Post by magenellofgalla on May 29, 2012 17:19:56 GMT 10
Series: Knowing
Title: Matchmaking
Rating: G
Event: Lighthearted Long-Jump
Words: 528
Summary: Irnai strikes up a conversation with Joren. Some Kel/Joren and a mention of Owen/Margarry.
A/N By the way, for my purposes, Joren didn't die in the Chamber. ^_^
“How is the Protector of the Small?”
Joren jumped at the new voice; he didn’t think that anyone would join him on the balcony. “Fine, I guess.” he said, recovering his composure.
“You ought to,” she said, a wide, innocent smile caressing her face. “You are the Protector of the Protector of the Small.”
His eyes widened in shock. “What d’you mean?”
She looked straight ahead of her, taking on a glassy look in her eyes. “He will come after rescue, beautiful as can be, with eyes of the sky and the scent of ice. He is the protector of the Protector of the Small.”
He pulled his tunic over his nose. “Do I smell like… ice?”
Irnai looked back at him, returning to their world. “Ask anybody attending this ball.” He cocked a questioning brow. “Don’t look at me like that,” she chided. “You know that it’s the truth.”
He did, in fact. But hearing it from a young girl a third his age and his height was odd and demeaning. “Scent of ice,” he snorted, looking at the moon.
Then again, the little seer had never been wrong in her predictions.
Despite his attempt to look indifferent, Irnai read the look on his face. He was really thinking about what she said. She congratulated herself inwardly. Yes! I’ve done it.
All of a sudden, she felt someone coming. “Excuse me, Sir Joren. I must go. Good luck.”
“Good luck?” he said under his breath.
Irnai looked at Kel with wide, green eyes. “Greetings, Protector of the Small.” She bowed. “I must go now. May your night be endlessly
pleasant.” With that, the girl scurried out through the glass door. She let out a sigh.
“Did it work?” Tobe asked excitedly.
“I think so,” she said. “Let’s check.”
Irnai fixed her mass of hair over her right shoulder so that it didn’t get in the way and pressed her nose against the glass. “Well, aren’t you going to join me? You’re the one who planned this all.” The young wild mage grinned and followed suit.
“I can’t hear,” Tobe complained.
“Then read their lips!” she snapped.
There was no denying Joren’s blush when he saw Kel. “Hey, Kel,” Irnai translated for Tobe’s sake.
He groaned. “Never mind. Don’t translate. It sounds weird when you say it.”
She giggled and went back to watching the pair.
“They’re getting along!” she said excitedly. Joren had slipped his hand into Kel’s. The moon bathed them in a bluish light, making them look like a portrait straight out of a romance novel.
They detached themselves from the door and faced each other. “A pleasure doing business with you,” Tobe said professionally, as he held out a hand. “You did an exemplary job, if I say so myself.”
The seer took his hand and shook it. “Thank you.” She studied him thoughtfully, reading his expression. She grinned at what she saw: he was ready for a new pair. “So who’s next?”
He lost his businesslike composure. “I knew you’d understand!” With that, he put an arm around her shoulders and started to explain his plan. “Well, you know Owen and Margarry, correct?”
Title: Matchmaking
Rating: G
Event: Lighthearted Long-Jump
Words: 528
Summary: Irnai strikes up a conversation with Joren. Some Kel/Joren and a mention of Owen/Margarry.
A/N By the way, for my purposes, Joren didn't die in the Chamber. ^_^
“How is the Protector of the Small?”
Joren jumped at the new voice; he didn’t think that anyone would join him on the balcony. “Fine, I guess.” he said, recovering his composure.
“You ought to,” she said, a wide, innocent smile caressing her face. “You are the Protector of the Protector of the Small.”
His eyes widened in shock. “What d’you mean?”
She looked straight ahead of her, taking on a glassy look in her eyes. “He will come after rescue, beautiful as can be, with eyes of the sky and the scent of ice. He is the protector of the Protector of the Small.”
He pulled his tunic over his nose. “Do I smell like… ice?”
Irnai looked back at him, returning to their world. “Ask anybody attending this ball.” He cocked a questioning brow. “Don’t look at me like that,” she chided. “You know that it’s the truth.”
He did, in fact. But hearing it from a young girl a third his age and his height was odd and demeaning. “Scent of ice,” he snorted, looking at the moon.
Then again, the little seer had never been wrong in her predictions.
Despite his attempt to look indifferent, Irnai read the look on his face. He was really thinking about what she said. She congratulated herself inwardly. Yes! I’ve done it.
All of a sudden, she felt someone coming. “Excuse me, Sir Joren. I must go. Good luck.”
“Good luck?” he said under his breath.
Irnai looked at Kel with wide, green eyes. “Greetings, Protector of the Small.” She bowed. “I must go now. May your night be endlessly
pleasant.” With that, the girl scurried out through the glass door. She let out a sigh.
“Did it work?” Tobe asked excitedly.
“I think so,” she said. “Let’s check.”
Irnai fixed her mass of hair over her right shoulder so that it didn’t get in the way and pressed her nose against the glass. “Well, aren’t you going to join me? You’re the one who planned this all.” The young wild mage grinned and followed suit.
“I can’t hear,” Tobe complained.
“Then read their lips!” she snapped.
There was no denying Joren’s blush when he saw Kel. “Hey, Kel,” Irnai translated for Tobe’s sake.
He groaned. “Never mind. Don’t translate. It sounds weird when you say it.”
She giggled and went back to watching the pair.
“They’re getting along!” she said excitedly. Joren had slipped his hand into Kel’s. The moon bathed them in a bluish light, making them look like a portrait straight out of a romance novel.
They detached themselves from the door and faced each other. “A pleasure doing business with you,” Tobe said professionally, as he held out a hand. “You did an exemplary job, if I say so myself.”
The seer took his hand and shook it. “Thank you.” She studied him thoughtfully, reading his expression. She grinned at what she saw: he was ready for a new pair. “So who’s next?”
He lost his businesslike composure. “I knew you’d understand!” With that, he put an arm around her shoulders and started to explain his plan. “Well, you know Owen and Margarry, correct?”