Post by Muse on Mar 17, 2011 14:15:12 GMT 10
Title: Arriving
Rating: G
Word Count: 320
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: “If I were a boy, even just for one day, I’d roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go”: (“If I Were a Boy”—as sung by Reba McEntire. Part 1.)
Years of growing up royal had taken their toll on Kalasin, and even after the talk with her father she presented the Palace with a serene face.
Even after her mother got back with Aunt Buri and the Riders, and after little Liam accidentally let the reason for the tense silence at the dinner table slip to her, she turned a placid face away from the argument that exploded into the room.
Kally smiled into the silence that expanded in the Royal wing, and didn’t mention it again.
At the end of the summer, though, Kally sat tucked in a crevice on the wall surrounding the palace, and waited.
The first pages would be arriving today.
“I thought I’d find you here, your highness.”
Kally turned sharply, mouth opening in an “O” of surprise. “Excuse me, milord, I didn’t see you there,” she scrambled to her feet, but Wyldon reached out and stopped her from bowing.
“Since when has the princess reason to bow to me?” he asked gently, and Kally turned the motion into fiddling with the hem of her worn tunic.
“…It just felt like the right thing to do,” she muttered, keeping her eyes turned down so he wouldn’t see the faint edges of hurt longing creep back in.
“You’re watching for the new pages.” Wyldon stated, but with no guilt or condemnation in his voice.
Kally’s head came up, surprised. “Surely there’s no harm, my Lord Wyldon?”
He shook his head, hands clasped behind his back. “None that I can see. While you wait, you might see fit to run a few laps of the wall,” he nodded to her well-worn garb, “as you seem to be dressed for the occasion.”
She watched as he inclined his head in a slight bow, and waited until he reached the top of the stairs before taking off down the wall.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wyldon allowed himself a small smile.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 320
Pairing: Kalasin/Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: “If I were a boy, even just for one day, I’d roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go”: (“If I Were a Boy”—as sung by Reba McEntire. Part 1.)
Years of growing up royal had taken their toll on Kalasin, and even after the talk with her father she presented the Palace with a serene face.
Even after her mother got back with Aunt Buri and the Riders, and after little Liam accidentally let the reason for the tense silence at the dinner table slip to her, she turned a placid face away from the argument that exploded into the room.
Kally smiled into the silence that expanded in the Royal wing, and didn’t mention it again.
At the end of the summer, though, Kally sat tucked in a crevice on the wall surrounding the palace, and waited.
The first pages would be arriving today.
“I thought I’d find you here, your highness.”
Kally turned sharply, mouth opening in an “O” of surprise. “Excuse me, milord, I didn’t see you there,” she scrambled to her feet, but Wyldon reached out and stopped her from bowing.
“Since when has the princess reason to bow to me?” he asked gently, and Kally turned the motion into fiddling with the hem of her worn tunic.
“…It just felt like the right thing to do,” she muttered, keeping her eyes turned down so he wouldn’t see the faint edges of hurt longing creep back in.
“You’re watching for the new pages.” Wyldon stated, but with no guilt or condemnation in his voice.
Kally’s head came up, surprised. “Surely there’s no harm, my Lord Wyldon?”
He shook his head, hands clasped behind his back. “None that I can see. While you wait, you might see fit to run a few laps of the wall,” he nodded to her well-worn garb, “as you seem to be dressed for the occasion.”
She watched as he inclined his head in a slight bow, and waited until he reached the top of the stairs before taking off down the wall.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wyldon allowed himself a small smile.
QC: by Cassandra