Post by jazzyjess on Feb 5, 2010 15:22:07 GMT 10
Title: The Art of Spectating
Rating: G
Length: 390
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Neal comments on Kel’s life, Dom comments on Neal’s. It’s always just a circle.
The second week of page training was always the worst. Keladry knew this from personal experience and thought that it was cruel and unusual to be sitting on the fence surrounding the practice yard, watching as the first year students had finger after finger beat with staffs and the older pages tried with all their hearts to impress the onlookers with the learning they’d kept over the summer holiday.
“Is it necessary to do this?” she’d asked with a scowl, remembering her own humiliation at the hands of conservative pages. “I can think of a hundred places to be right now, and publicly unnerving of unconfident children is not high on my list.”
Neal beamed at her and threw his arm about her shoulder. “Keladry, my friend, how else will we find you a prospective squire? You’re looking at the cream of the crop right here. Best pages we’ve seen since we ourselves were but wee seedlings in the garden of knighthood.”
“Yep,” Dom added from her other side, leaning against her free shoulder and sighing. “I remember those days, back when you were a soft little rosebud and my cousin here was writing letter after letter extolling your many virtues.”
“Right,” Neal shot back at him, “the days when you had nothing on your mind but a pair of pretty eyes and a little bit of cleavage. Kel, why don’t you leave this sorry muck of a man? There are plenty of people who would be pleased to take you away from his hold. Like our little friend Owen – ”
“You know quite well he’s engaged,” Kel answered. “To Lord Wyldon’s daughter, nonetheless. But if I were to leave this sorry sop, who would keep his nose out of trouble? Such a pretty nose that it is.” With a tweak of that very nose she swung off the fence and with a little wave started across the yard toward the stables. “In the meantime, I’ll be doing some real work. You know where I’ll be if we’re summoned.”
“She’s got you quite figured out, Sergeant Cousin,” Neal said, sighing. “But I don’t trust you and commitment.”
“Well,” answered Dom, “if you could stay married as long as you have, then I think anyone else alive could handle it.” He grinned and started after Kel. “We’ll see you at dinner.”
Rating: G
Length: 390
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Neal comments on Kel’s life, Dom comments on Neal’s. It’s always just a circle.
The second week of page training was always the worst. Keladry knew this from personal experience and thought that it was cruel and unusual to be sitting on the fence surrounding the practice yard, watching as the first year students had finger after finger beat with staffs and the older pages tried with all their hearts to impress the onlookers with the learning they’d kept over the summer holiday.
“Is it necessary to do this?” she’d asked with a scowl, remembering her own humiliation at the hands of conservative pages. “I can think of a hundred places to be right now, and publicly unnerving of unconfident children is not high on my list.”
Neal beamed at her and threw his arm about her shoulder. “Keladry, my friend, how else will we find you a prospective squire? You’re looking at the cream of the crop right here. Best pages we’ve seen since we ourselves were but wee seedlings in the garden of knighthood.”
“Yep,” Dom added from her other side, leaning against her free shoulder and sighing. “I remember those days, back when you were a soft little rosebud and my cousin here was writing letter after letter extolling your many virtues.”
“Right,” Neal shot back at him, “the days when you had nothing on your mind but a pair of pretty eyes and a little bit of cleavage. Kel, why don’t you leave this sorry muck of a man? There are plenty of people who would be pleased to take you away from his hold. Like our little friend Owen – ”
“You know quite well he’s engaged,” Kel answered. “To Lord Wyldon’s daughter, nonetheless. But if I were to leave this sorry sop, who would keep his nose out of trouble? Such a pretty nose that it is.” With a tweak of that very nose she swung off the fence and with a little wave started across the yard toward the stables. “In the meantime, I’ll be doing some real work. You know where I’ll be if we’re summoned.”
“She’s got you quite figured out, Sergeant Cousin,” Neal said, sighing. “But I don’t trust you and commitment.”
“Well,” answered Dom, “if you could stay married as long as you have, then I think anyone else alive could handle it.” He grinned and started after Kel. “We’ll see you at dinner.”