Post by opalgirl on May 2, 2010 11:59:16 GMT 10
Title: Teenagers
Rating: PG
Prompt: #3- same but different.
Category: Up to 250 words
Word count: 250
Summary: Old Coram knows rather a lot about growing teenagers, even if this one is a little different.
Notes: As I know from my own adolescence, yes, they actually *are* bottomless pits when it comes to food, girls and boys alike. Also, up until some point after the end of ROTG, Raoul was Sir Raoul, not Lord Raoul.
As she stood under the too-hot, too-bright sun, leaning out over the curtain wall, Daine heard footsteps behind her. Hurriedly shaping her eyes back to human, she turned to face the Lord of Trebond. The man was big and burly--but not as huge as the giant that was Sir Raoul--and potbellied, with a well-tanned face. He spoke like a commoner, with a northerner’s burr in his voice.
“Here, lass,” the man said gruffly, pressing a round steel helmet into her hands. “Put this on, while you’re up here.”
“My lord?” She blinked at it, then at him.
“Can’t have ye hurt--or worse--on my account, now," he answered, clapping her on the shoulder good-naturedly. "The King, he'd not be pleased."
She grinned and pulled the helm down snugly on her head. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now, where’d yer tall friend get off to?”
Daine looked about for Numair and shrugged. “I don’t know, sir,” she replied, and smiled. “But if you’ve a library, I’d fair bet on him being in there.”
The lord laughed--a full, roaring sound, and shook his head. “I never did hold much wit’ titles,” he said, extending a broad, callused hand to her. “Th’ name’s Coram."
"Daine."
"Aye, I think all the land knows ye by name." He leaned against the wall. "If you're hungry, run on down the kitchens--my wife'll see ye fed. I've a lass yer age, nearabout, and she'd eat the stores down to nothin'. Never mind what her brothers do."
Rating: PG
Prompt: #3- same but different.
Category: Up to 250 words
Word count: 250
Summary: Old Coram knows rather a lot about growing teenagers, even if this one is a little different.
Notes: As I know from my own adolescence, yes, they actually *are* bottomless pits when it comes to food, girls and boys alike. Also, up until some point after the end of ROTG, Raoul was Sir Raoul, not Lord Raoul.
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As she stood under the too-hot, too-bright sun, leaning out over the curtain wall, Daine heard footsteps behind her. Hurriedly shaping her eyes back to human, she turned to face the Lord of Trebond. The man was big and burly--but not as huge as the giant that was Sir Raoul--and potbellied, with a well-tanned face. He spoke like a commoner, with a northerner’s burr in his voice.
“Here, lass,” the man said gruffly, pressing a round steel helmet into her hands. “Put this on, while you’re up here.”
“My lord?” She blinked at it, then at him.
“Can’t have ye hurt--or worse--on my account, now," he answered, clapping her on the shoulder good-naturedly. "The King, he'd not be pleased."
She grinned and pulled the helm down snugly on her head. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now, where’d yer tall friend get off to?”
Daine looked about for Numair and shrugged. “I don’t know, sir,” she replied, and smiled. “But if you’ve a library, I’d fair bet on him being in there.”
The lord laughed--a full, roaring sound, and shook his head. “I never did hold much wit’ titles,” he said, extending a broad, callused hand to her. “Th’ name’s Coram."
"Daine."
"Aye, I think all the land knows ye by name." He leaned against the wall. "If you're hungry, run on down the kitchens--my wife'll see ye fed. I've a lass yer age, nearabout, and she'd eat the stores down to nothin'. Never mind what her brothers do."