Post by EymberFyire on Mar 31, 2010 15:27:55 GMT 10
Title: Commonalities
Rating: PG
Length: 707
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: The return of Iden, because I love him.
A month after the harvest and Owen finds himself in a row of recently knighted men out in the training-yards usually used by the Riders. The autumn breeze is making the pennants of the castle crack like the tail of a whip, loud enough to hear even this far away. The sun is strong, but welcome on such a blustery day, and Owen turns to his left to regard his lithe, elegant kinsman.
“You would think with the war so recently ended they would let us lounge for a bit, wouldn’t you Sir Owen?” Iden’s drawl is as caustic as ever, and Owen shakes his head at him.
The best bet when dealing with his whimsical cousin was to ignore his eccentricies. “Any idea why we’re out here Iden?”
Iden looked around, feigning confusion. “What was that? I believe someone addressed me, but how ever am I to know since they used no title?” His straight, fine hair flopped over his forehead and he pushed it to the side, his hazel eyes dramatically wide.
Owen sighed patiently and repeated his question. “Any idea why we’re out here, Sir Iden?”
Iden’s full lips quirk into a smile. “Oh, you’re addressing me! Other than taking in the local sights?” His long lashed eyes flick over the group of young Knights around them. “Well, since you were so kind to ask me I suppose I can tell you – The lovely commander of Group Askew is training us to use their recurve bows. Something to do with being able to fire from horseback with them.”
Buri herself strides out of the Rider mess nearby, and Owen considers the small, stocky woman that married Lord Raoul. Kel had been spending a lot of time with her recently, and had the K’miri not been married to her former knight-master, Owen would have been disastrously jealous. Now he was merely curious as to what fascinated her so much.
He and Iden are assigned to the same target to practice, and it gives them enough privacy to talk. They spent time catching up. It has been a long time since they could speak freely.
“Have you told her yet?” Iden takes a shot, missing the target entirely and frowns.
“No. Have you told Ragnald?” Owen hits the outside ring and frowns in annoyance.
“Ah, Ragnald was but a flight of boyish fancy. Other things occupy me now.”
Owen turns, but Iden is pointedly ignoring him now. When he finally turns away, Iden speaks again. “You really ought to tell her. Otherwise our fine arms-mistress is going to steal her away.”
Owen jerks so hard his arrow flies onto the target next to theirs. The two knights at the target he hit turn slowly to stare at him. He pretends not to notice, but his hands are shaking as he reloads his bow.
“Buri is married to Raoul. Kel would never do that to him.”
“Are you sure all is as it seems, cousin?”
“Kel has too much honor for that.” The certainty in his voice is fading though, and he turns to Iden. “What do you know?”
“Just that the marriage is one of convenience.” Iden lets loose another arrow, this one hitting near the center of the target. “And that Kel reminds Buri of a woman she knew once when she was young. Something about fiery idealism of youth without the petty hindrances of royal blood.”
Owen blinks several times before finding his voice. “And Lord Raoul is… How do you know all of this?”
Iden merely smirks.
Owen gapes at him incredulously for a moment before turning back to the target. “That was something I never needed to know.”
When he reaches for another arrow Iden stops him. His Hazel eyes are unusually serious. “Owen. Tell her. In the name of all of the Gods, tell her or you’re going to loose her to this one. They are kindred souls.”
Owen draws away gently to fire at the target again, but it is very hard not to turn towards a small brown figure less than fifty paces away. Training accidents were so unfortunately common.
Rating: PG
Length: 707
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: The return of Iden, because I love him.
A month after the harvest and Owen finds himself in a row of recently knighted men out in the training-yards usually used by the Riders. The autumn breeze is making the pennants of the castle crack like the tail of a whip, loud enough to hear even this far away. The sun is strong, but welcome on such a blustery day, and Owen turns to his left to regard his lithe, elegant kinsman.
“You would think with the war so recently ended they would let us lounge for a bit, wouldn’t you Sir Owen?” Iden’s drawl is as caustic as ever, and Owen shakes his head at him.
The best bet when dealing with his whimsical cousin was to ignore his eccentricies. “Any idea why we’re out here Iden?”
Iden looked around, feigning confusion. “What was that? I believe someone addressed me, but how ever am I to know since they used no title?” His straight, fine hair flopped over his forehead and he pushed it to the side, his hazel eyes dramatically wide.
Owen sighed patiently and repeated his question. “Any idea why we’re out here, Sir Iden?”
Iden’s full lips quirk into a smile. “Oh, you’re addressing me! Other than taking in the local sights?” His long lashed eyes flick over the group of young Knights around them. “Well, since you were so kind to ask me I suppose I can tell you – The lovely commander of Group Askew is training us to use their recurve bows. Something to do with being able to fire from horseback with them.”
Buri herself strides out of the Rider mess nearby, and Owen considers the small, stocky woman that married Lord Raoul. Kel had been spending a lot of time with her recently, and had the K’miri not been married to her former knight-master, Owen would have been disastrously jealous. Now he was merely curious as to what fascinated her so much.
He and Iden are assigned to the same target to practice, and it gives them enough privacy to talk. They spent time catching up. It has been a long time since they could speak freely.
“Have you told her yet?” Iden takes a shot, missing the target entirely and frowns.
“No. Have you told Ragnald?” Owen hits the outside ring and frowns in annoyance.
“Ah, Ragnald was but a flight of boyish fancy. Other things occupy me now.”
Owen turns, but Iden is pointedly ignoring him now. When he finally turns away, Iden speaks again. “You really ought to tell her. Otherwise our fine arms-mistress is going to steal her away.”
Owen jerks so hard his arrow flies onto the target next to theirs. The two knights at the target he hit turn slowly to stare at him. He pretends not to notice, but his hands are shaking as he reloads his bow.
“Buri is married to Raoul. Kel would never do that to him.”
“Are you sure all is as it seems, cousin?”
“Kel has too much honor for that.” The certainty in his voice is fading though, and he turns to Iden. “What do you know?”
“Just that the marriage is one of convenience.” Iden lets loose another arrow, this one hitting near the center of the target. “And that Kel reminds Buri of a woman she knew once when she was young. Something about fiery idealism of youth without the petty hindrances of royal blood.”
Owen blinks several times before finding his voice. “And Lord Raoul is… How do you know all of this?”
Iden merely smirks.
Owen gapes at him incredulously for a moment before turning back to the target. “That was something I never needed to know.”
When he reaches for another arrow Iden stops him. His Hazel eyes are unusually serious. “Owen. Tell her. In the name of all of the Gods, tell her or you’re going to loose her to this one. They are kindred souls.”
Owen draws away gently to fire at the target again, but it is very hard not to turn towards a small brown figure less than fifty paces away. Training accidents were so unfortunately common.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!