Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2011 13:12:43 GMT 10
Title: Rivals
Rating: G
Word Count: 491
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Crane and Rosethorn will never stop competing.
"That lady -- the one with the fox-fur bag."
"You want me to steal --"
"-- ask -- "
" -- steal perfume from the Lady Katerine du Luca-- "
" -- ask her. How else will we know who got her perfume mix right? She'll listen to you. You're one of them... Isas?"
"...Very well -- if I must to prove I was correct."
"Don't forget who won last time."
"I have not. I'll remedy that. Lady Katerine..."
Later...
"Your smirk somehow manages to be more annoying than a victory dance. Will you stop it?"
"I am not gloating, Niva. It is unseemly."
"Exactly."
- : -
The bird lay with its wings secured by splints. Shocks of newly grown feathers formed short, gray tufts over healed wounds. On one side of the room, Niva raised an eyebrow. Isas smirked return and moved aside to reveal his patient, a ball of fuzzy brown feathers and huge liquid eyes. Its uncertain chirping filled the air.
Niva merely frowned, crossing to the basket on his workbench to peer at the recovering sparrow. Her frown deepened and she gestured to a small indent at its heart. In a moment, she had whipped out a vial of crystalline-blue serum, a few drops fell softly where she'd gestured.
The scent of larkspurs pervaded the novices' shared workroom, and before their eyes, the indent began rising, until the bird's chest was back to normal.
Only then did Niva meet Isas's frustrated gaze, the undisputedly superior medicine in her hand.
- : -
"Osprey has recently been recognized by the duke for her role in eradicating the recent potato sickness," Crane said nonchalantly.
"Really -- I hadn't heard. I was busy in the North, dealing with the recent wilting wheat. I don't know what I would have done," the capable Rosethorn admitted, "if Briar hadn't discovered the treachery from Pineridge."
Osprey and Briar followed the strands of the conversation, hands busy but eyes alert.
"I did hear that news. Osprey was put in charge of discovering a detection for the poison in the ground while we found the cure."
As they cleaned up, the true debate began: "Osprey's tomato-oak has never been thought of before."
"Of course you would find nothing wrong with doing that to a plant," Rosethorn snapped. "It was sickly and starved and wouldn't grow outside your monstrosity of a greenhouse. Briar's cinnamon is much stronger."
"It has been grown before," Crane pointed out.
The apprentices looked up, Briar wide-eyed, Osprey resigned.
"They're arguing over... which of our plants is stranger?" Briar said slowly.
"So has --" Rosethorn began, and broke off as Daja practically fell into the greenhouse, a vine of copper metal blooming what looked like six-sided stars wrapped around her wrist.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but Tris and Sandry and I were trying to make the ore as malleable as thread and Briar said you were in the glasshouse so..."
"Frostpine wins," Briar said wickedly.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 491
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Crane and Rosethorn will never stop competing.
"That lady -- the one with the fox-fur bag."
"You want me to steal --"
"-- ask -- "
" -- steal perfume from the Lady Katerine du Luca-- "
" -- ask her. How else will we know who got her perfume mix right? She'll listen to you. You're one of them... Isas?"
"...Very well -- if I must to prove I was correct."
"Don't forget who won last time."
"I have not. I'll remedy that. Lady Katerine..."
Later...
"Your smirk somehow manages to be more annoying than a victory dance. Will you stop it?"
"I am not gloating, Niva. It is unseemly."
"Exactly."
- : -
The bird lay with its wings secured by splints. Shocks of newly grown feathers formed short, gray tufts over healed wounds. On one side of the room, Niva raised an eyebrow. Isas smirked return and moved aside to reveal his patient, a ball of fuzzy brown feathers and huge liquid eyes. Its uncertain chirping filled the air.
Niva merely frowned, crossing to the basket on his workbench to peer at the recovering sparrow. Her frown deepened and she gestured to a small indent at its heart. In a moment, she had whipped out a vial of crystalline-blue serum, a few drops fell softly where she'd gestured.
The scent of larkspurs pervaded the novices' shared workroom, and before their eyes, the indent began rising, until the bird's chest was back to normal.
Only then did Niva meet Isas's frustrated gaze, the undisputedly superior medicine in her hand.
- : -
"Osprey has recently been recognized by the duke for her role in eradicating the recent potato sickness," Crane said nonchalantly.
"Really -- I hadn't heard. I was busy in the North, dealing with the recent wilting wheat. I don't know what I would have done," the capable Rosethorn admitted, "if Briar hadn't discovered the treachery from Pineridge."
Osprey and Briar followed the strands of the conversation, hands busy but eyes alert.
"I did hear that news. Osprey was put in charge of discovering a detection for the poison in the ground while we found the cure."
As they cleaned up, the true debate began: "Osprey's tomato-oak has never been thought of before."
"Of course you would find nothing wrong with doing that to a plant," Rosethorn snapped. "It was sickly and starved and wouldn't grow outside your monstrosity of a greenhouse. Briar's cinnamon is much stronger."
"It has been grown before," Crane pointed out.
The apprentices looked up, Briar wide-eyed, Osprey resigned.
"They're arguing over... which of our plants is stranger?" Briar said slowly.
"So has --" Rosethorn began, and broke off as Daja practically fell into the greenhouse, a vine of copper metal blooming what looked like six-sided stars wrapped around her wrist.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but Tris and Sandry and I were trying to make the ore as malleable as thread and Briar said you were in the glasshouse so..."
"Frostpine wins," Briar said wickedly.
QC by: journeycat