Post by Kris11 on Apr 3, 2011 6:25:26 GMT 10
Title: Competition
Rating: G
Word Count: 235
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Niva reflects on the budding competition between herself and one of the students of Winding Circle.
She was used to being the best in classes without really trying. Where many of the pupils she was being taught with were just learning their magic, she had been growing things and defending her father’s farm since she was old enough to be carried through the fields while reaching the tips of the plants with her childish fingers. She knew magic. She lived plants. Niva had always been the best in Open Circle temple, and so hardly even thought about it.
Then she arrived at Winding Circle, partly because it was obvious her magic was beyond the scope of her mostly academic or non-mage teachers in Anderran and partly because of her father and brothers’ daily petitions for her return. As if she was property that belonged to them. Niva shook her head and concentrated on her notes.
The point was, she arrived at Winding Circle expecting some of the other students she would be working with to be more advanced than her classmates at Open Circle. She had not expected to find Isas fer Yorvan and his infuriating know-it-all presence.
She scowled as she listened to the lecture. She had been using her magic since she was a child in her father’s arms. No noble was going to outdo her for long. She would teach him exactly who he was dealing with... and put this silly competition to rest once and for all.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 235
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Niva reflects on the budding competition between herself and one of the students of Winding Circle.
She was used to being the best in classes without really trying. Where many of the pupils she was being taught with were just learning their magic, she had been growing things and defending her father’s farm since she was old enough to be carried through the fields while reaching the tips of the plants with her childish fingers. She knew magic. She lived plants. Niva had always been the best in Open Circle temple, and so hardly even thought about it.
Then she arrived at Winding Circle, partly because it was obvious her magic was beyond the scope of her mostly academic or non-mage teachers in Anderran and partly because of her father and brothers’ daily petitions for her return. As if she was property that belonged to them. Niva shook her head and concentrated on her notes.
The point was, she arrived at Winding Circle expecting some of the other students she would be working with to be more advanced than her classmates at Open Circle. She had not expected to find Isas fer Yorvan and his infuriating know-it-all presence.
She scowled as she listened to the lecture. She had been using her magic since she was a child in her father’s arms. No noble was going to outdo her for long. She would teach him exactly who he was dealing with... and put this silly competition to rest once and for all.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!