Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 8:02:29 GMT 10
Title: The Bards' Ballad [4]
Rating: G
Word Count: 265
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “What’s the harm?”
Notes: I have a feeling these four would end up in songs around the Pebbled Sea.
“You want to write a song about us?” Tris repeated, voice shrill. “About our time in Namorn?”
“A ballad—musical poem,” the first bard clarified.
“And about your time afterward, too,” his partner added. “The letters you all wrote and speeches Sandry gave…”
Sandry flashed a smile. “I think it sounds marvellous.”
“You would,” Tris replied with a frown. “I’m not so sure.”
“What’s the harm?” Briar wondered. “Tavern ballads get around.”
“How will our pasts be dealt with?” Daja questioned the musical poets. She poured her guests and family tea and then joined them at the kitchen table of the Cheeseman House.
“However you want them dealt with,” the first bard answered eagerly. “We won’t include more than you would wish—though we can’t promise anything about adaptations. Those are out of our hands.”
“And a ballad like this would see adaptations, I’m sure,” the second remarked.
Sandry stared at Tris. For all that Sandry was a grown woman and not a dog, she surely looked more like an excited puppy than Little Bear ever had… Tris grumbled and crossed her arms. Briar turned to gaze at her. She shifted in her chair. Daja shrugged her shoulders.
“Fine!” Tris exclaimed at last. “Fine, fine, you all win. But don’t go singing about my temper from Yanjing to Capchen or I’ll send you to Rosethorn, so you can witness a real temper in action.”
The second bard turned to Briar and whispered excitedly, “Would she really…?”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” the mage responded. “You don’t want to go there; get your feet wet first.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 265
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “What’s the harm?”
Notes: I have a feeling these four would end up in songs around the Pebbled Sea.
“You want to write a song about us?” Tris repeated, voice shrill. “About our time in Namorn?”
“A ballad—musical poem,” the first bard clarified.
“And about your time afterward, too,” his partner added. “The letters you all wrote and speeches Sandry gave…”
Sandry flashed a smile. “I think it sounds marvellous.”
“You would,” Tris replied with a frown. “I’m not so sure.”
“What’s the harm?” Briar wondered. “Tavern ballads get around.”
“How will our pasts be dealt with?” Daja questioned the musical poets. She poured her guests and family tea and then joined them at the kitchen table of the Cheeseman House.
“However you want them dealt with,” the first bard answered eagerly. “We won’t include more than you would wish—though we can’t promise anything about adaptations. Those are out of our hands.”
“And a ballad like this would see adaptations, I’m sure,” the second remarked.
Sandry stared at Tris. For all that Sandry was a grown woman and not a dog, she surely looked more like an excited puppy than Little Bear ever had… Tris grumbled and crossed her arms. Briar turned to gaze at her. She shifted in her chair. Daja shrugged her shoulders.
“Fine!” Tris exclaimed at last. “Fine, fine, you all win. But don’t go singing about my temper from Yanjing to Capchen or I’ll send you to Rosethorn, so you can witness a real temper in action.”
The second bard turned to Briar and whispered excitedly, “Would she really…?”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” the mage responded. “You don’t want to go there; get your feet wet first.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!