Post by Katty on Apr 3, 2011 8:54:36 GMT 10
Title: Training
Rating: G
Word Count: 131 words
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Tortall needs heroes.
“Are you sure she’ll be well looked after?” Neal asks indignantly, and it is all Keladry can do to not roll her eyes at her father.
Sir Owen of Jesslaw smiles tightly. “Tortall has the best pages and squires,” he says, “and the kingdom takes good care of them.” His unreadable brown eyes look Keladry up and down, and she can tell she is being evaluated.
Neal makes a hmph sound, as if he doesn’t believe the Training Master could really offer adequate care for his daughter, and Keladry does actually roll her eyes this time.
Sir Owen clears his throat, and looks down at Keladry. “You will work hard, and dedicate yourself to your studies. Do your family proud.”
At the coldness in his voice, Keladry can’t help but wonder why Sir Owen and her father fell out all those years ago. She bows to her Training Master. “Yessir,” she says.
Sir Owen nods curtly. “I’ll call a servant then.” He hesitates, before stiffly adding, “Try to be a credit to your namesake.”
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 131 words
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Tortall needs heroes.
“Are you sure she’ll be well looked after?” Neal asks indignantly, and it is all Keladry can do to not roll her eyes at her father.
Sir Owen of Jesslaw smiles tightly. “Tortall has the best pages and squires,” he says, “and the kingdom takes good care of them.” His unreadable brown eyes look Keladry up and down, and she can tell she is being evaluated.
Neal makes a hmph sound, as if he doesn’t believe the Training Master could really offer adequate care for his daughter, and Keladry does actually roll her eyes this time.
Sir Owen clears his throat, and looks down at Keladry. “You will work hard, and dedicate yourself to your studies. Do your family proud.”
At the coldness in his voice, Keladry can’t help but wonder why Sir Owen and her father fell out all those years ago. She bows to her Training Master. “Yessir,” she says.
Sir Owen nods curtly. “I’ll call a servant then.” He hesitates, before stiffly adding, “Try to be a credit to your namesake.”
QC: by Cassandra
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!