Post by greenie on Aug 10, 2009 19:09:18 GMT 10
Title: Beginning of a friendship
Rating: G
Prompt: Food
Summary: Minor spoilers for Bloodhound. Goodwin and Tunstall have just been paired together, but they're off to a rocky start.
A/N: This was inspired by wordy's drabble, the first line of this is hers. I think that Tunstall's Common would actually be pretty good by the time that he and Goodwin are paired together, but she did say in Bloodhound that she taught him how to use the bank when he could barely speak Common. Unless maybe they knew each other beforehand. Hmmm. *feels another fic coming on*
“What do you mean you lost him? He’s well over six feet, how do you lose a cove like that?”
Clary crossed her arms and glared at the Watch Sergeant just as much as she dared. “It’s not like I did it on purpose. He was just gone.”
The Watch Sergeant was not amused. “I’m not signing you off until I’ve seen him in here. If you want to go home, you’d better hurry up and find him.”
She could hear talking and laughter behind her from the other Dogs gathered in the kennel. She knew the sorts of things they’d be saying. It’s her. You know, the crooked one. Probably lost her temper and did the poor cove in herself. She felt her face heating up, and clenched her fists. “It’s not my fault the sarden barbarian can’t even speak basic Common properly.”
“He’s learning,” said an accented voice behind her. She turned and saw another Dog there, a Carthaki woman. “It’s hard, learning a new language, and in a new place,” she said. “He’s getting much better at it.” She fixed Clary with a look. “You could be a bit more patient with him.”
Clary was shaking – whether it was from anger or having everyone angry at her when it wasn’t her fault or embarrassment or exhaustion, she wasn’t sure. “How’m I supposed to be sarden patient with him if the scut’s not even there?” she snapped.
Anger flashed over the older Dog’s face, but then she stopped and looked Clary over, and then grinned. “Don’t get so worked up about it,” she said. “Look, he was with me and Perard last week before he was partnered with you. Did you try looking for him at the food stalls?”
Clary blinked. “The food stalls?” she repeated, unsure that she’d heard her right.
The woman nodded. “He wandered off on us a couple of times, and we always found him at the food stalls. He always seems to have room for more food, we couldn’t figure out how he gets it all in.”
“Great,” she muttered, and rolled her eyes. “Now I have to buy a sarden leash for my own partner because he can’t control minor hunger cravings.”
The other woman grinned at her, her white teeth flashing against her dark skin. “I’m Kebibi Ahuda, by the way. Come on, I’ll help you find him.”
Rating: G
Prompt: Food
Summary: Minor spoilers for Bloodhound. Goodwin and Tunstall have just been paired together, but they're off to a rocky start.
A/N: This was inspired by wordy's drabble, the first line of this is hers. I think that Tunstall's Common would actually be pretty good by the time that he and Goodwin are paired together, but she did say in Bloodhound that she taught him how to use the bank when he could barely speak Common. Unless maybe they knew each other beforehand. Hmmm. *feels another fic coming on*
“What do you mean you lost him? He’s well over six feet, how do you lose a cove like that?”
Clary crossed her arms and glared at the Watch Sergeant just as much as she dared. “It’s not like I did it on purpose. He was just gone.”
The Watch Sergeant was not amused. “I’m not signing you off until I’ve seen him in here. If you want to go home, you’d better hurry up and find him.”
She could hear talking and laughter behind her from the other Dogs gathered in the kennel. She knew the sorts of things they’d be saying. It’s her. You know, the crooked one. Probably lost her temper and did the poor cove in herself. She felt her face heating up, and clenched her fists. “It’s not my fault the sarden barbarian can’t even speak basic Common properly.”
“He’s learning,” said an accented voice behind her. She turned and saw another Dog there, a Carthaki woman. “It’s hard, learning a new language, and in a new place,” she said. “He’s getting much better at it.” She fixed Clary with a look. “You could be a bit more patient with him.”
Clary was shaking – whether it was from anger or having everyone angry at her when it wasn’t her fault or embarrassment or exhaustion, she wasn’t sure. “How’m I supposed to be sarden patient with him if the scut’s not even there?” she snapped.
Anger flashed over the older Dog’s face, but then she stopped and looked Clary over, and then grinned. “Don’t get so worked up about it,” she said. “Look, he was with me and Perard last week before he was partnered with you. Did you try looking for him at the food stalls?”
Clary blinked. “The food stalls?” she repeated, unsure that she’d heard her right.
The woman nodded. “He wandered off on us a couple of times, and we always found him at the food stalls. He always seems to have room for more food, we couldn’t figure out how he gets it all in.”
“Great,” she muttered, and rolled her eyes. “Now I have to buy a sarden leash for my own partner because he can’t control minor hunger cravings.”
The other woman grinned at her, her white teeth flashing against her dark skin. “I’m Kebibi Ahuda, by the way. Come on, I’ll help you find him.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!