Post by Kris11 on Apr 3, 2011 7:47:17 GMT 10
Title: Tris
Rating: G
Word Count: 304
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: The students learn about Crane and Rosethorn's relationship. Part 3: Tris learns that some questions are better not asked.
Tris had studies with Crane in the morning, and took notes while he dictated. He was mostly inexpressive in everyday conversation, but when he taught he tended to pace back in forth in front of her desk, waving his long hands in delicate patterns as he sought the expressions that would best get his point across.
Tris stopped writing to look up and sniff as he passed her desk the second time. By the forth pass, she was certain, but couldn’t figure out how it could have happened.
“Why aren’t you writing this?” he asked. She looked up at him, realizing that she had stopped writing in order to think.
“Does Lark do your laundry?”
“Of course not,” he said in the mild tone that meant he was getting annoyed. “Why in the world would Lark do my laundry?”
Tris shrugged. “You smell like the herbs she uses to wash the sheets in Discipline.”
Crane stared at her, before putting a hand to his forehead. “I think that’s all I have for this morning,” he said. Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room.
Tris collected her writing equipment and walked back to Discipline, puzzled. As she entered the cottage, and warded off Little Bear’s enthusiastic welcome, both Daja and Sandry turned from the table to watch her questioningly.
Once Little Bear was quiet, Sandry asked, “Didn’t you have lessons with Crane this morning?”
“He dismissed me.”
“What?” Daja asked. “He never lets you out early. What happened?”
“I asked him if Lark did his laundry because he smelled like the herbs she uses on our sheets and he walked out.”
There was a beat of silence and then Daja and Sandry looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“What?” Tris asked over their peals of amusement. “What did I say?”
[EXCLUDED: As a stand-alone fic, it's not clear this story references the relationship between Crane and Rosethorn.]
Rating: G
Word Count: 304
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1F
Summary: The students learn about Crane and Rosethorn's relationship. Part 3: Tris learns that some questions are better not asked.
Tris had studies with Crane in the morning, and took notes while he dictated. He was mostly inexpressive in everyday conversation, but when he taught he tended to pace back in forth in front of her desk, waving his long hands in delicate patterns as he sought the expressions that would best get his point across.
Tris stopped writing to look up and sniff as he passed her desk the second time. By the forth pass, she was certain, but couldn’t figure out how it could have happened.
“Why aren’t you writing this?” he asked. She looked up at him, realizing that she had stopped writing in order to think.
“Does Lark do your laundry?”
“Of course not,” he said in the mild tone that meant he was getting annoyed. “Why in the world would Lark do my laundry?”
Tris shrugged. “You smell like the herbs she uses to wash the sheets in Discipline.”
Crane stared at her, before putting a hand to his forehead. “I think that’s all I have for this morning,” he said. Turning on his heel, he walked out of the room.
Tris collected her writing equipment and walked back to Discipline, puzzled. As she entered the cottage, and warded off Little Bear’s enthusiastic welcome, both Daja and Sandry turned from the table to watch her questioningly.
Once Little Bear was quiet, Sandry asked, “Didn’t you have lessons with Crane this morning?”
“He dismissed me.”
“What?” Daja asked. “He never lets you out early. What happened?”
“I asked him if Lark did his laundry because he smelled like the herbs she uses on our sheets and he walked out.”
There was a beat of silence and then Daja and Sandry looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“What?” Tris asked over their peals of amusement. “What did I say?”
[EXCLUDED: As a stand-alone fic, it's not clear this story references the relationship between Crane and Rosethorn.]