Post by rainstormamaya on Feb 14, 2010 8:34:59 GMT 10
Title: Where Loyalties Lie
Rating: G
Length: 296 words
Competitor: Vania
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: How Kel won a princess’s favour.
*****
“Just because I’m not jousting with you this time does not mean I don’t need you any more!” Kel snapped.
Peachblossom stamped his hoof and snorted.
“You are being childish!” Kel hissed, and spared a moment to be thankful that there was no-one to overhear her talking to her horse; Goddess knew there were enough rumours that she was mad already.
“Are you jousting, Lady Kel?” enquired a bright voice from the next stall over, and Kel closed her eyes and bit her tongue to keep a curse from rolling off it, then turned to see the instantly recognisable features of Princess Vania, leaning over the stall door with a hoofpick in hand. Kel did not feel the need to remark on the fact that she was apparently using a tool for equestrian upkeep to accessorise an exquisite, velvet-trimmed rust-red dress.
“Yes, your highness,” she said, bland mask firmly in place.
“Oh, excellent,” Vania said happily. “I should place a bet.”
“You intend to bet on my chances, princess?”
Vania treated her to a wide smile. “Yes. As a matter of principle.” She dropped the hoofpick into a bucket by her feet. “I’d better be going, or I’ll be late.”
Kel bowed at her retreating back, speechless, and was startled again when Vania turned sharply around. “Have you got a favour?” the princess demanded. “For luck, in the jousting?”
“Ah- no, your highness.”
Vania put her bucket down and strode back to Kel, then pulled the ribbon out of her hair. “You can have mine, if you’d like it.”
“I- thank you, your highness,” Kel said, taking the ribbon in numb fingers.
Vania smiled. “Don’t! I’ve been betting on your chances ever since Kally left for Carthak; it’s about time I showed where my loyalties lie.”
Rating: G
Length: 296 words
Competitor: Vania
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: How Kel won a princess’s favour.
*****
“Just because I’m not jousting with you this time does not mean I don’t need you any more!” Kel snapped.
Peachblossom stamped his hoof and snorted.
“You are being childish!” Kel hissed, and spared a moment to be thankful that there was no-one to overhear her talking to her horse; Goddess knew there were enough rumours that she was mad already.
“Are you jousting, Lady Kel?” enquired a bright voice from the next stall over, and Kel closed her eyes and bit her tongue to keep a curse from rolling off it, then turned to see the instantly recognisable features of Princess Vania, leaning over the stall door with a hoofpick in hand. Kel did not feel the need to remark on the fact that she was apparently using a tool for equestrian upkeep to accessorise an exquisite, velvet-trimmed rust-red dress.
“Yes, your highness,” she said, bland mask firmly in place.
“Oh, excellent,” Vania said happily. “I should place a bet.”
“You intend to bet on my chances, princess?”
Vania treated her to a wide smile. “Yes. As a matter of principle.” She dropped the hoofpick into a bucket by her feet. “I’d better be going, or I’ll be late.”
Kel bowed at her retreating back, speechless, and was startled again when Vania turned sharply around. “Have you got a favour?” the princess demanded. “For luck, in the jousting?”
“Ah- no, your highness.”
Vania put her bucket down and strode back to Kel, then pulled the ribbon out of her hair. “You can have mine, if you’d like it.”
“I- thank you, your highness,” Kel said, taking the ribbon in numb fingers.
Vania smiled. “Don’t! I’ve been betting on your chances ever since Kally left for Carthak; it’s about time I showed where my loyalties lie.”