Post by wordy on Feb 1, 2010 12:07:58 GMT 10
Title: Tilt-Silly
Rating: PG
Length: 474
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Owen has no idea what just happened.
“Jesslaw, please attempt to contain yourself,” Wyldon called back to his squire irritably. Kel shook her head, smiling, as Wyldon walked over to her. Behind him, Owen was hurrying about excitedly, preparing his tilting saddle. Happy watched on with alert but uninterested eyes, obviously accustomed to his rider’s excitable nature.
“Thank you for agreeing to this, Keladry,” said Wyldon when he reached her side. “Tilting against someone other than myself will benefit him, I think.”
“I’m sure it will, sir. It might even let him think he has an opportunity of winning once in a while.” She cursed herself silently as soon as she had said it – what about this man made her so comfortable, so willing to say every little thing that came into her head? – but Wyldon only smiled wryly, turning back to check that Owen hadn’t impaled poor Happy with his lance.
“Well,” Wyldon said, turning back to her once more. “We appear to be ready, Keladry. Try not to kill the boy.”
Kel couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. Had The Stump just made a joke? “I’m not that out of practice, I hope,” she replied. Peachblossom snorted behind her, but she ignored him.
Wyldon’s hard eyes examined her testy mount for a moment, before sliding back to her. She felt her stomach fizzle at his glance and she looked down at the grass. What on earth was wrong with her?
When she had regained her composure she looked up to find his eyes still on her. He cleared his throat. “Perhaps we could practice afterward, then. You and I.” She knew she would say yes before he had even finished asking her, though she had no idea why she was suddenly so eager – after all, she would be the one flying from the saddle, she had no doubt about that.
"Yes, I’d like that,” she answered. His face relaxed visibly, and she wondered why he had been so tense. Did she make him nervous? That was impossible. She shook the thought away.
He left soon after, to get Heart from the stables. Kel stood still for a moment, until Peachblossom blew down the back of her neck and gave her an unimpressed look. She had been wondering if she should visit the coffinmaker, but for some strange reason her mind had instead latched on to what Cleon had once said to her about finding a nice haystack. From where she stood, she could still see Wyldon’s back as he walked up to the stables.
“Kel, Kel! Where are you going?” Owen called, almost hitting Happy between the ears with his wayward lance. He watched, bewildered, as she disappeared into the stables. His knightmaster was nowhere in sight. Peachblossom snorted at him, his reins looped over a nearby post. “I thought we were going to joust?”
Rating: PG
Length: 474
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Owen has no idea what just happened.
“Jesslaw, please attempt to contain yourself,” Wyldon called back to his squire irritably. Kel shook her head, smiling, as Wyldon walked over to her. Behind him, Owen was hurrying about excitedly, preparing his tilting saddle. Happy watched on with alert but uninterested eyes, obviously accustomed to his rider’s excitable nature.
“Thank you for agreeing to this, Keladry,” said Wyldon when he reached her side. “Tilting against someone other than myself will benefit him, I think.”
“I’m sure it will, sir. It might even let him think he has an opportunity of winning once in a while.” She cursed herself silently as soon as she had said it – what about this man made her so comfortable, so willing to say every little thing that came into her head? – but Wyldon only smiled wryly, turning back to check that Owen hadn’t impaled poor Happy with his lance.
“Well,” Wyldon said, turning back to her once more. “We appear to be ready, Keladry. Try not to kill the boy.”
Kel couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face. Had The Stump just made a joke? “I’m not that out of practice, I hope,” she replied. Peachblossom snorted behind her, but she ignored him.
Wyldon’s hard eyes examined her testy mount for a moment, before sliding back to her. She felt her stomach fizzle at his glance and she looked down at the grass. What on earth was wrong with her?
When she had regained her composure she looked up to find his eyes still on her. He cleared his throat. “Perhaps we could practice afterward, then. You and I.” She knew she would say yes before he had even finished asking her, though she had no idea why she was suddenly so eager – after all, she would be the one flying from the saddle, she had no doubt about that.
"Yes, I’d like that,” she answered. His face relaxed visibly, and she wondered why he had been so tense. Did she make him nervous? That was impossible. She shook the thought away.
He left soon after, to get Heart from the stables. Kel stood still for a moment, until Peachblossom blew down the back of her neck and gave her an unimpressed look. She had been wondering if she should visit the coffinmaker, but for some strange reason her mind had instead latched on to what Cleon had once said to her about finding a nice haystack. From where she stood, she could still see Wyldon’s back as he walked up to the stables.
“Kel, Kel! Where are you going?” Owen called, almost hitting Happy between the ears with his wayward lance. He watched, bewildered, as she disappeared into the stables. His knightmaster was nowhere in sight. Peachblossom snorted at him, his reins looped over a nearby post. “I thought we were going to joust?”