Post by max on Feb 23, 2010 7:44:30 GMT 10
Bright Star XV
G
378
Joren
1/E
Continuation blah.
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When he sees her, tilting – against Lord Wyldon (who belongs just as much to her) and his ears suddenly prickle, he folds his arms, shakes his hair away from his face.
Forewarned is forearmed, after all, and when he is summoned to the man who had once meant so much to him, before he met Paxton he has an idea of what is to come.
The word kidnapping swirls unspoken around the tent and Wyldon looks at him over steepled fingers and says,
‘It is in the nature of youth to underestimate the longevity of their actions.’
And he is at once elated and disappointed that the man who was second only to his father, everything he ever wanted to be or become, hasn’t seen what he is doing. The implication stings, though he is surprised not to care more (once, it would have brought him to his knees) but he is not the child he was 7 years ago – and indeed, it’s hardly a secret.
He has stayed away from the mountain, ignoring his father’s summons and his mother’s softer entreaties since he became a squire. Consorts with savage foreigners. Forgets what he owes to those who made him.
In the back of his mind, he supposes it is his youth that makes him absorb things so (or mostly) nevertheless; if he wasn’t part of them, he would not (have) be(en) brought to this stage at all.
Wyldon is waiting for a response, so he settles upon a nod.
‘You are lucky Mindelan’s circle respect her too much to harm you. I suppose you’ve heard…’
‘Yes sir.’ She is his antithesis. Of course he’s heard of the battles that wage behind closed doors. Her relationship with Kennan.
‘And Paxton has – ’
‘Yes. …sir.’ He hasn’t, but the King had forbid it even so. He can never touch her again.
(He loses a little more each time)
He can feel something his former training master and erstwhile hero wants to add, brimming on the edge of his lips, but as so many people tend in these days of setting suns, he holds his silence, and all that is unsaid mingles with the word kidnapping in the dim canvas box, and he is dismissed.
(But stars do not lacklustre)
G
378
Joren
1/E
Continuation blah.
__________________________________________
When he sees her, tilting – against Lord Wyldon (who belongs just as much to her) and his ears suddenly prickle, he folds his arms, shakes his hair away from his face.
Forewarned is forearmed, after all, and when he is summoned to the man who had once meant so much to him, before he met Paxton he has an idea of what is to come.
The word kidnapping swirls unspoken around the tent and Wyldon looks at him over steepled fingers and says,
‘It is in the nature of youth to underestimate the longevity of their actions.’
And he is at once elated and disappointed that the man who was second only to his father, everything he ever wanted to be or become, hasn’t seen what he is doing. The implication stings, though he is surprised not to care more (once, it would have brought him to his knees) but he is not the child he was 7 years ago – and indeed, it’s hardly a secret.
He has stayed away from the mountain, ignoring his father’s summons and his mother’s softer entreaties since he became a squire. Consorts with savage foreigners. Forgets what he owes to those who made him.
In the back of his mind, he supposes it is his youth that makes him absorb things so (or mostly) nevertheless; if he wasn’t part of them, he would not (have) be(en) brought to this stage at all.
Wyldon is waiting for a response, so he settles upon a nod.
‘You are lucky Mindelan’s circle respect her too much to harm you. I suppose you’ve heard…’
‘Yes sir.’ She is his antithesis. Of course he’s heard of the battles that wage behind closed doors. Her relationship with Kennan.
‘And Paxton has – ’
‘Yes. …sir.’ He hasn’t, but the King had forbid it even so. He can never touch her again.
(He loses a little more each time)
He can feel something his former training master and erstwhile hero wants to add, brimming on the edge of his lips, but as so many people tend in these days of setting suns, he holds his silence, and all that is unsaid mingles with the word kidnapping in the dim canvas box, and he is dismissed.
(But stars do not lacklustre)