Post by boosette on May 7, 2009 5:14:25 GMT 10
Title: Fans and Hangers-on
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Gen/Futurefic
Series: Protector of the Small
Summary: Dom wants to know why Kel is on the lists as tilting Lord Wyldon again.
Notes: A ficmeme ficlet. 250 words.
"You're all right?" Dom's voice rouses Kel from her concentration; she sets her whetstone and sword down and turns.
"I can feel my shoulder again," she replies, and returns her friend's grin. The afternoon is bright and beautiful, warm with late spring. This Progress, celebrating Princess Lianokami's promotion from page to squire, has been both easier and more peaceful than the one held while Kel was a squire herself.
Dom kneels beside her. "You're on the lists again."
"My lord Wyldon is retiring after this year. If I don't win a match against him now, I'll never have the chance."
"You've tilted against him three times already."
"And lost. Three times. Already."
"I think you may have picked up a death wish from Sir Meathead," Dom replied thoughtfully.
Kel cuffed him lightly on the side of the head, then stood and put her sword away. Dom had made a career of the King's Own, and Kel a habit of riding with them. He was definitely one of the most stable parts of Kel's life, his easy companionship a welcome constant.
"You're thinking that they don't make knights like they once did," Kel said as Dom stood.
"You are one of the best tilters of your generation."
"Yes," she replied, "And this must be my impossible task. Whether or not it's also a death wish."
"Want me to patch you up after you're trounced?"
"Dom!" Kel said, imitating Neal, "It insults me that you have such little faith in me. Yes."
Rating: G
Genre: Humor/Gen/Futurefic
Series: Protector of the Small
Summary: Dom wants to know why Kel is on the lists as tilting Lord Wyldon again.
Notes: A ficmeme ficlet. 250 words.
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"You're all right?" Dom's voice rouses Kel from her concentration; she sets her whetstone and sword down and turns.
"I can feel my shoulder again," she replies, and returns her friend's grin. The afternoon is bright and beautiful, warm with late spring. This Progress, celebrating Princess Lianokami's promotion from page to squire, has been both easier and more peaceful than the one held while Kel was a squire herself.
Dom kneels beside her. "You're on the lists again."
"My lord Wyldon is retiring after this year. If I don't win a match against him now, I'll never have the chance."
"You've tilted against him three times already."
"And lost. Three times. Already."
"I think you may have picked up a death wish from Sir Meathead," Dom replied thoughtfully.
Kel cuffed him lightly on the side of the head, then stood and put her sword away. Dom had made a career of the King's Own, and Kel a habit of riding with them. He was definitely one of the most stable parts of Kel's life, his easy companionship a welcome constant.
"You're thinking that they don't make knights like they once did," Kel said as Dom stood.
"You are one of the best tilters of your generation."
"Yes," she replied, "And this must be my impossible task. Whether or not it's also a death wish."
"Want me to patch you up after you're trounced?"
"Dom!" Kel said, imitating Neal, "It insults me that you have such little faith in me. Yes."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!