Post by EymberFyire on May 10, 2011 14:35:03 GMT 10
KM R3: Those Who Serve, PG
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: Those that serve often have a different perspective on things.
“They” say time heals all wounds, but I say whoever “they” are can stuff it right up their own... But the Lady wouldn’t like it if she heard me talking like that, and truth is that Eulama did raise me better than as such. Still. My point’s the same. “They” can stuff it.
I never met no one, save maybe his Lordliness of Queenscove, who bounced back from a heartbreak. And I don’t really think his lordliness ever really loved any of those maids, saving his Yamani bride. I don’t know. Mayhap he did, and folks who lose so many, like his lordship did his brother’s, Gods save them, learn to let go easier.
Me? I near about cried my eyes out when Loey went on and married that miller’s son. Maybe she did deserve better than haring off after a groomsman to a knight errant, but that didn’t change the punch-gut it felt like watching her ride off. She wanted me there, but I couldn’t stomach watching her take the vows.
I’m as bad as a bard, dithering like an old seamstress about the past.
I’ll reckon though, that if these “theys” ever saw the Lady, they’d know the lie to their words. Five years gone, it’s been, and she pines yet. Not all the time like she did in the beginning, but enough. You see it in the way she watches orchards as we pass - almost as if she’s expecting something around the corner. Or the way she rides. Town to town. Problem to problem.
I hear her talking in her sleep sometimes - always the cat-napper, I was. She just says her name. Nothing else, but I know. I try to soothe her back to sleep, best as I can.
The Lady never does nothing by halves. She’s more like them mountains of stone than she thinks.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Round/Fight: 3/B
Summary: Those that serve often have a different perspective on things.
Tobe
“They” say time heals all wounds, but I say whoever “they” are can stuff it right up their own... But the Lady wouldn’t like it if she heard me talking like that, and truth is that Eulama did raise me better than as such. Still. My point’s the same. “They” can stuff it.
I never met no one, save maybe his Lordliness of Queenscove, who bounced back from a heartbreak. And I don’t really think his lordliness ever really loved any of those maids, saving his Yamani bride. I don’t know. Mayhap he did, and folks who lose so many, like his lordship did his brother’s, Gods save them, learn to let go easier.
Me? I near about cried my eyes out when Loey went on and married that miller’s son. Maybe she did deserve better than haring off after a groomsman to a knight errant, but that didn’t change the punch-gut it felt like watching her ride off. She wanted me there, but I couldn’t stomach watching her take the vows.
I’m as bad as a bard, dithering like an old seamstress about the past.
I’ll reckon though, that if these “theys” ever saw the Lady, they’d know the lie to their words. Five years gone, it’s been, and she pines yet. Not all the time like she did in the beginning, but enough. You see it in the way she watches orchards as we pass - almost as if she’s expecting something around the corner. Or the way she rides. Town to town. Problem to problem.
I hear her talking in her sleep sometimes - always the cat-napper, I was. She just says her name. Nothing else, but I know. I try to soothe her back to sleep, best as I can.
The Lady never does nothing by halves. She’s more like them mountains of stone than she thinks.
QC by: journeycat