Post by Muse on Dec 13, 2011 4:49:18 GMT 10
For: Pandora
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(I hope no one minds that I've uploaded to the Ficmas Area even though it is Dec. 12th. If so, please please feel free to delete this or move it to the regular Tortall Fanfiction area!)
From: Muse
Title: Nine Ladies Dancing, or, Wherein Evin Gets Rejected Nine Times in Various Ways.
Rating: PG-13
Wishlist Item: #1 - Evin!
Summary:It’s Midwinter in Corus and Evin just can't get a break. Nine rejections hurts a man, regardless of how oddly said rejection occurs. Part nine of “The Twelve Days of Mischief...or, It Came Upon a Midwinter Weird”.
Nine Ladies Dancing...or, Wherein Evin Gets Rejected Nine Times In Various Ways.
“…I still don’t understand what you’re saying,” Miri informed Evin, daintily picking up her skirts to descend the staircase into the ballroom. “I mean, the word ‘swan’ keeps getting repeated but the overall concept escapes me.”
Evin sighed in frustration and patted Miri’s hand where she lightly held onto his elbow. “You have to listen, Miri, or they will be out to get you. They will get you, because you aren’t paying attention! The swans are dangerous, Miri, very, very dangerous and you can’t let your guard down! Queenscove is a dangerous man!”
“See, there you go again,” Miri told him. “It all sounds very suspicious, Evin, I don’t know.”
“You’re missing the point!” Evin insisted. “The Own is about to prank us and it’s going to involve swans and Queenscove is at the bottom of it, I know it!”
“Oh look,” Miri mentioned, clearly tuning Evin out as they reached the bottom of the staircase. “It’s Lord Turomot; I might ask for another dance, since the last one was slightly, well, ruined.”
Evin’s jaw dropped as Miri swept away, her rose colored dress flaring out behind her slightly. She wasn’t going to dance with him, and worse, she clearly wasn’t worried about the absolute havoc about to be brought down on the Riders by the Own and their evil swans.
And she was the one always talking about group loyalty.
Fine. He could get help himself.
The problem had a fairly simple answer, as far as Evin was concerned. Obviously, as the past week had shown, there simply were not enough riders to keep a vigilant watch and prevent the Own from committing their dastardly deeds.
He would have to obtain some bodyguards...but whom?
Evin glanced around the ballroom. It couldn't be too obvious, and he would not trust anyone in the Own to keep his secrets, even though double crossing and secret agents still sounded like a good idea to him. Knights had a bad sense of humor, and the palace guard had by and large grown un-amused with what they called 'those Rider antics'.
So. It would have to be someone they didn’t expect.
Evin claimed his first dance with Daine; it seemed as though he and the Wildmage were always running off in opposite directions, and he rather missed the cheerful woman. The thought that she might be able to help him out struck him suddenly.
He began explaining his predicament, but the moment he mentioned swans, Daine cut him off.
“Swans aren’t that bad, Evin, honest,” she patted his shoulder gently. “Its like you’re prejudiced or something. I know you don’t like birds after that one incident with Dom, but those were geese.”
“I think you’re missing the poin—“ Evin tried, but Daine continued.
“They were angry too. Angry geese are nasty.”
Evin gave up. Maybe his next dance partner would be more helpful.
“Erm, I’m a little busy at the moment,” Thayet made a face. “The Carthaki ambassador is here, you know…”
Evin sighed. His predicament must not be clear enough.
Talking to Buri was not much better. After stepping on his toes three times, Evin asked her about helping the Riders out. “You know, like a body guard babe like in all the old Plays…”
Buri stopped dead, mid-waltz. “You want me to be a what?”
Somehow, during the next song, Evin ended up with Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop on her arm. She smiled at him, which was generally a good indicator that the knight was in a good mood.
However, after explaining his ideas using words like great, terrible, and horrifying, Alanna laughed in his face.
“Swans, laddybuck? There are far worse things in the world than swans. And aren’t you a military unit?”
