Post by journeycat on Feb 23, 2010 16:26:22 GMT 10
Title: Don't Go
Rating: G
Length: 198 words
Competitor: Baird
Round: 1/D
Summary: He heads back to the safety of the palace, and she heads into the danger of Scanran swords.
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Baird found her in the stables, cinching the saddle straps on her grumpy horse and rechecking all her packs. She didn’t say anything, but he knew that she heard him arrive. She was as finely attuned to him as he was to her.
“You’re leaving again.”
Keladry gently pushed Peachblossom’s head away from her and turned to him. “Yes.”
“To fight?”
“Yes.”
They stared at each other for awhile, his soft eyes caressing hers. “I may not be here when you come back.”
“Are you going back to Corus?”
“Yes.”
She nodded, as though she expected it. Perhaps she did. They knew each other well now. There was too much between them.
“Stay.”
“You know I can’t.”
He knew that, too. But it didn’t make it any easier.
He watched her mount, shifting her weight in the saddle and then settling, far more comfortable atop a horse than he was. She looked down at him, her eyes unreadable and soft in the pearly predawn light.
“Be safe,” he said.
“You, too,” she replied, and nudged Peachblossom into a trot.
He watched her disappear into the morning mists, and stared after her long after he couldn’t see her anymore.
Rating: G
Length: 198 words
Competitor: Baird
Round: 1/D
Summary: He heads back to the safety of the palace, and she heads into the danger of Scanran swords.
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Baird found her in the stables, cinching the saddle straps on her grumpy horse and rechecking all her packs. She didn’t say anything, but he knew that she heard him arrive. She was as finely attuned to him as he was to her.
“You’re leaving again.”
Keladry gently pushed Peachblossom’s head away from her and turned to him. “Yes.”
“To fight?”
“Yes.”
They stared at each other for awhile, his soft eyes caressing hers. “I may not be here when you come back.”
“Are you going back to Corus?”
“Yes.”
She nodded, as though she expected it. Perhaps she did. They knew each other well now. There was too much between them.
“Stay.”
“You know I can’t.”
He knew that, too. But it didn’t make it any easier.
He watched her mount, shifting her weight in the saddle and then settling, far more comfortable atop a horse than he was. She looked down at him, her eyes unreadable and soft in the pearly predawn light.
“Be safe,” he said.
“You, too,” she replied, and nudged Peachblossom into a trot.
He watched her disappear into the morning mists, and stared after her long after he couldn’t see her anymore.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!