Post by opalgirl on Apr 2, 2010 13:25:42 GMT 10
Title: Adventurous Children
Rating: G
Length: 237 words
Character: Buri
Summary: Buri knows more of children then one would expect.
Notes: My personal fanon is that D/N's kids are hell. on. wheels. This came of it.
Several months of palace residence had taught Kel that a shout of: "Sarralyn! Odd's bobs, get back here!" was akin to a warcry. The youngest Salmalin bolted down corridors and passageways and away from her vexed mother at least once a week, sometimes more often.
She was making tea on the hearth when the cry echoed through the hall once again. Kel sat back on her heels, startled. "Twice in one day? And all the way down here, from the scholars' wing?"
Buri smirked. "Three years of running a refugee camp and you don't know how fast the little ones can move? How quickly they can be out of their mothers' sight?" The older woman lounged in a chair in her stocking feet. There was a smile in her voice that made Kel look up at her curiously.
"Considering all the fuss little Sarralyn's mother made from the time she landed on the Tortallan side of the Drell, it's fair," Buri added. "You were probably still with the Yamanis - it was never a quiet moment, that summer."
Kel poured tea from the pot, into the cups, and set one in front of her companion, wrapping her hands around her own cup. "You seem to know a bit about the little ones, Buri."
Buri rolled her eyes. "When your best friend has six appallingly adventurous royal children, you learn these things. Whether you want to or not."
Rating: G
Length: 237 words
Character: Buri
Summary: Buri knows more of children then one would expect.
Notes: My personal fanon is that D/N's kids are hell. on. wheels. This came of it.
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Several months of palace residence had taught Kel that a shout of: "Sarralyn! Odd's bobs, get back here!" was akin to a warcry. The youngest Salmalin bolted down corridors and passageways and away from her vexed mother at least once a week, sometimes more often.
She was making tea on the hearth when the cry echoed through the hall once again. Kel sat back on her heels, startled. "Twice in one day? And all the way down here, from the scholars' wing?"
Buri smirked. "Three years of running a refugee camp and you don't know how fast the little ones can move? How quickly they can be out of their mothers' sight?" The older woman lounged in a chair in her stocking feet. There was a smile in her voice that made Kel look up at her curiously.
"Considering all the fuss little Sarralyn's mother made from the time she landed on the Tortallan side of the Drell, it's fair," Buri added. "You were probably still with the Yamanis - it was never a quiet moment, that summer."
Kel poured tea from the pot, into the cups, and set one in front of her companion, wrapping her hands around her own cup. "You seem to know a bit about the little ones, Buri."
Buri rolled her eyes. "When your best friend has six appallingly adventurous royal children, you learn these things. Whether you want to or not."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!