Post by wordy on Dec 3, 2012 9:06:56 GMT 10
Title: only oceans keep us apart
Rating: G
Prompt: #2 festivities
Summary: No one should spend Midwinter alone.
“They’re probably barbaric and don’t even celebrate Midwinter.”
“Vania,” scolded Lianne. Taking a deep breath, she turned and knocked on the door. A muffled voice sounded from inside. Lianne gave her sister one last look of warning, which was met with a pout, before the two of them stepped inside.
Lindhall Reed’s study was a mess of scattered boxes and books. Oddly, there were no animals in sight—alive or re-animated—so Lianne assumed that they had been sent on ahead. The man himself was digging in a desk drawer, but he smiled at the two princesses when he raised his head.
“I hope we haven’t disturbed you,” said Lianne, before he could open his mouth in greeting. “But I had heard that you would be leaving Corus shortly.”
“Why, yes, I—”
“You must take our letters to Kalasin,” Vania blurted. She stepped forward, twisting her fingers together. Her face betrayed her anxiety. “You’ll be there for Midwinter, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will,” said Lindhall. He took the bundle of letters that Lianne offered him, her smile apologetic. “I arrive in Carthak some days before, and remain for a year. Or until your father sees fit to call me home.”
“We’d appreciate it very much if you could deliver these to her,” said Lianne. “Even Jasson has written, though I can’t promise that content will be very amusing for her.”
It would be their first Midwinter without her. Without the need to look, Lianne knew that Vania was wearing her very best pleading expression. Lindhall was smiling at the bundle in his hands, running his finger over the burgundy ribbon. He had a kind face.
“I will deliver them personally,” he said.
Rating: G
Prompt: #2 festivities
Summary: No one should spend Midwinter alone.
“They’re probably barbaric and don’t even celebrate Midwinter.”
“Vania,” scolded Lianne. Taking a deep breath, she turned and knocked on the door. A muffled voice sounded from inside. Lianne gave her sister one last look of warning, which was met with a pout, before the two of them stepped inside.
Lindhall Reed’s study was a mess of scattered boxes and books. Oddly, there were no animals in sight—alive or re-animated—so Lianne assumed that they had been sent on ahead. The man himself was digging in a desk drawer, but he smiled at the two princesses when he raised his head.
“I hope we haven’t disturbed you,” said Lianne, before he could open his mouth in greeting. “But I had heard that you would be leaving Corus shortly.”
“Why, yes, I—”
“You must take our letters to Kalasin,” Vania blurted. She stepped forward, twisting her fingers together. Her face betrayed her anxiety. “You’ll be there for Midwinter, won’t you?”
“Yes, I will,” said Lindhall. He took the bundle of letters that Lianne offered him, her smile apologetic. “I arrive in Carthak some days before, and remain for a year. Or until your father sees fit to call me home.”
“We’d appreciate it very much if you could deliver these to her,” said Lianne. “Even Jasson has written, though I can’t promise that content will be very amusing for her.”
It would be their first Midwinter without her. Without the need to look, Lianne knew that Vania was wearing her very best pleading expression. Lindhall was smiling at the bundle in his hands, running his finger over the burgundy ribbon. He had a kind face.
“I will deliver them personally,” he said.