Post by Muse on May 28, 2011 14:19:46 GMT 10
Title: Convinced
Rating: G
Word count: 268
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: AU: Clary’s lived her whole life in Summersea, and now that she’s finally sixteen, she’s intent on joining the Provost’s Guard—the Harriers. If she doesn’t learn to use her magic, it will use her; Clary is finally starting to be convinced.
“Clara, if you don’t learn to use your magic, it will use you.”
Harrier Tunstall’s words were blunt, and Clary shuddered. “But—I want to be a Harrier, not some lady-mage! Begging your ladyship’s pardon,” she added hurriedly to Lady Sandrilene, who laughed.
“You seem to have an odd idea of mages, Clara,” she commented gently. “Isn’t Harrier Tunstall proof you can be both?”
“So, if I accept that I have this magic—“
“Look down,” Tunstall said, and Clary’s eyes went wide.
“I was waiting to see how long it took you to notice,” Sandrilene giggled.
Clary plucked at the hanks of thread that clung to her, eyes wide. “Wh-what’s it--?”
Sandrilene made a tugging motion and the thread jumped back to her. “Its liked you since the moment you walked in; its part of your magic. What do you say, Clara, will you let me teach you how to use your magic?”
Clary made a face. “I guess I don’t have a choice; even the sarden thread won’t leave me alone. But—“
She turned to look at Tunstall, biting her lip a little. She had no clue what to do with ladies, expecially ones so talked about as the Lady Sandrilene.
“—will you be leaving, then?”
Clary’s voice was small in the big room.
“Now, it’d be mighty stupid to be leaving you on your own to run amuck through the Harriers with a bit o’ magic, now wouldn’t it?” Tunstall teased gently. “Someun’s gotta teach you how to use that magic proper and be a Harrier at the same time.”
Clary grinned.
Rating: G
Word count: 268
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: AU: Clary’s lived her whole life in Summersea, and now that she’s finally sixteen, she’s intent on joining the Provost’s Guard—the Harriers. If she doesn’t learn to use her magic, it will use her; Clary is finally starting to be convinced.
“Clara, if you don’t learn to use your magic, it will use you.”
Harrier Tunstall’s words were blunt, and Clary shuddered. “But—I want to be a Harrier, not some lady-mage! Begging your ladyship’s pardon,” she added hurriedly to Lady Sandrilene, who laughed.
“You seem to have an odd idea of mages, Clara,” she commented gently. “Isn’t Harrier Tunstall proof you can be both?”
“So, if I accept that I have this magic—“
“Look down,” Tunstall said, and Clary’s eyes went wide.
“I was waiting to see how long it took you to notice,” Sandrilene giggled.
Clary plucked at the hanks of thread that clung to her, eyes wide. “Wh-what’s it--?”
Sandrilene made a tugging motion and the thread jumped back to her. “Its liked you since the moment you walked in; its part of your magic. What do you say, Clara, will you let me teach you how to use your magic?”
Clary made a face. “I guess I don’t have a choice; even the sarden thread won’t leave me alone. But—“
She turned to look at Tunstall, biting her lip a little. She had no clue what to do with ladies, expecially ones so talked about as the Lady Sandrilene.
“—will you be leaving, then?”
Clary’s voice was small in the big room.
“Now, it’d be mighty stupid to be leaving you on your own to run amuck through the Harriers with a bit o’ magic, now wouldn’t it?” Tunstall teased gently. “Someun’s gotta teach you how to use that magic proper and be a Harrier at the same time.”
Clary grinned.