Post by Rachy on Mar 25, 2010 17:14:00 GMT 10
Title: Dance Away
Rating: PG
Prompt: #18, Spirit
Summary: Emelan, WOTE implied spoilers?
Yazmin leaves the Duke.
(My take of why no mention of Yazmin in WOTE when Magic Steps left it so promisingly )
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His eyes were focused across the room, ignoring the satisfied smile on his great niece’s face. He watched the gracefulness of her form, ribbon like as she twirled and twisted across the floor, next to Pasco, who for all the boy had merit, was dull in comparison. She was a spirited butterfly, even amongst the younget of his courtiers and Sandry. He was the first to stand and applaud, her curtsey coyly reflecting the smile on her face, and he offered his arm to her and led her out of the room.
“You were a delight as ever.” He smiled.
“Your Grace is too kind.” She laughed, smiling. “ I hope the King of Sotat is as kind.” She pulled her arm away from his, and rested her hand on it instead, drawing him into the corridor.
“I thought you’d retired.” He said softly.
“ A favour to an old friend.” A bitter smile flickered across her face, and her eyes saddened at his downcast look. “We knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we, Vedris?”
“I know. I had hoped.” He takes the bitterness from his voice with a smile. “The King will be lucky to have your presence. When do you leave?”
“In a week. I’ll return in a year, closer to Longnight.”
He pulls another smile to his face, and keeps it on his face as he chastely kisses her cheek goodbye, not allowing himself a lingering touch on her cheek, or to see the tear sparkle in the corner of her eye.
He knew when Sandry introduced her that she had spirit. Was known for being a spirited dancer. He had never thought that her spirit would lead her to dance away from him.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #18, Spirit
Summary: Emelan, WOTE implied spoilers?
Yazmin leaves the Duke.
(My take of why no mention of Yazmin in WOTE when Magic Steps left it so promisingly )
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His eyes were focused across the room, ignoring the satisfied smile on his great niece’s face. He watched the gracefulness of her form, ribbon like as she twirled and twisted across the floor, next to Pasco, who for all the boy had merit, was dull in comparison. She was a spirited butterfly, even amongst the younget of his courtiers and Sandry. He was the first to stand and applaud, her curtsey coyly reflecting the smile on her face, and he offered his arm to her and led her out of the room.
“You were a delight as ever.” He smiled.
“Your Grace is too kind.” She laughed, smiling. “ I hope the King of Sotat is as kind.” She pulled her arm away from his, and rested her hand on it instead, drawing him into the corridor.
“I thought you’d retired.” He said softly.
“ A favour to an old friend.” A bitter smile flickered across her face, and her eyes saddened at his downcast look. “We knew this wouldn’t last forever, didn’t we, Vedris?”
“I know. I had hoped.” He takes the bitterness from his voice with a smile. “The King will be lucky to have your presence. When do you leave?”
“In a week. I’ll return in a year, closer to Longnight.”
He pulls another smile to his face, and keeps it on his face as he chastely kisses her cheek goodbye, not allowing himself a lingering touch on her cheek, or to see the tear sparkle in the corner of her eye.
He knew when Sandry introduced her that she had spirit. Was known for being a spirited dancer. He had never thought that her spirit would lead her to dance away from him.