Post by Kris11 on Mar 18, 2011 15:54:27 GMT 10
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Ranking: G
Word Count: 395
Pairing: Team Scheme
Round/Fight: 1D
Summary: Taybur questions Aly about her real identity, making her reconsider the important things.
“Are you going to tell me who you are?”
Aly smiled without turning to see the speaker. She could imagine him slouching against one of the trees that grew near the bench where she sat.
“Your distrust just kills me, really it does,” Aly said, cheerfully. “After all this time of trust and honesty and friendship...”
Taybur Sibigat laughed as he pushed himself off the tree’s trunk and walked towards her. He dropped onto the bench beside her, looking out over the small portion of the palace grounds she was observing.
“’Honesty’?”
“I can be honest!” she said, feigning outrage at the scepticism in his voice. He just laughed again, that boyish laugh she had missed so much in the months since Dunevon had died.
“When it suits you.”
“When it suits me,” she agreed.
They sat together in comfortable silence. Soon, she knew, her children would wake from their midday nap – they were blissfully regular in their schedules – and she would go inside to sooth them. She turned to Taybur to ask if he would join her, knowing how much he and the babies enjoyed the time spent in the triplet’s nursery and paused. She trusted him with everything that was most important to her already.
“Alianne of Pirate’s Swoop,” she said. He stared at her blankly a moment before he reacted, inciting a laugh from Aly at the surprise on his face.
“Of Pirate’s.... no.” He stared at her as she nodded. “Well... I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You seem to be the only one. Everyone else’s reaction to the news was disappointingly undramatic.”
“And that would never suit you.”
“Oh, I suppose it was for the best. ‘Dramatic’ probably would have led to me being stabbed or other such unwanted activities. I was disappointed for a while.”
“Trickster,” he named her, shaking his head. She shrugged one of the crow’s half-shrugs she enjoyed so much; neither accepting or denying his charge.
Jumping up off the bench, she held out her hand to pull him up.
"Will you come help me with the babes?" she asked, smiling at the delight on his face.
They walked towards the nearest door arm in arm. As they reached the door, Taybur pulled it open, hesitated, and then with a devlish grin bowed her through.
"After you, my Lady."
Aly punched his arm. "Don't make me regret this."
QC by: greenie
Ranking: G
Word Count: 395
Pairing: Team Scheme
Round/Fight: 1D
Summary: Taybur questions Aly about her real identity, making her reconsider the important things.
“Are you going to tell me who you are?”
Aly smiled without turning to see the speaker. She could imagine him slouching against one of the trees that grew near the bench where she sat.
“Your distrust just kills me, really it does,” Aly said, cheerfully. “After all this time of trust and honesty and friendship...”
Taybur Sibigat laughed as he pushed himself off the tree’s trunk and walked towards her. He dropped onto the bench beside her, looking out over the small portion of the palace grounds she was observing.
“’Honesty’?”
“I can be honest!” she said, feigning outrage at the scepticism in his voice. He just laughed again, that boyish laugh she had missed so much in the months since Dunevon had died.
“When it suits you.”
“When it suits me,” she agreed.
They sat together in comfortable silence. Soon, she knew, her children would wake from their midday nap – they were blissfully regular in their schedules – and she would go inside to sooth them. She turned to Taybur to ask if he would join her, knowing how much he and the babies enjoyed the time spent in the triplet’s nursery and paused. She trusted him with everything that was most important to her already.
“Alianne of Pirate’s Swoop,” she said. He stared at her blankly a moment before he reacted, inciting a laugh from Aly at the surprise on his face.
“Of Pirate’s.... no.” He stared at her as she nodded. “Well... I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You seem to be the only one. Everyone else’s reaction to the news was disappointingly undramatic.”
“And that would never suit you.”
“Oh, I suppose it was for the best. ‘Dramatic’ probably would have led to me being stabbed or other such unwanted activities. I was disappointed for a while.”
“Trickster,” he named her, shaking his head. She shrugged one of the crow’s half-shrugs she enjoyed so much; neither accepting or denying his charge.
Jumping up off the bench, she held out her hand to pull him up.
"Will you come help me with the babes?" she asked, smiling at the delight on his face.
They walked towards the nearest door arm in arm. As they reached the door, Taybur pulled it open, hesitated, and then with a devlish grin bowed her through.
"After you, my Lady."
Aly punched his arm. "Don't make me regret this."
QC by: greenie