Evin mentally crossed another name off his list.
The highlight of many people’s night would be dancing with the Princess of the realm. However, Evin was less inclined to this, however, because he ended up getting shot down twice in a row.
“You know, you’re very handy with that, er, big pointy stick thing you use,” Evin mentioned to Shinkokami. “I bet you’d be amazing as a bodyguard.”
“It’s a glaive, not a big pointy stick.” Shinko informed him crisply. “And no, you can’t borrow my fan.”
If possible, Evin had even less success with Kalasin. He managed to snag her hand for a dance, but it was a reel and they only managed to exchange a few words breathlessly as they whirled past each other on the floor.
“Um, Carthaki ambassadors,” she reminded him when they spun. “Also, Fal’s waiting for me behind that tapestry,” she cocked her head to the left. “So.”
Evin didn’t even get the chance to ask Onua. As he approached her, before he even said a word, she shook her head at him. “No. Absolutely not. Buri warned me about you, Evin Larse.”
Resolving to put something squishy and revolting in Buri’s bed, Evin turned and began looking for someone else to ask.
It was nearly the end of the evening when Evin ran into Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan and Lady Yukimi near the door. He was about to give up and leave when he spotted them, and trotted up.
“Would you ladies mind helping me out?” Evin asked, quickly outlining how the Own must be plotting some dastardly deed. “Basically, you would be helping us to guard against a most vicious, horrid, terrrible foe dangerous to all of mankind. What do you say?”
Kel eyed him, a pondering expression on her face. “Does this have anything to do with that thing from yesterday?” she wondered.
“What thing from yesterday…” Evin asked slowly.
Yuki tapped Kel’s arm with her fan. “I think it goes with what Neal was talking about—“
Evin’s jaw dropped. “He’s converted you! You’re one of the enemy!”
Kel frowned. “Wait, what are you—“
“Enemy!!” Evin turned and bolted.
Really, people were so unhelpful these days. What had he done to deserve this?
More Days of Ficmas Goodness for your pleasure!
(I hope no one minds that I've uploaded to the Ficmas Area even though it is Dec. 12th. If so, please please feel free to delete this or move it to the regular Tortall Fanfiction area!)
From: Muse
Title: Nine Ladies Dancing, or, Wherein Evin Gets Rejected Nine Times in Various Ways.
Rating: PG-13
Wishlist Item: #1 - Evin!
Summary:It’s Midwinter in Corus and Evin just can't get a break. Nine rejections hurts a man, regardless of how oddly said rejection occurs. Part nine of “The Twelve Days of Mischief...or, It Came Upon a Midwinter Weird”.
Nine Ladies Dancing...or, Wherein Evin Gets Rejected Nine Times In Various Ways.
“…I still don’t understand what you’re saying,” Miri informed Evin, daintily picking up her skirts to descend the staircase into the ballroom. “I mean, the word ‘swan’ keeps getting repeated but the overall concept escapes me.”
Evin sighed in frustration and patted Miri’s hand where she lightly held onto his elbow. “You have to listen, Miri, or they will be out to get you. They will get you, because you aren’t paying attention! The swans are dangerous, Miri, very, very dangerous and you can’t let your guard down! Queenscove is a dangerous man!”
“See, there you go again,” Miri told him. “It all sounds very suspicious, Evin, I don’t know.”
“You’re missing the point!” Evin insisted. “The Own is about to prank us and it’s going to involve swans and Queenscove is at the bottom of it, I know it!”
“Oh look,” Miri mentioned, clearly tuning Evin out as they reached the bottom of the staircase. “It’s Lord Turomot; I might ask for another dance, since the last one was slightly, well, ruined.”
Evin’s jaw dropped as Miri swept away, her rose colored dress flaring out behind her slightly. She wasn’t going to dance with him, and worse, she clearly wasn’t worried about the absolute havoc about to be brought down on the Riders by the Own and their evil swans.
