Post by sesquipedalian on Mar 17, 2012 23:52:02 GMT 10
Title: Diplomacy
Rating: PG
Crossover: A really, actually, rather ambiguous crossover that just so happens to be currently a secret so I'm going to make sure it's blocked out in the blurb like box you get when you scroll over by adding a long, long, sentence: Tortall/Harry Potter (you'll see)
Summary: Kel listens in on an odd conversation.
A/N: I'd just like to say here that I have been waiting a long time to make this joke.
The Gryfndaers squint in the morning light at the redheaded knight approaching Lord Wyldon.
“Oh, dear,” one of them, a blond lady, murmurs to her companion, a dark haired man. “Not this again.”
The man stops looking at another redheaded lady in the royal box—possibly a relation of the knight?—to look down at the jousting field.
“He’ll be alright this time,” the man says, louder, and Keladry takes the opportunity to join the conversation.
“What is it?” she asks the pair.
The woman looks at her. “That knight has a terrible lack of confidence in jousting, though apparently he’s fair enough at it. How is your knight?”
Kel looks at Wyldon desperately, hoping he’ll be smart enough to lose for the diplomacy envoy. “He’s pretty good,” she says weakly.
The woman sighs. “What could have possessed him…what’s that he’s wearing on his breastplate?” she says suddenly, elbowing the man. Kel spots a waving lady’s handkerchief.
“Well,” the man replies with satisfaction, “it’s your token, of course.”
The woman’s eyes narrow and she glares at him. “I didn’t give him a token.”
“But I told him it was yours when I did,” the man says with a broad smile, and waves at the redheaded lady in the far box.
“Harold!” the woman exclaims. “Will you quit your matchmaking? Ever since you and Ginevra started stepping out, all you can do is try and get all your friends married to each other!”
“Well,” the man said infuriatingly, reminding Kel of Neal, “it’s working, isn’t it?”
“Not when he falls on his sappy arse, it won’t!” the woman snaps.
The man called Harold raises an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one that blinded his opponent with a mirror in the match to compete in this tournament?" he reminds her.
"That was different! Sir Cormac would have started an international incident after he lost!" the woman protests.
“Pardon me,” Kel interrupts, “but why is the knight competing if he thinks he’s no good?”
The woman looks at her again. "He doesn't have much of a choice," she says. “Weasley is our king.”
Rating: PG
Crossover: A really, actually, rather ambiguous crossover that just so happens to be currently a secret so I'm going to make sure it's blocked out in the blurb like box you get when you scroll over by adding a long, long, sentence: Tortall/Harry Potter (you'll see)
Summary: Kel listens in on an odd conversation.
A/N: I'd just like to say here that I have been waiting a long time to make this joke.
The Gryfndaers squint in the morning light at the redheaded knight approaching Lord Wyldon.
“Oh, dear,” one of them, a blond lady, murmurs to her companion, a dark haired man. “Not this again.”
The man stops looking at another redheaded lady in the royal box—possibly a relation of the knight?—to look down at the jousting field.
“He’ll be alright this time,” the man says, louder, and Keladry takes the opportunity to join the conversation.
“What is it?” she asks the pair.
The woman looks at her. “That knight has a terrible lack of confidence in jousting, though apparently he’s fair enough at it. How is your knight?”
Kel looks at Wyldon desperately, hoping he’ll be smart enough to lose for the diplomacy envoy. “He’s pretty good,” she says weakly.
The woman sighs. “What could have possessed him…what’s that he’s wearing on his breastplate?” she says suddenly, elbowing the man. Kel spots a waving lady’s handkerchief.
“Well,” the man replies with satisfaction, “it’s your token, of course.”
The woman’s eyes narrow and she glares at him. “I didn’t give him a token.”
“But I told him it was yours when I did,” the man says with a broad smile, and waves at the redheaded lady in the far box.
“Harold!” the woman exclaims. “Will you quit your matchmaking? Ever since you and Ginevra started stepping out, all you can do is try and get all your friends married to each other!”
“Well,” the man said infuriatingly, reminding Kel of Neal, “it’s working, isn’t it?”
“Not when he falls on his sappy arse, it won’t!” the woman snaps.
The man called Harold raises an eyebrow. "Weren't you the one that blinded his opponent with a mirror in the match to compete in this tournament?" he reminds her.
"That was different! Sir Cormac would have started an international incident after he lost!" the woman protests.
“Pardon me,” Kel interrupts, “but why is the knight competing if he thinks he’s no good?”
The woman looks at her again. "He doesn't have much of a choice," she says. “Weasley is our king.”