Post by Carbon Kiwi on Apr 24, 2011 8:30:59 GMT 10
Title: Keeping Schedule
Rating: G
Word Count: 285
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings:
Summary: “Rosethorn sent me.” / “Surprising,” Lark remarked; he could tell somehow that she was smiling. “Whatever for?”
Notes: Briar (2/2).
“Lark?” Briar called from Discipline’s dining area.
“In my workroom,” Lark answered back, voice lilting and kind—kinder than the crows-call cackling he could still hear from Rosethorn’s workroom. Briar followed the sound of her voice and found her spinning thread on the floor. She didn’t look up as he approached, but asked nonetheless, “Yes Briar?”
“Rosethorn sent me.”
“Surprising,” Lark remarked; he could tell somehow that she was smiling. “Whatever for?”
“Gorse invited me to Summersea so he could teach me about food plants. I was wondering if I could go.” Briar scuffed his foot nervously. He really was set on this.
“When did he invite you?” Lark questioned, sounding every bit like a curious cat-meowl.
“…last night…”
Lark laughed. “As long as you didn’t tell Rosie that and it isn’t during lesson time, sure, you may go. When?”
The Hub clock struck the hour. Briar looked sheepish. “Now.”
“You surely took your time. Head along then.” And in an instant he was gone, Lark calling after him, “But don’t forget your shoes!”
When she entered Rosethorn’s work room later, the woman grinned up at her. “He called me mean, you know, for putting the scheduling on you.”
Lark smiled. “Then let him never know you’re terrible at scheduling anything but plants.”
“That is not—”
“When is Sandry’s birthday? Or, for that matter, Daja’s, Tris’ or even Briar’s?”
“The last one’s a trick—Briar hasn’t got a birthday.” Rosethorn’s eyebrow arched high, the other drawn down into a frown. After a moment they both jumped and Rosie shrugged a shoulder. “But I suppose you’re right. Though I know your birthday.”
“And it only took you half a decade.”
Rosethorn threw soil at her.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 285
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings:
Summary: “Rosethorn sent me.” / “Surprising,” Lark remarked; he could tell somehow that she was smiling. “Whatever for?”
Notes: Briar (2/2).
“Lark?” Briar called from Discipline’s dining area.
“In my workroom,” Lark answered back, voice lilting and kind—kinder than the crows-call cackling he could still hear from Rosethorn’s workroom. Briar followed the sound of her voice and found her spinning thread on the floor. She didn’t look up as he approached, but asked nonetheless, “Yes Briar?”
“Rosethorn sent me.”
“Surprising,” Lark remarked; he could tell somehow that she was smiling. “Whatever for?”
“Gorse invited me to Summersea so he could teach me about food plants. I was wondering if I could go.” Briar scuffed his foot nervously. He really was set on this.
“When did he invite you?” Lark questioned, sounding every bit like a curious cat-meowl.
“…last night…”
Lark laughed. “As long as you didn’t tell Rosie that and it isn’t during lesson time, sure, you may go. When?”
The Hub clock struck the hour. Briar looked sheepish. “Now.”
“You surely took your time. Head along then.” And in an instant he was gone, Lark calling after him, “But don’t forget your shoes!”
When she entered Rosethorn’s work room later, the woman grinned up at her. “He called me mean, you know, for putting the scheduling on you.”
Lark smiled. “Then let him never know you’re terrible at scheduling anything but plants.”
“That is not—”
“When is Sandry’s birthday? Or, for that matter, Daja’s, Tris’ or even Briar’s?”
“The last one’s a trick—Briar hasn’t got a birthday.” Rosethorn’s eyebrow arched high, the other drawn down into a frown. After a moment they both jumped and Rosie shrugged a shoulder. “But I suppose you’re right. Though I know your birthday.”
“And it only took you half a decade.”
Rosethorn threw soil at her.
QC by: journeycat