Post by Katty on Nov 5, 2011 10:07:29 GMT 10
Title: Distractions
Rating: G
Words: 283
Prompt: Distraction (#25)
Summary: The Naxen children are growing up
“A haMinch?” Gilmyn asked incredulously. “Why ever would you want one of those?”
Zenoby blushed at her brother’s teasing. “He’s wonderful, Gilmyn,” she protested. “He is kind, and intelligent, and-”
“Intelligent?” Gilmyn snorted. “Beltair is a fawning dolt who can hardly tell his hands from his feet. He’s not good enough for you!”
“You only say that because you don’t think anyone is good enough for our sister,” interjected Jacquetta, rolling her bright blue eyes. “Don’t worry, Zenoby” she reassured her sister, “I think he is very handsome.”
Gilmyn choked on his drink. “Are you even allowed to say that?” he asked, scandalised. “I thought priestesses were supposed to be, well, disinterested.”
“Shows how much you know then,” Jacquetta replied tartly. “Besides, I’m only a novice – I’m not bound by any rules yet.”
Zenoby smiled sadly at Jacquetta. “I’m going to miss you when you go to Port Legann in the spring,” she said.
Gilmyn sniffed. “You never miss me when I travel away from Corus.”
“Of course I do,” Zenoby replied, tossing a cushion at her brother. “I just never tell you, because I don’t want to inflate your head any further.”
Jacquetta leaned across and took her sister’s hand. “You could always visit,” she said. “And if your dashing knight proposes, I will come back for the wedding.” She winked.
Zenoby touched the locket Beltair had given her. “I think he just might,” she said.
Gilmyn slouched into his chair, covering his face with a cushion. “If you start with wedding talk, I am going to go and find a new place to hide,” he moaned. “I did not escape the planning of my own wedding to listen to you two discuss the same silly thing.”
“Are the plans not going well?” Zenoby asked, concerned. “Mother seemed to think they were not far from complete.”
Gilmyn uncovered his face just enough to give her a dirty look. “They are going horribly,” he muttered. “It is all I hear about! Tyran lace, pearls from Carthak, who should sit by who – and Dolsa, the reasonable, level-headed woman I fell in love with – has lost her mind over it all.”
Jacquetta patted his arm sympathetically. “I think that happens to all brides,” she said. “She’ll return to normal after the wedding, I’m sure of it.”
“I should hope so,” Gilmyn said darkly. “Otherwise I’ll volunteer myself for desert patrol.”
“And risk grandmother’s wrath?” Zenoby giggled. “You know she expects you to take Dolsa to Naxen after the wedding.”
Gilmyn nodded. “It is that dire, I swear,” he said earnestly. “In fact, I’d sooner take my Ordeal again than listen to any more of the nonsense.”
Zenoby stood, shaking her skirts out. “You stay here, then,” she said kindly. “I will go see what I can do to help.”
Rating: G
Words: 283
Prompt: Distraction (#25)
Summary: The Naxen children are growing up
“A haMinch?” Gilmyn asked incredulously. “Why ever would you want one of those?”
Zenoby blushed at her brother’s teasing. “He’s wonderful, Gilmyn,” she protested. “He is kind, and intelligent, and-”
“Intelligent?” Gilmyn snorted. “Beltair is a fawning dolt who can hardly tell his hands from his feet. He’s not good enough for you!”
“You only say that because you don’t think anyone is good enough for our sister,” interjected Jacquetta, rolling her bright blue eyes. “Don’t worry, Zenoby” she reassured her sister, “I think he is very handsome.”
Gilmyn choked on his drink. “Are you even allowed to say that?” he asked, scandalised. “I thought priestesses were supposed to be, well, disinterested.”
“Shows how much you know then,” Jacquetta replied tartly. “Besides, I’m only a novice – I’m not bound by any rules yet.”
Zenoby smiled sadly at Jacquetta. “I’m going to miss you when you go to Port Legann in the spring,” she said.
Gilmyn sniffed. “You never miss me when I travel away from Corus.”
“Of course I do,” Zenoby replied, tossing a cushion at her brother. “I just never tell you, because I don’t want to inflate your head any further.”
Jacquetta leaned across and took her sister’s hand. “You could always visit,” she said. “And if your dashing knight proposes, I will come back for the wedding.” She winked.
Zenoby touched the locket Beltair had given her. “I think he just might,” she said.
Gilmyn slouched into his chair, covering his face with a cushion. “If you start with wedding talk, I am going to go and find a new place to hide,” he moaned. “I did not escape the planning of my own wedding to listen to you two discuss the same silly thing.”
“Are the plans not going well?” Zenoby asked, concerned. “Mother seemed to think they were not far from complete.”
Gilmyn uncovered his face just enough to give her a dirty look. “They are going horribly,” he muttered. “It is all I hear about! Tyran lace, pearls from Carthak, who should sit by who – and Dolsa, the reasonable, level-headed woman I fell in love with – has lost her mind over it all.”
Jacquetta patted his arm sympathetically. “I think that happens to all brides,” she said. “She’ll return to normal after the wedding, I’m sure of it.”
“I should hope so,” Gilmyn said darkly. “Otherwise I’ll volunteer myself for desert patrol.”
“And risk grandmother’s wrath?” Zenoby giggled. “You know she expects you to take Dolsa to Naxen after the wedding.”
Gilmyn nodded. “It is that dire, I swear,” he said earnestly. “In fact, I’d sooner take my Ordeal again than listen to any more of the nonsense.”
Zenoby stood, shaking her skirts out. “You stay here, then,” she said kindly. “I will go see what I can do to help.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!