Post by wordy on Jul 26, 2011 15:51:09 GMT 10
Title: The Stump
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Daja/Wyldon
Event: donkey discus
Words: 371
Summary: Perhaps there’s another reason why he’s called The Stump...
A/N: I'm worried that the twist might be a little too vague, so feedback is much appreciated!
Their last winter together was when the Dunlath girl came to Corus.
She was more than a girl, really. Daja had taken to watching her from across the room. Straight brown hair artfully, if not a little haphazardly, piled atop her head in imitation of the queen’s, sharp eyes, and a sharper tongue.
“Again?” murmured Wyldon by her ear, pressing a goblet into her hand. Daja turned her gaze away from the girl.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re avoiding her,” reminded Daja. She took a sip of her drink, making a pleased sound at the spices she detected. “She looks intriguing. I want to meet her.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Daja barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she looked back across the room at the Dunlath girl. “Tell me.”
The former training-master sighed and rubbed his arm. “I knew her, once,” he said finally, his voice low. “When I was young and foolish.”
She couldn’t stop herself from raising an eyebrow. “She must have been a child.”
“She was. And I no better, I suppose.” He turned his back to the room and smiled down at her. “I was another man then. People change. As I’ve come to learn quite well.”
"Did you love her?"
"Maura? No, not at all." He paused, ran his thumb around the edge of his goblet, thoughtful. "There was a woman, though, in Dunlath. Her name was Y-"
“But why don’t you want me to talk to her? Are you afraid?” The idea of Wyldon being nervous about talking to a young woman was absurd, considering the things he had done. Everyone called him a hero behind his back: she had come to realise that very quickly after settling in at the palace.
A strange smile flickered across his face. “Afraid? No, I don’t think so. I have nothing to fear from a girl when even the most powerful mage in the realm cannot see what’s right beneath his nose.”
Daja smiled, though she couldn’t make out his meaning. The conversation turned away from Dunlath. And as the night wore on, she excused the odd glint in his eyes as a consequence of her having consumed a little too much apple cider.
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Daja/Wyldon
Event: donkey discus
Words: 371
Summary: Perhaps there’s another reason why he’s called The Stump...
A/N: I'm worried that the twist might be a little too vague, so feedback is much appreciated!
Their last winter together was when the Dunlath girl came to Corus.
She was more than a girl, really. Daja had taken to watching her from across the room. Straight brown hair artfully, if not a little haphazardly, piled atop her head in imitation of the queen’s, sharp eyes, and a sharper tongue.
“Again?” murmured Wyldon by her ear, pressing a goblet into her hand. Daja turned her gaze away from the girl.
“You still haven’t told me why you’re avoiding her,” reminded Daja. She took a sip of her drink, making a pleased sound at the spices she detected. “She looks intriguing. I want to meet her.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Daja barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she looked back across the room at the Dunlath girl. “Tell me.”
The former training-master sighed and rubbed his arm. “I knew her, once,” he said finally, his voice low. “When I was young and foolish.”
She couldn’t stop herself from raising an eyebrow. “She must have been a child.”
“She was. And I no better, I suppose.” He turned his back to the room and smiled down at her. “I was another man then. People change. As I’ve come to learn quite well.”
"Did you love her?"
"Maura? No, not at all." He paused, ran his thumb around the edge of his goblet, thoughtful. "There was a woman, though, in Dunlath. Her name was Y-"
“But why don’t you want me to talk to her? Are you afraid?” The idea of Wyldon being nervous about talking to a young woman was absurd, considering the things he had done. Everyone called him a hero behind his back: she had come to realise that very quickly after settling in at the palace.
A strange smile flickered across his face. “Afraid? No, I don’t think so. I have nothing to fear from a girl when even the most powerful mage in the realm cannot see what’s right beneath his nose.”
Daja smiled, though she couldn’t make out his meaning. The conversation turned away from Dunlath. And as the night wore on, she excused the odd glint in his eyes as a consequence of her having consumed a little too much apple cider.