Post by Lisa on Feb 5, 2010 13:34:50 GMT 10
Title: Two Peas in a Pod
Rating: G
Length: 386 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Wyldon recognizes that the traits in Kel that makes him think she’ll do well are some of the ones they share
He listened intently to the speech she offered to the refugees and soldiers. It was simple, but dignified in a manner he associate with her. She was like him, in that she had no flair for rousing, fiery speeches that would have brought the men to their feet. He wondered, momentarily, if she ever wanted to do that sort of thing. In the eight years he had known young Keladry of Mindelan, he had learned that she was a practical girl. She was the sort who didn’t argue for the sake of arguing – she simply did what she thought was the right thing to do.
It was one of the reasons he had chosen her to lead this camp. There were few options, he was sad to admit, but he suspected she still would’ve been his choice, had their been more. Her idealism was not the egalitarianism of scholars and dreamers, but the simple notion that people should be treated as people. She expected much from those she dealt with, but refused to hold herself above those who served with her. He suspected she would be the same with those who served beneath her.
Keladry’s brilliance was the steady sort – she was cool in command, and she was unwavering in her dedication. And he knew that these men, the ones who laughed at her self-deprecating jokes, and admired that she could coolly run a spear through a man – would not take long to put their trust in her. They would recognize her ability to command, though they might call it something other than brilliance.
He remembered being a young, green knight, with soldiers serving beneath him. He had been in Keladry’s shoes, questioning whether he was able to excel at such a task. And he had stood before his men, trying to encourage them, but unable to give the stirring speeches like those of the king. He had appealed to common sense, as she did now.
She finished, naming the camp and returning to her seat. She made her way back to their table, and looked at him. Her face was pleasantly impassive, but he could recognize the question in her eyes. And even as he surged with pride within, he fought to keep his own expression detached, and offered her a curt nod of approval.
Rating: G
Length: 386 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Wyldon recognizes that the traits in Kel that makes him think she’ll do well are some of the ones they share
He listened intently to the speech she offered to the refugees and soldiers. It was simple, but dignified in a manner he associate with her. She was like him, in that she had no flair for rousing, fiery speeches that would have brought the men to their feet. He wondered, momentarily, if she ever wanted to do that sort of thing. In the eight years he had known young Keladry of Mindelan, he had learned that she was a practical girl. She was the sort who didn’t argue for the sake of arguing – she simply did what she thought was the right thing to do.
It was one of the reasons he had chosen her to lead this camp. There were few options, he was sad to admit, but he suspected she still would’ve been his choice, had their been more. Her idealism was not the egalitarianism of scholars and dreamers, but the simple notion that people should be treated as people. She expected much from those she dealt with, but refused to hold herself above those who served with her. He suspected she would be the same with those who served beneath her.
Keladry’s brilliance was the steady sort – she was cool in command, and she was unwavering in her dedication. And he knew that these men, the ones who laughed at her self-deprecating jokes, and admired that she could coolly run a spear through a man – would not take long to put their trust in her. They would recognize her ability to command, though they might call it something other than brilliance.
He remembered being a young, green knight, with soldiers serving beneath him. He had been in Keladry’s shoes, questioning whether he was able to excel at such a task. And he had stood before his men, trying to encourage them, but unable to give the stirring speeches like those of the king. He had appealed to common sense, as she did now.
She finished, naming the camp and returning to her seat. She made her way back to their table, and looked at him. Her face was pleasantly impassive, but he could recognize the question in her eyes. And even as he surged with pride within, he fought to keep his own expression detached, and offered her a curt nod of approval.
I like your perspective of what's going on inside that stoic little head of his.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!