Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 11, 2010 8:00:22 GMT 10
Title: Chosen
Rating: PG
Length: about 280 words
Competitor: Sabine of Macayhill
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Sabine's a squire now; fortunately, she finds a post.
Sabine found Kel at the practice yard. She waited, lounging against the fence, while Kel finished a pattern dance with her glaive. Lord Wyldon didn't approve of Kel's favorite weapon, so during most of the year, she could use it only in the privacy of her rooms. In July, though, the training master and most of the pages were away from the palace. As she had the year before, Kel was taking advantage of the long days and the relative freedom.
With one final slice, Kel brought her glaive to rest and stood, panting. “Sabine!” she called, surprised. She had been so focused, she didn't notice the other girl's arrival.
Sabine stood up straighter, uncrossing her arms. “I could watch you do that all day.”
Kel pushed sweat-matted hair out of her face. “I couldn't do it all day. Especially in this heat.” She eyed Sabine's clothing: dyed linen breeches, clean shirt, sleeveless summer tunic in a shade of green that made her tan skin seem to glow. “What's up?”
“Lalasa said I'd find you here. I wanted you to be the first to know, I'm staying in Corus for the next four years.”
“What? You're staying a palace squire?” Something terrifying occurred to Kel. “Or did you get picked by a desk knight? Sir Gareth? Lord Myles?”
“No, ducknob.” Sabine grinned. “I'm not staying in the palace. I'll be in Corus, itself. I'm squire to the Lord Provost.”
Kel blinked, dumbfounded. At last she found her voice. “We'll still see each other, then?”
Sabine's shrug didn't hide the look of genuine happiness on her face. “I expect so.”
Kel found herself grinning, too.
Rating: PG
Length: about 280 words
Competitor: Sabine of Macayhill
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Sabine's a squire now; fortunately, she finds a post.
Sabine found Kel at the practice yard. She waited, lounging against the fence, while Kel finished a pattern dance with her glaive. Lord Wyldon didn't approve of Kel's favorite weapon, so during most of the year, she could use it only in the privacy of her rooms. In July, though, the training master and most of the pages were away from the palace. As she had the year before, Kel was taking advantage of the long days and the relative freedom.
With one final slice, Kel brought her glaive to rest and stood, panting. “Sabine!” she called, surprised. She had been so focused, she didn't notice the other girl's arrival.
Sabine stood up straighter, uncrossing her arms. “I could watch you do that all day.”
Kel pushed sweat-matted hair out of her face. “I couldn't do it all day. Especially in this heat.” She eyed Sabine's clothing: dyed linen breeches, clean shirt, sleeveless summer tunic in a shade of green that made her tan skin seem to glow. “What's up?”
“Lalasa said I'd find you here. I wanted you to be the first to know, I'm staying in Corus for the next four years.”
“What? You're staying a palace squire?” Something terrifying occurred to Kel. “Or did you get picked by a desk knight? Sir Gareth? Lord Myles?”
“No, ducknob.” Sabine grinned. “I'm not staying in the palace. I'll be in Corus, itself. I'm squire to the Lord Provost.”
Kel blinked, dumbfounded. At last she found her voice. “We'll still see each other, then?”
Sabine's shrug didn't hide the look of genuine happiness on her face. “I expect so.”
Kel found herself grinning, too.