Post by darkakane on Mar 31, 2010 20:57:13 GMT 10
Title: Realization
Rating: PG
Length: 360
Fight: FINAL FIGHT!!
Summary: Kel has a realization and it puts her in turmoil.
Follows Suspense
Reaching for her fresh loincloth, she stopped to realize she hadn’t needed to use her cloth sanitary pads this month. She looks down at her still flat stomach with turmoil. She was still only a squire. She didn’t ask for a baby. She never wanted a baby, or husband or to stay and run a home.
God, what would she do… The first thing would be to confirm her suspicions, but what healer could she trust? Or perhaps she should go disguised…
Walking into the healers tent for the less fortunate, she was glad to have gotten there early. Disguised as she was in a Lalasa made dress and cloak, she felt somewhat ridiculous, but extremely glad she had been forced to pack this one change of ‘girl’ clothes.
“Ye, nex’” Pointed the healer as he watched his last patient, a large buxom blond, leave the tent.
She walked over meekly as she imagined any girl doing, in the position she was in.
“wha’s ya c’m’plain’ th’n li’l gurl,” he said sloppily in common.
“I think” she says meekly, “I might be pregnant.”
“Ye thinks ye might be preggers, might ye?” he bellows as loudly as she thinks he can without actually shouting, making her jump, and people look over.
“We’ll see ‘bou’ tha’ for ya shall we?” he says in a kinder voice as he lays his rough clean hands on her stomach. “Well I’ll be, ye are pregnan’, gra’u’lations miss. You’re ‘bout a mon’ long if ’m correc’. Who the lucky lad th’n, aye?” he prods her gently with his questions, she doesn’t answer as she pays the fee and escapes as soon as she can.
Sprinting to get as far away from that damning tent as she can, she stops short of the river and collapses, a million thoughts flying through her head.
What should she do with it? How would she tell Raoul. Would she even tell him? How would he take it? As far as she knew, he didn’t know it was her, whom he had that ‘outrageous vile drunken one night-stand’ with, and used it as further evidence he should never ever drink again.
Rating: PG
Length: 360
Fight: FINAL FIGHT!!
Summary: Kel has a realization and it puts her in turmoil.
Follows Suspense
Reaching for her fresh loincloth, she stopped to realize she hadn’t needed to use her cloth sanitary pads this month. She looks down at her still flat stomach with turmoil. She was still only a squire. She didn’t ask for a baby. She never wanted a baby, or husband or to stay and run a home.
God, what would she do… The first thing would be to confirm her suspicions, but what healer could she trust? Or perhaps she should go disguised…
Walking into the healers tent for the less fortunate, she was glad to have gotten there early. Disguised as she was in a Lalasa made dress and cloak, she felt somewhat ridiculous, but extremely glad she had been forced to pack this one change of ‘girl’ clothes.
“Ye, nex’” Pointed the healer as he watched his last patient, a large buxom blond, leave the tent.
She walked over meekly as she imagined any girl doing, in the position she was in.
“wha’s ya c’m’plain’ th’n li’l gurl,” he said sloppily in common.
“I think” she says meekly, “I might be pregnant.”
“Ye thinks ye might be preggers, might ye?” he bellows as loudly as she thinks he can without actually shouting, making her jump, and people look over.
“We’ll see ‘bou’ tha’ for ya shall we?” he says in a kinder voice as he lays his rough clean hands on her stomach. “Well I’ll be, ye are pregnan’, gra’u’lations miss. You’re ‘bout a mon’ long if ’m correc’. Who the lucky lad th’n, aye?” he prods her gently with his questions, she doesn’t answer as she pays the fee and escapes as soon as she can.
Sprinting to get as far away from that damning tent as she can, she stops short of the river and collapses, a million thoughts flying through her head.
What should she do with it? How would she tell Raoul. Would she even tell him? How would he take it? As far as she knew, he didn’t know it was her, whom he had that ‘outrageous vile drunken one night-stand’ with, and used it as further evidence he should never ever drink again.