Post by Shhasow on Mar 30, 2011 22:22:29 GMT 10
Title: Breaking the News, (1)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 382
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Kel is summoned home to have tea. She didn’t expect an Inquisition.
Kel couldn’t help but fidget under her mother’s pointed look. Somehow, Ilane of Mindelan always had the ability to make her feel like a little naughty girl, even when she was almost ten years a knight of Tortall.
“Your silence is not reassuring, daughter,” Ilane noted dryly as she sipped her tea.
“It’s complicated,” acknowledged Kel as her fingers traced the rim of her tea and her eyes flitted restlessly at various objects in the warm sitting room.
Her mother snorted delicately, lady-like, and Kel wished that she could somehow do the same without coming off as a great snuffling wild boar. “Men always are, yet they call us the complicated ones.”
Kel sighed heavily. “It’s really complicated.” When she had answered the summons for tea - “Do I need a reason to see my daughter?” her mother had said - Kel had hardly expected the first question to be about her love life.
When Ilane sighed, it sounded more like a cat’s purr than Kel’s porcine grunt. Kel was more than slightly envious. “Keladry, I understand.”
She blinked, a pit of queasy fear building up in her stomach. “You do?”
Her mother nodded. “Your father and I won’t put up a fuss if you’re so attached to him.” She took another sip of tea as Kel sat flabbergasted, then continued, “Goddess knows that Adalia and Oranie have advanced the Mindelans enough.”
“Wait, what?” That had certainly not been the response Kel had expected.
Ilane frowned. “I was assuming your hesitation had to do with our reaction at a commoner in the family. That is the only plausible explanation.” She held up one hand, and Kel snapped her mouth shut. “While it is not my first choice, all that matters is that you find a nice young man and be happy.”
Kel couldn’t help herself. She barely managed to set down her teacup before she dropped it as she laughed, long, loud, and heartily.
Jon was certainly not young, after all. Nor was he what her parents would consider ‘nice,’ for everything Kel had ever said to them either referenced her confusion or dismay with the monarch, though he was more than kind now.
At least he’s a man, Kel thought with grim hysteria. One out of three isn’t that bad.
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 382
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Kel is summoned home to have tea. She didn’t expect an Inquisition.
Kel couldn’t help but fidget under her mother’s pointed look. Somehow, Ilane of Mindelan always had the ability to make her feel like a little naughty girl, even when she was almost ten years a knight of Tortall.
“Your silence is not reassuring, daughter,” Ilane noted dryly as she sipped her tea.
“It’s complicated,” acknowledged Kel as her fingers traced the rim of her tea and her eyes flitted restlessly at various objects in the warm sitting room.
Her mother snorted delicately, lady-like, and Kel wished that she could somehow do the same without coming off as a great snuffling wild boar. “Men always are, yet they call us the complicated ones.”
Kel sighed heavily. “It’s really complicated.” When she had answered the summons for tea - “Do I need a reason to see my daughter?” her mother had said - Kel had hardly expected the first question to be about her love life.
When Ilane sighed, it sounded more like a cat’s purr than Kel’s porcine grunt. Kel was more than slightly envious. “Keladry, I understand.”
She blinked, a pit of queasy fear building up in her stomach. “You do?”
Her mother nodded. “Your father and I won’t put up a fuss if you’re so attached to him.” She took another sip of tea as Kel sat flabbergasted, then continued, “Goddess knows that Adalia and Oranie have advanced the Mindelans enough.”
“Wait, what?” That had certainly not been the response Kel had expected.
Ilane frowned. “I was assuming your hesitation had to do with our reaction at a commoner in the family. That is the only plausible explanation.” She held up one hand, and Kel snapped her mouth shut. “While it is not my first choice, all that matters is that you find a nice young man and be happy.”
Kel couldn’t help herself. She barely managed to set down her teacup before she dropped it as she laughed, long, loud, and heartily.
Jon was certainly not young, after all. Nor was he what her parents would consider ‘nice,’ for everything Kel had ever said to them either referenced her confusion or dismay with the monarch, though he was more than kind now.
At least he’s a man, Kel thought with grim hysteria. One out of three isn’t that bad.
QC by: wordy