni laughed. “Were you waiting for me? Or, more likely, assigned to look after me?”

Char affected his most scholarly pose. “I say, is that an accusation?”

“Everyone knows how you love to wander about at odd hours of the darktime,” Viridelle suggested.

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