Post by thezamboniknight on Dec 28, 2009 3:00:21 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Battle
Rating: G
Summary: What happens when Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan is hit by a stray missile? War, of course.
AN: Written as a warm up this morning. Just now, actually. Comments and critique are welcome.
Keladry of Mindelan watched from atop the wall as New Hope’s children played in the snow below, shouting and laughing as they threw snowballs. Their antics drew a small crowd of adults, talking quietly and keeping an eye on things.
Kel turned away and looked out. She surveyed the snowy white landscape, rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth. It was a cold Midwinter to be sure. The harsh weather was hard on them, testing the strength of their new buildings. If they could survive this first winter they would get through them all.
Today the wind and snow had lightened. They were all grateful for the break. The children especially seemed to appreciate this; they were restless from being kept indoors.
The Lady Knight’s thoughts were interrupted by something cold and wet slamming into the back of her head. She felt the substance fall to her neck before tumbling over her back. A hush fell as she turned around, running a hand through her short brown hair to dislodge the rest of the snow. The children had stopped dead in their tracks, gaping slightly. Tobe still had his arm outstretched from the misdirected throw.
Kel hid a smile behind her blank, Yamani mask and looked down at her servant. She arched an eyebrow. “I thought I taught you better,” she said mildly. Tobe flushed and lowered his arm, looking down at his feet. He missed the sight of his mistress bending down to scoop up a handful of snow, and the next thing he knew his burning cheeks were being cooled by that selfsame fistful of frozen water. He gasped, shivering and looking up at Kel in astonishment.
“Next time, you should take your time when you aim,” Kel finished, earning a chuckle from the adults.
Tobe grinned sheepishly. The other children were delighted that the knight commander had decided to join the fun and scooped up fresh ammunition, returning to the battle with shouts of glee. Kel descended the stair and waded into the mix. Following her example, a few of the other grownups began lobbing snowballs at each other.
When Neal exited his rooms, still yawning from an early afternoon nap, Kel instantly picked his lanky form out and set her sights. “Target sighted!” She yelled. At this point almost everyone had joined the game. Neal blinked and looked around, startled at the flurry of activity and noise. He rubbed the side of his face drowsily.
“On my mark,” she went on, packing a snowball in her cupped hands. The others followed suit. Neal looked at them in puzzlement.
“Wha’s going on?” He asked around another yawn.
“Steady,” Kel called. She twisted for better balance. Neal took a step towards her. “Aim,” she drew her arm back.
Neal’s green eyes widened as he finally caught on. “Kel, don’t you dare-“ He began to scramble back frantically, trying to reach the safety of his rooms.
It was too late.
“Fire!” Before he could even finish his indignant squawk Neal was buried in a rain of snowballs. He fell back with a small thump, brushing snow from his chest and face.
Even Kel had to laugh at his mixed expression of disgust, outrage and superiority. “You have stooped to levels even I thought you were above, Mindelan” he said aloofly. He stood and brushed his backside off, glaring at all of them.
“I hope you realize what this means,” he went on, looking down his nose. He was still cleaning the snow off his person.
Kel rolled her eyes as the children snickered and exchanged looks. “Enlighten us, Nealan,” she said.
Suddenly the snow that he’d been brushing from his clothes had turned into a snowball. “This means war!” He declared, hitting Kel square in the face. She spluttered, shaking snow from her face, before answering his challenge.
“You’re on, Meathead!”
Thus, the great Midwinter battle of New Hope was begun.
Rating: G
Summary: What happens when Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan is hit by a stray missile? War, of course.
AN: Written as a warm up this morning. Just now, actually. Comments and critique are welcome.
Keladry of Mindelan watched from atop the wall as New Hope’s children played in the snow below, shouting and laughing as they threw snowballs. Their antics drew a small crowd of adults, talking quietly and keeping an eye on things.
Kel turned away and looked out. She surveyed the snowy white landscape, rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth. It was a cold Midwinter to be sure. The harsh weather was hard on them, testing the strength of their new buildings. If they could survive this first winter they would get through them all.
Today the wind and snow had lightened. They were all grateful for the break. The children especially seemed to appreciate this; they were restless from being kept indoors.
The Lady Knight’s thoughts were interrupted by something cold and wet slamming into the back of her head. She felt the substance fall to her neck before tumbling over her back. A hush fell as she turned around, running a hand through her short brown hair to dislodge the rest of the snow. The children had stopped dead in their tracks, gaping slightly. Tobe still had his arm outstretched from the misdirected throw.
Kel hid a smile behind her blank, Yamani mask and looked down at her servant. She arched an eyebrow. “I thought I taught you better,” she said mildly. Tobe flushed and lowered his arm, looking down at his feet. He missed the sight of his mistress bending down to scoop up a handful of snow, and the next thing he knew his burning cheeks were being cooled by that selfsame fistful of frozen water. He gasped, shivering and looking up at Kel in astonishment.
“Next time, you should take your time when you aim,” Kel finished, earning a chuckle from the adults.
Tobe grinned sheepishly. The other children were delighted that the knight commander had decided to join the fun and scooped up fresh ammunition, returning to the battle with shouts of glee. Kel descended the stair and waded into the mix. Following her example, a few of the other grownups began lobbing snowballs at each other.
When Neal exited his rooms, still yawning from an early afternoon nap, Kel instantly picked his lanky form out and set her sights. “Target sighted!” She yelled. At this point almost everyone had joined the game. Neal blinked and looked around, startled at the flurry of activity and noise. He rubbed the side of his face drowsily.
“On my mark,” she went on, packing a snowball in her cupped hands. The others followed suit. Neal looked at them in puzzlement.
“Wha’s going on?” He asked around another yawn.
“Steady,” Kel called. She twisted for better balance. Neal took a step towards her. “Aim,” she drew her arm back.
Neal’s green eyes widened as he finally caught on. “Kel, don’t you dare-“ He began to scramble back frantically, trying to reach the safety of his rooms.
It was too late.
“Fire!” Before he could even finish his indignant squawk Neal was buried in a rain of snowballs. He fell back with a small thump, brushing snow from his chest and face.
Even Kel had to laugh at his mixed expression of disgust, outrage and superiority. “You have stooped to levels even I thought you were above, Mindelan” he said aloofly. He stood and brushed his backside off, glaring at all of them.
“I hope you realize what this means,” he went on, looking down his nose. He was still cleaning the snow off his person.
Kel rolled her eyes as the children snickered and exchanged looks. “Enlighten us, Nealan,” she said.
Suddenly the snow that he’d been brushing from his clothes had turned into a snowball. “This means war!” He declared, hitting Kel square in the face. She spluttered, shaking snow from her face, before answering his challenge.
“You’re on, Meathead!”
Thus, the great Midwinter battle of New Hope was begun.