Post by opalgirl on Mar 8, 2010 8:21:32 GMT 10
Title: Odd One Out III
Rating: PG
Length: 281 words
Competitor: Buri
Round/Fight: 2/D
Summary: Part III of a Kel-has-joined-the-Riders series of AU oneshots.
Notes: Kel didn't get tossed from page training, in this universe - she didn't go. I'm in Buri's perspective, and Buri doesn't know why, making it so I don't know either.
The summer training camp had gone wrong, in an instant. In an area that was supposed to have been cleared, part of the group of trainees had stumbled into a nest of bandits while hunting for their next meal.
Buri cursed bandits, the district’s soldiers, and trainees alike, as the injured were rounded up. By some stroke of luck, there had been no deaths among the recruits, but there were injuries – broken bones and small wounds.
“I can’t mend bone,” Onua said tiredly, “so we’ll have to make a stop - there aren’t any with the healing Gift in this batch.”
Buri growled. “I despise recruits. Always getting into more trouble than you’d ever think they could.”
“Don’t hate ‘em,” Sarge advised, grinning at her. “There’s a village a few miles off, just over the rise – it’s not that far out of the way.”
After talking with the recruits, Buri discovered that Keladry had stepped into command of them, when they ran into trouble, without their instructors present.
“Trainee Keladry,” she said, “your fellows say you’ve a knack for command.”
Keladry blushed, just barely. “Not really, Commander.”
“If you can keep a cool head in a scramble, that’s a start.” Buri noticed the bandage on the girl’s left arm, and the fresh graze from an arrow above her temple. “Most trainees would freeze and get themselves killed.”
“She’s not exaggerating,” Onua added, as she joined them. “Buri doesn’t exaggerate, and she doesn’t give praise lightly.”
The girl yawned, hugely, and turned her head at a call from her fellow trainees.
“Kel, c’mere!” called one, waving to her.
“Commander, Horsemistress – excuse me?”
“Go on, trainee.”
“And don’t overdo it,” Onua warned.
Rating: PG
Length: 281 words
Competitor: Buri
Round/Fight: 2/D
Summary: Part III of a Kel-has-joined-the-Riders series of AU oneshots.
Notes: Kel didn't get tossed from page training, in this universe - she didn't go. I'm in Buri's perspective, and Buri doesn't know why, making it so I don't know either.
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The summer training camp had gone wrong, in an instant. In an area that was supposed to have been cleared, part of the group of trainees had stumbled into a nest of bandits while hunting for their next meal.
Buri cursed bandits, the district’s soldiers, and trainees alike, as the injured were rounded up. By some stroke of luck, there had been no deaths among the recruits, but there were injuries – broken bones and small wounds.
“I can’t mend bone,” Onua said tiredly, “so we’ll have to make a stop - there aren’t any with the healing Gift in this batch.”
Buri growled. “I despise recruits. Always getting into more trouble than you’d ever think they could.”
“Don’t hate ‘em,” Sarge advised, grinning at her. “There’s a village a few miles off, just over the rise – it’s not that far out of the way.”
*****
After talking with the recruits, Buri discovered that Keladry had stepped into command of them, when they ran into trouble, without their instructors present.
“Trainee Keladry,” she said, “your fellows say you’ve a knack for command.”
Keladry blushed, just barely. “Not really, Commander.”
“If you can keep a cool head in a scramble, that’s a start.” Buri noticed the bandage on the girl’s left arm, and the fresh graze from an arrow above her temple. “Most trainees would freeze and get themselves killed.”
“She’s not exaggerating,” Onua added, as she joined them. “Buri doesn’t exaggerate, and she doesn’t give praise lightly.”
The girl yawned, hugely, and turned her head at a call from her fellow trainees.
“Kel, c’mere!” called one, waving to her.
“Commander, Horsemistress – excuse me?”
“Go on, trainee.”
“And don’t overdo it,” Onua warned.