Post by Shhasow on Dec 3, 2011 6:16:36 GMT 10
To: Lisa
Message: Thanks for the prompt - I hope you enjoy!
From: Shhasow
Title: Wyldon's Biggest Mistake
Rating: PG
Words: 245
Wishlist Item: #5 - Owen-and-Wyldon interaction
Summary: There is something worse than chatter. Silence.
After four long years as his training master and now two as his knight-master, Wyldon of Cavall understood Owen of Jesslaw. The boy was impetuous, unassuming, and altogether far too ‘jolly’ for his own good. Nor did the hellion ever shut up, not before Wyldon had to threaten him with menial labor or punishment runs, at which point Owen typically did close his mouth. Unfortunately, Wyldon had to threaten Owen every day with such things. On the positive end, however, the squire was now in better shape than ever.
It wasn’t that the boy was malicious, or that he liked the sound of his own voice. No, he simply was constantly high on life, bubbling up with excitement and anticipation at the cost of his dignity.
So, it was with great confusion when at a dinner in Cavall, the constant stream of noise ended abruptly. It took Wyldon a few seconds to realize that it was missing, and he searched the room for the possible cause of such a monumental feat. Perhaps he could find and utilize it for a few blessed moments of silence.
It was with growing alarm that Wyldon noticed his youngest daughter Margarry sweeping through the room towards the table, and horror mixed with impending doom when he realized that the girl was eyeing his squire’s form with interest.
Oh, Mithros, no.
It had been a terrible oversight to make the boy run. Eating cookies and cake would have been a far better idea.
Message: Thanks for the prompt - I hope you enjoy!
From: Shhasow
Title: Wyldon's Biggest Mistake
Rating: PG
Words: 245
Wishlist Item: #5 - Owen-and-Wyldon interaction
Summary: There is something worse than chatter. Silence.
After four long years as his training master and now two as his knight-master, Wyldon of Cavall understood Owen of Jesslaw. The boy was impetuous, unassuming, and altogether far too ‘jolly’ for his own good. Nor did the hellion ever shut up, not before Wyldon had to threaten him with menial labor or punishment runs, at which point Owen typically did close his mouth. Unfortunately, Wyldon had to threaten Owen every day with such things. On the positive end, however, the squire was now in better shape than ever.
It wasn’t that the boy was malicious, or that he liked the sound of his own voice. No, he simply was constantly high on life, bubbling up with excitement and anticipation at the cost of his dignity.
So, it was with great confusion when at a dinner in Cavall, the constant stream of noise ended abruptly. It took Wyldon a few seconds to realize that it was missing, and he searched the room for the possible cause of such a monumental feat. Perhaps he could find and utilize it for a few blessed moments of silence.
It was with growing alarm that Wyldon noticed his youngest daughter Margarry sweeping through the room towards the table, and horror mixed with impending doom when he realized that the girl was eyeing his squire’s form with interest.
Oh, Mithros, no.
It had been a terrible oversight to make the boy run. Eating cookies and cake would have been a far better idea.