And she was the one always talking about group loyalty.
Fine. He could get help himself.
The problem had a fairly simple answer, as far as Evin was concerned. Obviously, as the past week had shown, there simply were not enough riders to keep a vigilant watch and prevent the Own from committing their dastardly deeds.
He would have to obtain some bodyguards...but whom?
Evin glanced around the ballroom. It couldn't be too obvious, and he would not trust anyone in the Own to keep his secrets, even though double crossing and secret agents still sounded like a good idea to him. Knights had a bad sense of humor, and the palace guard had by and large grown un-amused with what they called 'those Rider antics'.
So. It would have to be someone they didn’t expect.
Evin claimed his first dance with Daine; it seemed as though he and the Wildmage were always running off in opposite directions, and he rather missed the cheerful woman. The thought that she might be able to help him out struck him suddenly.
He began explaining his predicament, but the moment he mentioned swans, Daine cut him off.
“Swans aren’t that bad, Evin, honest,” she patted his shoulder gently. “Its like you’re prejudiced or something. I know you don’t like birds after that one incident with Dom, but those were geese.”
“I think you’re missing the poin—“ Evin tried, but Daine continued.
“They were angry too. Angry geese are nasty.”
Evin gave up. Maybe his next dance partner would be more helpful.
“Erm, I’m a little busy at the moment,” Thayet made a face. “The Carthaki ambassador is here, you know…”
Evin sighed. His predicament must not be clear enough.
Talking to Buri was not much better. After stepping on his toes three times, Evin asked her about helping the Riders out. “You know, like a body guard babe like in all the old Plays…”
Buri stopped dead, mid-waltz. “You want me to be a what?”
Somehow, during the next song, Evin ended up with Alanna of Pirate’s Swoop on her arm. She smiled at him, which was generally a good indicator that the knight was in a good mood.
However, after explaining his ideas using words like great, terrible, and horrifying, Alanna laughed in his face.
“Swans, laddybuck? There are far worse things in the world than swans. And aren’t you a military unit?”
Evin mentally crossed another name off his list.
The highlight of many people’s night would be dancing with the Princess of the realm. However, Evin was less inclined to this, however, because he ended up getting shot down twice in a row.
“You know, you’re very handy with that, er, big pointy stick thing you use,” Evin mentioned to Shinkokami. “I bet you’d be amazing as a bodyguard.”
“It’s a glaive, not a big pointy stick.” Shinko informed him crisply. “And no, you can’t borrow my fan.”
If possible, Evin had even less success with Kalasin. He managed to snag her hand for a dance, but it was a reel and they only managed to exchange a few words breathlessly as they whirled past each other on the floor.
“Um, Carthaki ambassadors,” she reminded him when they spun. “Also, Fal’s waiting for me behind that tapestry,” she cocked her head to the left. “So.”
Evin didn’t even get the chance to ask Onua. As he approached her, before he even said a word, she shook her head at him. “No. Absolutely not. Buri warned me about you, Evin Larse.”
Resolving to put something squishy and revolting in Buri’s bed, Evin turned and began looking for someone else to ask.
It was nearly the end of the evening when Evin ran into Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan and Lady Yukimi near the door. He was about to give up and leave when he spotted them, and trotted up.
“Would you ladies mind helping me out?” Evin asked, quickly outlining how the Own must be plotting some dastardly deed. “Basically, you would be helping us to guard against a most vicious, horrid, terrrible foe dangerous to all of mankind. What do you say?”
Kel eyed him, a pondering expression on her face. “Does this have anything to do with that thing from yesterday?” she wondered.
“What thing from yesterday…” Evin asked slowly.
Yuki tapped Kel’s arm with her fan. “I think it goes with what Neal was talking about—“
Evin’s jaw dropped. “He’s converted you! You’re one of the enemy!”
Kel frowned. “Wait, what are you—“
“Enemy!!” Evin turned and bolted.
Really, people were so unhelpful these days. What had he done to deserve this?