Post by Lisa on Feb 21, 2010 14:45:14 GMT 10
Title: Wheedling
Rating: PG
Length: 249 words
Competitor: Owen
Round: 1/D
Summary: Margarry wants to know exactly what Owen thinks of Kel.
“Do you love Squire Keladry?” Margarry asked, perched upon the fence while he practiced his archery.
“A squire training for knighthood doesn’t have time for love,” Owen answered mechanically, aiming carefully. He released the arrow, and was pleased with his result.
“Sloppy,” his friend said. “I can shoot better than that, and I hate doing it.”
“You sound like your father.”
“She’s important to you, the girl?”
“We’re back to Kel?”
She nodded. “I think you’re in love with her, whether you admit it or not.”
“What if I said I was?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I bet lots of boys in her class liked her.”
Owen was uncomfortable with this statement. “Wouldn’t they have said something?” He released another arrow, which hit the bullseye.
“Better.” Margarry hopped down from the fence. “Boys and girls aren’t always straightforward with their feelings,” she said. “Sometimes they show it other ways. Flirting with words, or body language.”
Owen digested this slowly, lowering his bow. He remembered Cleon’s flowery nicknames, and the way Neal casually slung his arm around Kel at Midwinter. And the way his own palms had been sweaty when he’d wriggled between them, so he could touch her.
“You love her, don’t you?” Margarry asked again, smiling smugly.
He nodded. “Maybe a bit.”
Her smile widened; the notion of a challenge pleased her. “I’ll make you forget all about her, if you give me the chance,” she said, her voice filled with a sentiment he wasn’t sure he understood.
Rating: PG
Length: 249 words
Competitor: Owen
Round: 1/D
Summary: Margarry wants to know exactly what Owen thinks of Kel.
“Do you love Squire Keladry?” Margarry asked, perched upon the fence while he practiced his archery.
“A squire training for knighthood doesn’t have time for love,” Owen answered mechanically, aiming carefully. He released the arrow, and was pleased with his result.
“Sloppy,” his friend said. “I can shoot better than that, and I hate doing it.”
“You sound like your father.”
“She’s important to you, the girl?”
“We’re back to Kel?”
She nodded. “I think you’re in love with her, whether you admit it or not.”
“What if I said I was?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I bet lots of boys in her class liked her.”
Owen was uncomfortable with this statement. “Wouldn’t they have said something?” He released another arrow, which hit the bullseye.
“Better.” Margarry hopped down from the fence. “Boys and girls aren’t always straightforward with their feelings,” she said. “Sometimes they show it other ways. Flirting with words, or body language.”
Owen digested this slowly, lowering his bow. He remembered Cleon’s flowery nicknames, and the way Neal casually slung his arm around Kel at Midwinter. And the way his own palms had been sweaty when he’d wriggled between them, so he could touch her.
“You love her, don’t you?” Margarry asked again, smiling smugly.
He nodded. “Maybe a bit.”
Her smile widened; the notion of a challenge pleased her. “I’ll make you forget all about her, if you give me the chance,” she said, her voice filled with a sentiment he wasn’t sure he understood.