Post by Kris11 on Mar 31, 2011 17:42:10 GMT 10
Title: Attitude
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 391
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round: 1/F
Summary: Isas will not allow a rather startling discovery distract him from him putting Niva well and truly in her place.
I’m sorry ‘bout the attitude I need to give when I’m with you but no one else will take this stuff from me. Long Day, Matchbox Twenty.
Isas was fuming as he strode the hallways of Lightsbridge looking for her.
How dare that overbearing, arrogant daughter of a farmer think that she can talk to me that way in front of Master Vinenamer, let alone a full lecture hall of students? This is the last time I let her get away with that disrespectful, biting, outrageous attitude; does she know who I am?
His righteous fury lasted him until he had marched into the small, open dining hall used by the beginning students. A few young men he boarded with called to him from a nearby table, but he waved them off and searched over the heads of the chatting, laughing, rough-housing student body until he found her.
She was sitting alone at a small table he knew had legs so uneven they tipped every time the weight shifted, causing untended fruit or quills to roll off onto the floor. She ate while ignoring those around her completely.
However, with the contrast between her and the jovial community of students who ignored her back, Isas couldn’t help but understand that her defiant independence could be seen as loneliness, her bristling temper a cover for insecurity, and her snappy defensiveness something that drove those less used to her ways away, leaving her to sit at a tipsy lunch-table alone; too proud to walk away when it was clear no one would acknowledge her.
Isas made his way to her table and sat. Before she could say anything to proclaim how much she didn’t want his company, he said “Your premise for argument today was completely incorrect. I have no idea why Master Vinenamer would allow such obvious fallacies to disgrace lecture hall.”
The expression on her face shifted as she took up the argument they had left behind in the classroom in earnestness, and Isas had a moment of relief before he was distracted by the absolutely disrespectful way she was framing her opinion on his intelligence.
This self-assured scholar was someone he could deal with from Niva; he was used to the barbs that framed her theories by now. He pretended to forget that brief flash of thankfulness when he had chosen her table as he cut her off to explain exactly why that would never work in true academic circles, and take care to watch your language....
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 391
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round: 1/F
Summary: Isas will not allow a rather startling discovery distract him from him putting Niva well and truly in her place.
I’m sorry ‘bout the attitude I need to give when I’m with you but no one else will take this stuff from me. Long Day, Matchbox Twenty.
Isas was fuming as he strode the hallways of Lightsbridge looking for her.
How dare that overbearing, arrogant daughter of a farmer think that she can talk to me that way in front of Master Vinenamer, let alone a full lecture hall of students? This is the last time I let her get away with that disrespectful, biting, outrageous attitude; does she know who I am?
His righteous fury lasted him until he had marched into the small, open dining hall used by the beginning students. A few young men he boarded with called to him from a nearby table, but he waved them off and searched over the heads of the chatting, laughing, rough-housing student body until he found her.
She was sitting alone at a small table he knew had legs so uneven they tipped every time the weight shifted, causing untended fruit or quills to roll off onto the floor. She ate while ignoring those around her completely.
However, with the contrast between her and the jovial community of students who ignored her back, Isas couldn’t help but understand that her defiant independence could be seen as loneliness, her bristling temper a cover for insecurity, and her snappy defensiveness something that drove those less used to her ways away, leaving her to sit at a tipsy lunch-table alone; too proud to walk away when it was clear no one would acknowledge her.
Isas made his way to her table and sat. Before she could say anything to proclaim how much she didn’t want his company, he said “Your premise for argument today was completely incorrect. I have no idea why Master Vinenamer would allow such obvious fallacies to disgrace lecture hall.”
The expression on her face shifted as she took up the argument they had left behind in the classroom in earnestness, and Isas had a moment of relief before he was distracted by the absolutely disrespectful way she was framing her opinion on his intelligence.
This self-assured scholar was someone he could deal with from Niva; he was used to the barbs that framed her theories by now. He pretended to forget that brief flash of thankfulness when he had chosen her table as he cut her off to explain exactly why that would never work in true academic circles, and take care to watch your language....
QC by: journeycat