Post by Cass on Mar 18, 2011 8:03:21 GMT 10
Title: Aftermath
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 333
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1C
Summary: And finally, she is a knight.
Notes: The final piece!
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Kalasin is a knight of the realm of Tortall, just as her father and brother before her. Her shoulders were struck and now she has her shield.
She is leaving for Carthak in less than a month. Once the Midwinter celebrations are over, and they will be as soon as Keladry passes her Ordeal (and she will, Kalasin knows that she will because Kel was born to be a knight), she will have to start preparing.
She’s saved all of Kaddar’s letters, throughout the years. She knows he is nice, unassuming, Gifted, and likes to ride almost as much as she does. As fine as he may be though, there is no way he will ever compare.
Wyldon knocks at her door.
“Come in,” she calls out.
He stands in the doorway a touch awkwardly, feet firmly planted on the floor.
“I thought I should let you know how so very proud of you I am,” Wyldon says. “I have been honored to be both your training master and your knight-master.” He walks closer. “Carthak will be proud to have you as empress.”
“Thank you,” she says, eyes downcast. His eyes flick over her face, picking up everything he needs to know in mere moments.
“You have to go, Kalasin.” He walks over and sits down next to her. “You can’t stay here.”
“I’m too attached to Tortall,” she whispers. “It will be so painful to leave.”
“I know.” He takes her hand. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t- I’m sorry.”
“Thank you for teaching me,” Kalasin says. “I have truly enjoyed everything. So much. I couldn’t have done better than you.”
“No,” Wyldon says, tilting her chin up, “it is I who could not have done better, Kalasin.”
He kisses her on the lips, his touch gentle and feather-light. She blinks, astonished, and then squeezes his hand.
“I know you will be great,” Wyldon says, his parting words, his gift to her, and he leaves the room as quietly as he came in.
QC by: inthefire
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 333
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Fight: 1C
Summary: And finally, she is a knight.
Notes: The final piece!
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Kalasin is a knight of the realm of Tortall, just as her father and brother before her. Her shoulders were struck and now she has her shield.
She is leaving for Carthak in less than a month. Once the Midwinter celebrations are over, and they will be as soon as Keladry passes her Ordeal (and she will, Kalasin knows that she will because Kel was born to be a knight), she will have to start preparing.
She’s saved all of Kaddar’s letters, throughout the years. She knows he is nice, unassuming, Gifted, and likes to ride almost as much as she does. As fine as he may be though, there is no way he will ever compare.
Wyldon knocks at her door.
“Come in,” she calls out.
He stands in the doorway a touch awkwardly, feet firmly planted on the floor.
“I thought I should let you know how so very proud of you I am,” Wyldon says. “I have been honored to be both your training master and your knight-master.” He walks closer. “Carthak will be proud to have you as empress.”
“Thank you,” she says, eyes downcast. His eyes flick over her face, picking up everything he needs to know in mere moments.
“You have to go, Kalasin.” He walks over and sits down next to her. “You can’t stay here.”
“I’m too attached to Tortall,” she whispers. “It will be so painful to leave.”
“I know.” He takes her hand. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t- I’m sorry.”
“Thank you for teaching me,” Kalasin says. “I have truly enjoyed everything. So much. I couldn’t have done better than you.”
“No,” Wyldon says, tilting her chin up, “it is I who could not have done better, Kalasin.”
He kisses her on the lips, his touch gentle and feather-light. She blinks, astonished, and then squeezes his hand.
“I know you will be great,” Wyldon says, his parting words, his gift to her, and he leaves the room as quietly as he came in.
QC by: inthefire