Post by PeroxidePirate on Feb 14, 2010 12:15:55 GMT 10
Title: Percentages
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Competitor: Nealan of Queenscove
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The daydreams of Squire Neal.
Neal was 19. That meant 4 years was, what, 20 percent of his life? No, 4 was 20 percent of 20. Did that mean it was 19 percent of 19? That wasn't quite right. Kel would know.
Neal was 19. That meant 4 years – the amount of time he'd known Kel – was just a small percentage of his life. He'd gone 15 years before even meeting her.
How had he gotten so used to seeing her every day? The last two months seemed unreal in a way that had nothing to do with being a squire instead of a page. A day just wasn't complete until he'd talked to her.
They would be apart for most of the next four years. Nothing he could do would change that, short of...
Well, there was that.
He could quit his training and join up with the King's Own.
That was a long shot. There were three companies in the Own, only one of which would be traveling with Kel and her knight master. That was only a, what, 30% chance? No, 33% – he could never remember that one – that they would even be together.
Together? Did he really mean..? That they would be together. Yes. He meant it like that. Why, oh why, had he chosen this point in time to figure it out?
“Queenscove!” barked a sharp voice, somewhere to Neal's right. “The path is this way.”
Neal blinked, forcing himself to pay attention to his new knight-mistress. “Path,” he echoed. “Right.” It was more like a very faint trail through the long grass, actually. Truth be told, he wasn't much for tracking. Kel, on the other hand...
Neal sighed. It seemed there was no limit to the ways he could miss her.
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Competitor: Nealan of Queenscove
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The daydreams of Squire Neal.
Neal was 19. That meant 4 years was, what, 20 percent of his life? No, 4 was 20 percent of 20. Did that mean it was 19 percent of 19? That wasn't quite right. Kel would know.
Neal was 19. That meant 4 years – the amount of time he'd known Kel – was just a small percentage of his life. He'd gone 15 years before even meeting her.
How had he gotten so used to seeing her every day? The last two months seemed unreal in a way that had nothing to do with being a squire instead of a page. A day just wasn't complete until he'd talked to her.
They would be apart for most of the next four years. Nothing he could do would change that, short of...
Well, there was that.
He could quit his training and join up with the King's Own.
That was a long shot. There were three companies in the Own, only one of which would be traveling with Kel and her knight master. That was only a, what, 30% chance? No, 33% – he could never remember that one – that they would even be together.
Together? Did he really mean..? That they would be together. Yes. He meant it like that. Why, oh why, had he chosen this point in time to figure it out?
“Queenscove!” barked a sharp voice, somewhere to Neal's right. “The path is this way.”
Neal blinked, forcing himself to pay attention to his new knight-mistress. “Path,” he echoed. “Right.” It was more like a very faint trail through the long grass, actually. Truth be told, he wasn't much for tracking. Kel, on the other hand...
Neal sighed. It seemed there was no limit to the ways he could miss her.