Post by rainstormamaya on Sept 18, 2009 1:51:35 GMT 10
Title: Puzzles
Rating: G
Prompt: #6, Puzzles
Words: 288
Summary: Evin doesn’t understand Dren and Daine. Yet.
Evin made new friends all the time, usually just casually, but sometimes for life, and mostly only the ones who genuinely interested him in what they had to say survived. His latest conquests, the twins –too young to be Riders, but with a hard look in the boy’s eyes and a lost look in the girl’s that shouldn’t have belonged to thirteen-year-olds- puzzled him and intrigued him, even as he smiled and pulled a roll from behind Daine’s ear to see Dren’s amazed smile.
That was one of the puzzles about them; they’d never encountered even the most basic Player troupe, and yet they could fill the bulls’-eye of the most difficult target with arrows. Dren could barely swear (an affliction Evin and Farant quickly remedied) and Daine was so shy she frequently refused to talk to anyone but Dren (a problem solved by Miri, who talked at her and required only nods or shakes of the head until Daine trusted her enough to speak.)
They contradicted themselves, all the time. Daine, so quiet and timid around people, became instantly confident and skilled among animals, coaxing songbirds out of trees, treating a pony for ear mites. Dren, so prickly when it came to his past and absurdly protective of his sister, had startling reserves of compassion and patience.
Where had they come from? Dren had once referred to walking into Tortall and clammed up quickly; Daine, when she spoke at all, had a pronounced northern accent. Onua had hired them at the horse fair in Cría, but that said nothing about their original home. Questions about family only got blank stares and silence.
Yes, they were puzzles, and Evin was going to do his utmost to solve them.
Rating: G
Prompt: #6, Puzzles
Words: 288
Summary: Evin doesn’t understand Dren and Daine. Yet.
Evin made new friends all the time, usually just casually, but sometimes for life, and mostly only the ones who genuinely interested him in what they had to say survived. His latest conquests, the twins –too young to be Riders, but with a hard look in the boy’s eyes and a lost look in the girl’s that shouldn’t have belonged to thirteen-year-olds- puzzled him and intrigued him, even as he smiled and pulled a roll from behind Daine’s ear to see Dren’s amazed smile.
That was one of the puzzles about them; they’d never encountered even the most basic Player troupe, and yet they could fill the bulls’-eye of the most difficult target with arrows. Dren could barely swear (an affliction Evin and Farant quickly remedied) and Daine was so shy she frequently refused to talk to anyone but Dren (a problem solved by Miri, who talked at her and required only nods or shakes of the head until Daine trusted her enough to speak.)
They contradicted themselves, all the time. Daine, so quiet and timid around people, became instantly confident and skilled among animals, coaxing songbirds out of trees, treating a pony for ear mites. Dren, so prickly when it came to his past and absurdly protective of his sister, had startling reserves of compassion and patience.
Where had they come from? Dren had once referred to walking into Tortall and clammed up quickly; Daine, when she spoke at all, had a pronounced northern accent. Onua had hired them at the horse fair in Cría, but that said nothing about their original home. Questions about family only got blank stares and silence.
Yes, they were puzzles, and Evin was going to do his utmost to solve them.