Post by PeroxidePirate on Mar 7, 2010 2:29:16 GMT 10
Title: Something in Common: Status
Rating: PG
Length: 340 words
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Buri's point of view on Raoul and Kel.
Goldenlake was hosting a tournament, which definitely wasn't my idea. At least Raoul's scholarly brother and refined sister-in-law agreed to take charge of the social side of it, leaving us to organize the visiting knights and manage the lists.
I came home to find Kel drawing up rosters and brackets, debating with Raoul.
“Well, you can't put me with the Eldornes, either!” she argued. “Lerant's forgiven me, but his uncles persist in calling me a slut every chance they get.”
“Delia's younger brothers?” Raoul shuddered. “She's still in her tower, pouring poison into their ears, going on about how much better things would be if she was queen. They put me with the lot they hold responsible for that.”
Both their heads turned toward me. “Oh, no.” I held up my hands, palm out. “I refuse to deal with those people. Lerant is the only one I could stand, and after he almost took our Kel away...”
“I never even considered it,” she interrupted, quickly.
That wasn't exactly how I remembered it, but I let it go. “Look,” I pointed out, quite reasonably, “wouldn't it be better for everyone if we just don't invite Eldorne? They're not really good fighters, anyway.”
The look Kel and Raoul exchanged said many things, but first among them was, Oh, how little she understands.
“Buri, we can't--” Kel began, and then stopped. Following her line of sight, I saw that Raoul was shaking his head.
“What?” I asked them both.
“Nevermind,” Raoul said. “We'll sort it out.” He leaned over the back of Kel's chair, peering at a slate covered in what could have been chicken scratches, for all I understood. “Kel, who else could we move?”
“Naxens, maybe?” She glanced up at him. “Do you think they'd take offense?”
The look he gave her was full of so much pride and affection that I had to look away. “I'll be in the stables,” I muttered, turning my back. No one even answered.
Rating: PG
Length: 340 words
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Buri's point of view on Raoul and Kel.
Goldenlake was hosting a tournament, which definitely wasn't my idea. At least Raoul's scholarly brother and refined sister-in-law agreed to take charge of the social side of it, leaving us to organize the visiting knights and manage the lists.
I came home to find Kel drawing up rosters and brackets, debating with Raoul.
“Well, you can't put me with the Eldornes, either!” she argued. “Lerant's forgiven me, but his uncles persist in calling me a slut every chance they get.”
“Delia's younger brothers?” Raoul shuddered. “She's still in her tower, pouring poison into their ears, going on about how much better things would be if she was queen. They put me with the lot they hold responsible for that.”
Both their heads turned toward me. “Oh, no.” I held up my hands, palm out. “I refuse to deal with those people. Lerant is the only one I could stand, and after he almost took our Kel away...”
“I never even considered it,” she interrupted, quickly.
That wasn't exactly how I remembered it, but I let it go. “Look,” I pointed out, quite reasonably, “wouldn't it be better for everyone if we just don't invite Eldorne? They're not really good fighters, anyway.”
The look Kel and Raoul exchanged said many things, but first among them was, Oh, how little she understands.
“Buri, we can't--” Kel began, and then stopped. Following her line of sight, I saw that Raoul was shaking his head.
“What?” I asked them both.
“Nevermind,” Raoul said. “We'll sort it out.” He leaned over the back of Kel's chair, peering at a slate covered in what could have been chicken scratches, for all I understood. “Kel, who else could we move?”
“Naxens, maybe?” She glanced up at him. “Do you think they'd take offense?”
The look he gave her was full of so much pride and affection that I had to look away. “I'll be in the stables,” I muttered, turning my back. No one even answered.