Post by boosette on May 2, 2009 6:26:48 GMT 10
Title: Communal Good
Rating: PG
Prompt: Switch
Category: Up to 250
Word count: 250
Summary: Lord Wyldon talks with Probationary Page Keladry.
Notes: This is the toughest story I've had to write in a long time.
Mindelan's face was blank, her shoulders settled. Wyldon sighed, inviting her into his office, then told her to sit. She did, and looked up at him.
Her eyes betrayed her nerves, if not fear. The girl showed no other signs of worry or concern; if anything, there was an eagerness about her, a desire for this meeting to be finished that Wyldon shared. She would train up well.
"Mindelan," Wyldon said, sitting. He flexed his fingers; the humidity was making his arm ache. "Would that you had been born a boy."
Nerves, still, as she tipped her head slightly in interest. Perhaps she had picked the gesture up from her birds. She began, "My Lord - "
"You are one of the best among your year-mates," Wyldon said, interrupting her. The tiniest twitch of a smile touched the corners of Mindelan's mouth, a sign of pleasure at the compliment he likely would have missed a year ago.
"Thank you, my lord," she replied.
"You have a rare knack for leadership," Wyldon continued. The girl could not keep the blush from her cheeks. Human after all, he thought. "And yet your presence has caused more disruption, distraction, and disorder than any page I have trained in my time here."
She breathed inward, not too sharply, but enough to indicate her worry.
"I must make this decision with the good of all the pages in mind."
Mindelan sat very still, and looked very small.
"Tortall is not ready for you, Keladry. Go home."
Rating: PG
Prompt: Switch
Category: Up to 250
Word count: 250
Summary: Lord Wyldon talks with Probationary Page Keladry.
Notes: This is the toughest story I've had to write in a long time.
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Mindelan's face was blank, her shoulders settled. Wyldon sighed, inviting her into his office, then told her to sit. She did, and looked up at him.
Her eyes betrayed her nerves, if not fear. The girl showed no other signs of worry or concern; if anything, there was an eagerness about her, a desire for this meeting to be finished that Wyldon shared. She would train up well.
"Mindelan," Wyldon said, sitting. He flexed his fingers; the humidity was making his arm ache. "Would that you had been born a boy."
Nerves, still, as she tipped her head slightly in interest. Perhaps she had picked the gesture up from her birds. She began, "My Lord - "
"You are one of the best among your year-mates," Wyldon said, interrupting her. The tiniest twitch of a smile touched the corners of Mindelan's mouth, a sign of pleasure at the compliment he likely would have missed a year ago.
"Thank you, my lord," she replied.
"You have a rare knack for leadership," Wyldon continued. The girl could not keep the blush from her cheeks. Human after all, he thought. "And yet your presence has caused more disruption, distraction, and disorder than any page I have trained in my time here."
She breathed inward, not too sharply, but enough to indicate her worry.
"I must make this decision with the good of all the pages in mind."
Mindelan sat very still, and looked very small.
"Tortall is not ready for you, Keladry. Go home."