Post by allymarty on Mar 7, 2010 12:08:39 GMT 10
Title: Kinsmen VIII - Flirt
Rating: G
Length: 295 (not including the book quote)
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Eighth in a series of stories about the relationship between two kinsmen and the eventual object of their mutual affections.
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....After her fifth perfect tilt, she stopped in front of Lord Wyldon.
"Very good, probationer." Wyldon sounded as if his teeth hurt to say it. The other pages had all stopped what they were doing to watch her last three passes. "You are released for the remainder of the morning."
She bowed to him from the saddle and turned Peachblossom toward the stables.
The sound of applause made her turn in the saddle. "Huzzah, Kel!" Neal cried gleefully. "Huzzah, huzzah!" The prince, Merric, Seaver, Faleron and Cleon were all clapping and cheering. So were Eda Bell, the Shang Wildcat, and Stefan the hostler, who often came to watch the tilting practice. She waved to them with a grin, and nudged Peachblossom to a trot.
-- Tamora Pierce, First Test
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Faleron helped Merric out of his padded practice suit. They had just finished putting away their horses after tilting practice and both of them were grimy and dripping wet with sweat. There was barely enough time for them to wash up in the men's bath house before the midday meal and they'd still have to run to make it into the dining hall on time. Most of the other pages were already on their way back to the palace.
"Can you believe what Kel did today?" Merric asked his kinsman as he rinsed the soap out of his hair.
"If I hadn't been watching it as it happened, I might not have wanted to believe it," Faleron admitted and jumped out of the warm water. "Kel's a natural with the lance, that's for sure."
"I wonder how she did it." Then he came out of the bath, too.
"You don't have time to wonder about that right now. We're almost late. Why are we always so blasted late?" Faleron grumbled as he put on his fresh clothes. "I was never this late last year. It must be your fault!"
"My fault?" Merric replied angrily. "I think not! You're the one who always has to stop and say something to Kel when we're supposed to be caring for our mounts. Just because your horse stays in the stall next to her beast doesn't mean you have to ... to flirt with her every day."
Now Faleron's face turned red with indignation. "I do not flirt!"
"I've seen my sisters flirting," Merric said as he pulled on his boots. "You do, too - flirt, that is - with Ke--." Then he shut up and ducked his head because Faleron had thrown his wet towel at him.
Rating: G
Length: 295 (not including the book quote)
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Eighth in a series of stories about the relationship between two kinsmen and the eventual object of their mutual affections.
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....After her fifth perfect tilt, she stopped in front of Lord Wyldon.
"Very good, probationer." Wyldon sounded as if his teeth hurt to say it. The other pages had all stopped what they were doing to watch her last three passes. "You are released for the remainder of the morning."
She bowed to him from the saddle and turned Peachblossom toward the stables.
The sound of applause made her turn in the saddle. "Huzzah, Kel!" Neal cried gleefully. "Huzzah, huzzah!" The prince, Merric, Seaver, Faleron and Cleon were all clapping and cheering. So were Eda Bell, the Shang Wildcat, and Stefan the hostler, who often came to watch the tilting practice. She waved to them with a grin, and nudged Peachblossom to a trot.
-- Tamora Pierce, First Test
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Faleron helped Merric out of his padded practice suit. They had just finished putting away their horses after tilting practice and both of them were grimy and dripping wet with sweat. There was barely enough time for them to wash up in the men's bath house before the midday meal and they'd still have to run to make it into the dining hall on time. Most of the other pages were already on their way back to the palace.
"Can you believe what Kel did today?" Merric asked his kinsman as he rinsed the soap out of his hair.
"If I hadn't been watching it as it happened, I might not have wanted to believe it," Faleron admitted and jumped out of the warm water. "Kel's a natural with the lance, that's for sure."
"I wonder how she did it." Then he came out of the bath, too.
"You don't have time to wonder about that right now. We're almost late. Why are we always so blasted late?" Faleron grumbled as he put on his fresh clothes. "I was never this late last year. It must be your fault!"
"My fault?" Merric replied angrily. "I think not! You're the one who always has to stop and say something to Kel when we're supposed to be caring for our mounts. Just because your horse stays in the stall next to her beast doesn't mean you have to ... to flirt with her every day."
Now Faleron's face turned red with indignation. "I do not flirt!"
"I've seen my sisters flirting," Merric said as he pulled on his boots. "You do, too - flirt, that is - with Ke--." Then he shut up and ducked his head because Faleron had thrown his wet towel at him.