Post by Tamari on May 1, 2012 13:26:10 GMT 10
Series: Of Freedom
Title: Waiting on a Dawn-Bright Lawn
Rating: G
Event: Light-hearted Long Jump
Words: 367
Summary: Lerant has trouble learning a new skill. Luckily (or not so luckily), he has Lianne to help him.
Author's Notes: I finished tonight, actually, so here you go! Title (of series and fics) taken from Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.
He tripped over his tangled legs and fell, slapping the ground like he
d been taught in training. He spit out a few blades of grass and looked up at the helplessly giggling girl.
"It's not funny," he said.
She covered her mouth with one hand and helped him up with the other. "I'm sorry," she said. "But it kind of is."
"How do you ladies do that all the time? Especially you! You must fall down sometimes," he said.
"It's one of the things they teach in the convent, Lerant. Not that I went there, but I had tutors instead."
"Well, teach me!" he said.
"You want me to teach you," she repeated, before collapsing in laughter again.
"You don't have to be so rude," Lerant said with a sniff. "I'll just ask Vania."
"Do it!"
He sighed. "You know I won't."
"Yep," she said cheerfully. "That's why I will teach you after all."
"Fine," he said, "How do I do it?"
She stepped back and swept one of her long legs behind her, pointing her muddy slipper to the left. He awkwardly copied the motion, watching his feet to make sure he didn't fall this time. "What now, Lianne?"
Lerant looked up to see her smile. That couldn't be good.
"All you do is sink to the floor."
"Sink?" he echoed.
Lianne demonstrated, holding her cotton dress off the ground and lowering until her knees were wide apart.
After a few tries, he finally succeeded without landing on his backside. He looked at her and his mouth fell open.
She was laughing.
"What?" he said. "I did it right!"
"Y-you-" she said through her laughter, "I'm not an earl!"
Lerant thumped his palm into his face. "Still not right?"
"No," she said, calming down again. "But that's fine. You're a man, after all."
"Yeah," he agreed. It still stung to be defeated by something all convent girls could do.
Lianne obviously understood and patted his arm. "I like you this way," she said, in a much more frank voice than was her usual.
"Of course you do," he teased, shoving her shoulder.
"Well," she said with a snort, 'I can curtsey and you can't!"
Lerant laughed.
Title: Waiting on a Dawn-Bright Lawn
Rating: G
Event: Light-hearted Long Jump
Words: 367
Summary: Lerant has trouble learning a new skill. Luckily (or not so luckily), he has Lianne to help him.
Author's Notes: I finished tonight, actually, so here you go! Title (of series and fics) taken from Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.
Waiting on a Dawn-Bright Lawn
He tripped over his tangled legs and fell, slapping the ground like he
d been taught in training. He spit out a few blades of grass and looked up at the helplessly giggling girl.
"It's not funny," he said.
She covered her mouth with one hand and helped him up with the other. "I'm sorry," she said. "But it kind of is."
"How do you ladies do that all the time? Especially you! You must fall down sometimes," he said.
"It's one of the things they teach in the convent, Lerant. Not that I went there, but I had tutors instead."
"Well, teach me!" he said.
"You want me to teach you," she repeated, before collapsing in laughter again.
"You don't have to be so rude," Lerant said with a sniff. "I'll just ask Vania."
"Do it!"
He sighed. "You know I won't."
"Yep," she said cheerfully. "That's why I will teach you after all."
"Fine," he said, "How do I do it?"
She stepped back and swept one of her long legs behind her, pointing her muddy slipper to the left. He awkwardly copied the motion, watching his feet to make sure he didn't fall this time. "What now, Lianne?"
Lerant looked up to see her smile. That couldn't be good.
"All you do is sink to the floor."
"Sink?" he echoed.
Lianne demonstrated, holding her cotton dress off the ground and lowering until her knees were wide apart.
After a few tries, he finally succeeded without landing on his backside. He looked at her and his mouth fell open.
She was laughing.
"What?" he said. "I did it right!"
"Y-you-" she said through her laughter, "I'm not an earl!"
Lerant thumped his palm into his face. "Still not right?"
"No," she said, calming down again. "But that's fine. You're a man, after all."
"Yeah," he agreed. It still stung to be defeated by something all convent girls could do.
Lianne obviously understood and patted his arm. "I like you this way," she said, in a much more frank voice than was her usual.
"Of course you do," he teased, shoving her shoulder.
"Well," she said with a snort, 'I can curtsey and you can't!"
Lerant laughed.
