Post by Bec on Feb 20, 2010 20:11:36 GMT 10
Title: Castle wall
Rating: G
Length: 729
Competitor: Joren
Round: 1/E
Summary: Castle wall scene, Jorens POV
Kel was perched on the castle wall, clutching a sketchbook she put pen to paper sketching the ground between the palace’s Least Gate and Corus.
He didn’t know how long he stood there watching her determined face. He drew closer to her leaning against a merlon beside her. Peering at the sketch he realised that her skill lied in the training yard and that she should probably leave sketching to trained artists. In terms of mapping she was doing alright.
She set her pen down forcefully and looked up at Joren, scowling. His wonderful skills at acting stoped him from leaping over the edge of the wall.
“I thought you were afraid of heights,” he remarked offhandedly. Her face was unnervingly calm her eyelashes framing her eyes, casting him in a dreamlike phase. He broke the contact looking out to a river that wound it’s way through some trees.
“I am” she replied.
When he next looked at her she had resumed her sketching as if he had never been.
“You don’t look it” he decided persisting would distract him from those eyes that reminded him of the most tranquil of forests, pools of sunlight casted over a creek with dirt rubbed in.
“Well, that’s something,” she replied rubbing out a line that looked perfectly straight to him.
“If your afraid, why do this?” he asked attempting to mask his amazement.
“They won’t test you on it at the big or little exams.”
“My lord will, the next time he gives me punishment work, or the gods will, the next time I’m supposed to help someone in trouble and they’re on a height, or we have to climb to escape danger”
Joren frowned, she had a point and he admired her determination but still could not comprehend why she would want to do it, the fighting, work the hard life she could’ve had an easy life. If he could have it any other way he would much rather sit around in a dress all day reading poetry, attending parties and flirting with men. Before he could keep it shut his mouth betrayed him bubbling with curiosity.
“Why do any of this? It isn’t needful. Did someone tell you that you had no chance to marry?” he knew he had done it, but he had to, he couldn’t let his feeling run away with him. He saw they way she smeared the charcoal, the way she had tensed he knew he had hit a soft spot and instantly regretted it.
“Its not true. You’d be a pretty thing, in the right clothes and after you’d lost some weight. After you stopped working so your arms are like a blacksmith’s. You’d make a fine wife,” for who, me? If he wanted to, now was the moment he could express his feelings for her, if he wanted to, if he could.
“for one of those big fellows- Cleon, for instance. He seems fond of you.” Joren wasn’t blind he knew that the boy obviously adored her. “How about Lord Raoul? He can afford a wife. You could settle down and raise,” he paused he’d have to be careful, he knew that.
“Young giants” he smiled hurriedly as Kel looked at him, but her stone glare cooled his smile more to a grimace.
“It’s so good of you to concern yourself with my marriage prospects,” Kel replied still unnervingly calm
“Has is ever occurred to you I don’t want to marry?” she paused obviously thinking of something, someone? Perhaps unrequited love? Joren wondered who the bastard must be, he let jealousy overtake him.
“Nonsense, All women care about marriage. Even the Lioness scraped up a husband, though she had to dig through the middens of Corus to do it.”
He saw her calm mask evaporate for a split second. Watching her, he half expected to see cogwheels turning in her head something had obviously bothered her.
Her calm face was back
“If you say so,” she went back to her mapping.
“Think about it,” he replied realising that all hope was gone all he could do now was save her,
“One battle too many, and you’ll be scarred for life. No man will want you then” except for me he thought wearily as he spun on his heel and whistled ensuring that Kel’s mind didn’t wander to the underlying meaning of their conversation.
Rating: G
Length: 729
Competitor: Joren
Round: 1/E
Summary: Castle wall scene, Jorens POV
Kel was perched on the castle wall, clutching a sketchbook she put pen to paper sketching the ground between the palace’s Least Gate and Corus.
He didn’t know how long he stood there watching her determined face. He drew closer to her leaning against a merlon beside her. Peering at the sketch he realised that her skill lied in the training yard and that she should probably leave sketching to trained artists. In terms of mapping she was doing alright.
She set her pen down forcefully and looked up at Joren, scowling. His wonderful skills at acting stoped him from leaping over the edge of the wall.
“I thought you were afraid of heights,” he remarked offhandedly. Her face was unnervingly calm her eyelashes framing her eyes, casting him in a dreamlike phase. He broke the contact looking out to a river that wound it’s way through some trees.
“I am” she replied.
When he next looked at her she had resumed her sketching as if he had never been.
“You don’t look it” he decided persisting would distract him from those eyes that reminded him of the most tranquil of forests, pools of sunlight casted over a creek with dirt rubbed in.
“Well, that’s something,” she replied rubbing out a line that looked perfectly straight to him.
“If your afraid, why do this?” he asked attempting to mask his amazement.
“They won’t test you on it at the big or little exams.”
“My lord will, the next time he gives me punishment work, or the gods will, the next time I’m supposed to help someone in trouble and they’re on a height, or we have to climb to escape danger”
Joren frowned, she had a point and he admired her determination but still could not comprehend why she would want to do it, the fighting, work the hard life she could’ve had an easy life. If he could have it any other way he would much rather sit around in a dress all day reading poetry, attending parties and flirting with men. Before he could keep it shut his mouth betrayed him bubbling with curiosity.
“Why do any of this? It isn’t needful. Did someone tell you that you had no chance to marry?” he knew he had done it, but he had to, he couldn’t let his feeling run away with him. He saw they way she smeared the charcoal, the way she had tensed he knew he had hit a soft spot and instantly regretted it.
“Its not true. You’d be a pretty thing, in the right clothes and after you’d lost some weight. After you stopped working so your arms are like a blacksmith’s. You’d make a fine wife,” for who, me? If he wanted to, now was the moment he could express his feelings for her, if he wanted to, if he could.
“for one of those big fellows- Cleon, for instance. He seems fond of you.” Joren wasn’t blind he knew that the boy obviously adored her. “How about Lord Raoul? He can afford a wife. You could settle down and raise,” he paused he’d have to be careful, he knew that.
“Young giants” he smiled hurriedly as Kel looked at him, but her stone glare cooled his smile more to a grimace.
“It’s so good of you to concern yourself with my marriage prospects,” Kel replied still unnervingly calm
“Has is ever occurred to you I don’t want to marry?” she paused obviously thinking of something, someone? Perhaps unrequited love? Joren wondered who the bastard must be, he let jealousy overtake him.
“Nonsense, All women care about marriage. Even the Lioness scraped up a husband, though she had to dig through the middens of Corus to do it.”
He saw her calm mask evaporate for a split second. Watching her, he half expected to see cogwheels turning in her head something had obviously bothered her.
Her calm face was back
“If you say so,” she went back to her mapping.
“Think about it,” he replied realising that all hope was gone all he could do now was save her,
“One battle too many, and you’ll be scarred for life. No man will want you then” except for me he thought wearily as he spun on his heel and whistled ensuring that Kel’s mind didn’t wander to the underlying meaning of their conversation.