Post by Cass on Jul 2, 2011 4:04:15 GMT 10
Title: Cherry Bomb
Rating: PG
Couple: Roald/Shinko
Event: AU Pole Vault
Words: 257
Summary: A prince meets a princess (not that either of them know it).
"I know who you are," the little girl says solemnly. She has dark eyes, huge in her cream-colored face.
"I'm not anyone," the boy says. He's dressed in a modicum of finery, his black hair mussed and windblown. "My parents might be, but I bet you don't know anything about me."
"I do." She squints. "You look just like the king."
"Silly," the boy laughs. "The Islands don't have a king, they have an emperor. I'm a visitor and even I know that."
"I didn't mean that," the girl insists. "You look like King Roger of Tortall. But smaller. Also you don't have a beard."
"You're smaller than me," he insists. "An' I'm a Mindelan. My mama is named Ilane and my papa is named Piers and I have lots of sisters and brothers but I'm the youngest boy cause Avinar was born eight minutes before I was, even though that hardly counts for anything-- and my sister Keladry is youngest but she's already almost as big as I am." He ends on a bit of a pout.
"You have the same color eyes as the Tortallan king," the girl points out. She inches closer to his side. "What's your name?"
"Roald," he says. "What's yours?"
"Cricket," she responds, not missing a beat. "Your sister's Keladry."
Roald nods, and Cricket offers him a shy grin. "She's really nice."
He shrugs enigmatically. "She's okay."
Cricket eyes him speculatively. "D'you know how to fan toss?"
It isn't until they are both older that their respective untruths will be revealed.
Rating: PG
Couple: Roald/Shinko
Event: AU Pole Vault
Words: 257
Summary: A prince meets a princess (not that either of them know it).
"I know who you are," the little girl says solemnly. She has dark eyes, huge in her cream-colored face.
"I'm not anyone," the boy says. He's dressed in a modicum of finery, his black hair mussed and windblown. "My parents might be, but I bet you don't know anything about me."
"I do." She squints. "You look just like the king."
"Silly," the boy laughs. "The Islands don't have a king, they have an emperor. I'm a visitor and even I know that."
"I didn't mean that," the girl insists. "You look like King Roger of Tortall. But smaller. Also you don't have a beard."
"You're smaller than me," he insists. "An' I'm a Mindelan. My mama is named Ilane and my papa is named Piers and I have lots of sisters and brothers but I'm the youngest boy cause Avinar was born eight minutes before I was, even though that hardly counts for anything-- and my sister Keladry is youngest but she's already almost as big as I am." He ends on a bit of a pout.
"You have the same color eyes as the Tortallan king," the girl points out. She inches closer to his side. "What's your name?"
"Roald," he says. "What's yours?"
"Cricket," she responds, not missing a beat. "Your sister's Keladry."
Roald nods, and Cricket offers him a shy grin. "She's really nice."
He shrugs enigmatically. "She's okay."
Cricket eyes him speculatively. "D'you know how to fan toss?"
It isn't until they are both older that their respective untruths will be revealed.