Post by wordy on Nov 27, 2012 11:50:39 GMT 10
Title: Adrift
Rating: G
Summary: Kel finds herself suddenly without anything to tie her down.
"I'm sure Lord Raoul would let you ride with the Own for a time," said Dom.
The idea was one she had let her thoughts run away with all too frequently of late. Beside her, Peachblossom snorted against her neck. "No," she said finally. "I need something else."
New Hope was running perfectly well without her. That hurt, a little. More than she would have expected, if she was being honest with herself. She missed the men of the Own and their easy camaraderie; they had accepted her long ago, and would welcome her back. When had even that proved not enough to satsify her?
She wanted to be useful.
Dom fiddled with his reins, curling them and uncurling them around his hand, always mindful to keep his horse out of Peachblossom's reach. Only a few men and women remained on the field, shadowed figures in the fading daylight.
"I'll probably receive new orders soon enough," she said, though even that was little comfort. The uncertainty disturbed her calm. For so many years her life had held order, a path spread clearly in front of her.
"Perhaps you'll be placed closer to Corus this time."
"Perhaps. When does your company ride out?"
"Five days, maybe sooner."
She looked at his face, but couldn't read past his smile. It still made her heart flutter oddly. Peachblossom shifted impatiently, eager to be fed, and she patted his nose absently, letting him snuffle against her hand. She had told herself, once, that she was only waiting for the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time.
Anyone could see, and she was not yet brave enough, so she settled for reaching out and touching his arm, but the thrill of the look he gave her said plenty. Enough to warm her, to ground her in the present instead of worrying over what was out of reach.
Rating: G
Summary: Kel finds herself suddenly without anything to tie her down.
"I'm sure Lord Raoul would let you ride with the Own for a time," said Dom.
The idea was one she had let her thoughts run away with all too frequently of late. Beside her, Peachblossom snorted against her neck. "No," she said finally. "I need something else."
New Hope was running perfectly well without her. That hurt, a little. More than she would have expected, if she was being honest with herself. She missed the men of the Own and their easy camaraderie; they had accepted her long ago, and would welcome her back. When had even that proved not enough to satsify her?
She wanted to be useful.
Dom fiddled with his reins, curling them and uncurling them around his hand, always mindful to keep his horse out of Peachblossom's reach. Only a few men and women remained on the field, shadowed figures in the fading daylight.
"I'll probably receive new orders soon enough," she said, though even that was little comfort. The uncertainty disturbed her calm. For so many years her life had held order, a path spread clearly in front of her.
"Perhaps you'll be placed closer to Corus this time."
"Perhaps. When does your company ride out?"
"Five days, maybe sooner."
She looked at his face, but couldn't read past his smile. It still made her heart flutter oddly. Peachblossom shifted impatiently, eager to be fed, and she patted his nose absently, letting him snuffle against her hand. She had told herself, once, that she was only waiting for the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time.
Anyone could see, and she was not yet brave enough, so she settled for reaching out and touching his arm, but the thrill of the look he gave her said plenty. Enough to warm her, to ground her in the present instead of worrying over what was out of reach.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!