Post by opalgirl on Feb 2, 2011 13:10:08 GMT 10
Title: How In The Black God's Name...
Rating: G
Prompt: #12 -- Behind Closed Doors.
Summary: A snippet at life with Coram and Rispah and the small horde of children. Coram's almost got the right name. Almost.
“—tan the hide right off yer backside, I will! Don’t think I won’t!”
Coram’s bellow echoes around the keep and Rispah frowns, thinking of where all her children are, and what they might have done to start their Da shouting like that.
Alinna’s off to Corus with Jonthair.
Her eldest son, her first-born, is off to the palace for another year as a page, and his sister is staying with Aunt Eleni and Myles in the city, getting ideas about riding with the Queen when she’s old enough, and being spoiled rotten, no doubt.
Mylec and Thom are out in the field and won’t be back ‘til nightfall.
The rest--
“Alinna!” Coram roars, interrupting her thoughts.
Her husband is shouting at a child who’s too far away to hear him.
Rispah shakes her head and gets to her feet. She was tired of the accounts, truly.
She steps out into the hall and looks down toward the big main stair—wooden, meant to be burnt to prevent attackers from getting further into the keep—just in time to hear the child in question speak.
“I’m Elena, Da,” the lass says, grinning down at her father as she perches astride the railing, skirts hiked around her knees.
Coram, standing at the landing, glares at her. Then he blinks and chuckles a little. “That you are, lassie.”
“An’ if you’re not going to call her by the right name…” Rispah starts. “I was wonderin’ why you were bellowing for Alinna, with her gone to the city.”
“Not my fault there’re so many of them,” Coram grumbles, stepping forward and picking up his daughter, lifting her off the railing.
Rispah arches her eyebrow at him as he sets the errant girl on her feet. “Oh? Because I seem to remember it was you that wanted a whole brood, laddie-me-love.”
“How in the Black God’s name is a man supposed to keep ‘em all straight, Rispah?”
The little troublemaker chooses then to speak. “Ma just yells a name ‘til the right one of us answers,” Elena tells her Da, straight-faced.
Coram looks at her; Rispah just shrugs.
Coram sighs. “I was close,” he says.
Rating: G
Prompt: #12 -- Behind Closed Doors.
Summary: A snippet at life with Coram and Rispah and the small horde of children. Coram's almost got the right name. Almost.
...
“—tan the hide right off yer backside, I will! Don’t think I won’t!”
Coram’s bellow echoes around the keep and Rispah frowns, thinking of where all her children are, and what they might have done to start their Da shouting like that.
Alinna’s off to Corus with Jonthair.
Her eldest son, her first-born, is off to the palace for another year as a page, and his sister is staying with Aunt Eleni and Myles in the city, getting ideas about riding with the Queen when she’s old enough, and being spoiled rotten, no doubt.
Mylec and Thom are out in the field and won’t be back ‘til nightfall.
The rest--
“Alinna!” Coram roars, interrupting her thoughts.
Her husband is shouting at a child who’s too far away to hear him.
Rispah shakes her head and gets to her feet. She was tired of the accounts, truly.
She steps out into the hall and looks down toward the big main stair—wooden, meant to be burnt to prevent attackers from getting further into the keep—just in time to hear the child in question speak.
“I’m Elena, Da,” the lass says, grinning down at her father as she perches astride the railing, skirts hiked around her knees.
Coram, standing at the landing, glares at her. Then he blinks and chuckles a little. “That you are, lassie.”
“An’ if you’re not going to call her by the right name…” Rispah starts. “I was wonderin’ why you were bellowing for Alinna, with her gone to the city.”
“Not my fault there’re so many of them,” Coram grumbles, stepping forward and picking up his daughter, lifting her off the railing.
Rispah arches her eyebrow at him as he sets the errant girl on her feet. “Oh? Because I seem to remember it was you that wanted a whole brood, laddie-me-love.”
“How in the Black God’s name is a man supposed to keep ‘em all straight, Rispah?”
The little troublemaker chooses then to speak. “Ma just yells a name ‘til the right one of us answers,” Elena tells her Da, straight-faced.
Coram looks at her; Rispah just shrugs.
Coram sighs. “I was close,” he says.