Post by pandora on Sept 22, 2011 11:43:44 GMT 10
Title: Something Small and Fleeting
Rating: PG
Word Count: 396
Card: Winter
Bingo: Celebrate, Silver, Winter, Unexpected Gift, Together
Summary: Newly knighted Sir Owen is to escort Lady Margarry to the ball.
A/N: I’m worried Owen isn’t very Owen-ish, but Margarry makes him nervous so he’s a little less jolly than usual. Also, if Margarry seems a little less than pleasant it’s just that she’s been unknowingly cross at Owen all day because she didn’t received a gift.
She stood in front of her door in the chilled hall, as the newly knighted Sir Owen of Jeslaw shifted nervously in front of her.
"I meant to give this to you this morning,” he stammered, “but then I was leaving just now and saw it was still on my desk. The box is so small I missed giving it to the servants last night.”
He was right, Margarry thought, accepting the box, haphazardly wrapped in blue paper. It was very small. And very light. She resisted the urge to shake the parcel. The ribbon was pretty at least.
The ribbon safely stowed in her gown’s hidden pocket, Margarry slipped off the paper and opened the box. Inside lay a small pendant on a delicate silver chain. The pendant itself was what looked like... a leaf? It was pretty; she could admit that, although she wasn't quite sure of the significance.
"It's from the day we met; the apple leaf,” Owen explained. “Your father was showing me the orchards. I… It was in my hair, and you pulled it out and gave it back to me.” He fidgeted as he spoke, watching the ground and wringing his hands. “And I... I kept it. I wanted to give you something really special, and so I... I wanted you to have this. They cast it in silver. I almost got it in gold but I remembered you wear silver more.”
She stared at the silver leaf in awe. Something so small, so fleeting; just a passing moment, and he had kept it all this time. It didn't make sense.
Then Margarry looked at Owen, really looked at him, and suddenly it did make sense after all.
Owen, never one to mask his feelings, was starting to look panicked. "You don't have to wear it," he assured her quickly, "not if you don't want to. Perhaps we should go to the ball now?"
“We could go to the ball,” she agreed, quietly, “or we could just celebrate Midwinter here.”
"Here?" looks around the dark hallway in confusion.
"Well, not here" she stepped back and pushed open her door. "I thought we could celebrate in here. Together."
Owen's eyes almost popped from his head as he comprehended what she was suggesting. "Your father... L-Lord Wyldon…"
Margarry smiled as she drew him inside. "We'll speak to my father in the morning."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 396
Card: Winter
Bingo: Celebrate, Silver, Winter, Unexpected Gift, Together
Summary: Newly knighted Sir Owen is to escort Lady Margarry to the ball.
A/N: I’m worried Owen isn’t very Owen-ish, but Margarry makes him nervous so he’s a little less jolly than usual. Also, if Margarry seems a little less than pleasant it’s just that she’s been unknowingly cross at Owen all day because she didn’t received a gift.
She stood in front of her door in the chilled hall, as the newly knighted Sir Owen of Jeslaw shifted nervously in front of her.
"I meant to give this to you this morning,” he stammered, “but then I was leaving just now and saw it was still on my desk. The box is so small I missed giving it to the servants last night.”
He was right, Margarry thought, accepting the box, haphazardly wrapped in blue paper. It was very small. And very light. She resisted the urge to shake the parcel. The ribbon was pretty at least.
The ribbon safely stowed in her gown’s hidden pocket, Margarry slipped off the paper and opened the box. Inside lay a small pendant on a delicate silver chain. The pendant itself was what looked like... a leaf? It was pretty; she could admit that, although she wasn't quite sure of the significance.
"It's from the day we met; the apple leaf,” Owen explained. “Your father was showing me the orchards. I… It was in my hair, and you pulled it out and gave it back to me.” He fidgeted as he spoke, watching the ground and wringing his hands. “And I... I kept it. I wanted to give you something really special, and so I... I wanted you to have this. They cast it in silver. I almost got it in gold but I remembered you wear silver more.”
She stared at the silver leaf in awe. Something so small, so fleeting; just a passing moment, and he had kept it all this time. It didn't make sense.
Then Margarry looked at Owen, really looked at him, and suddenly it did make sense after all.
Owen, never one to mask his feelings, was starting to look panicked. "You don't have to wear it," he assured her quickly, "not if you don't want to. Perhaps we should go to the ball now?"
“We could go to the ball,” she agreed, quietly, “or we could just celebrate Midwinter here.”
"Here?" looks around the dark hallway in confusion.
"Well, not here" she stepped back and pushed open her door. "I thought we could celebrate in here. Together."
Owen's eyes almost popped from his head as he comprehended what she was suggesting. "Your father... L-Lord Wyldon…"
Margarry smiled as she drew him inside. "We'll speak to my father in the morning."