Post by Seek on Apr 14, 2013 3:56:51 GMT 10
Title: Verdant IV
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 579 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU. Alanna and Jon talk about her search for the Green Knight.
Warnings: References to beheading.
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"And then," Alanna said, "I got lost on the way to finding the Green Chapel."
Jon snorted. "You don't say," he muttered. "Where was the Green Chapel, anyway?"
Alanna frowned. "Strangely enough, it was very close to the mountains and Trebond, though I could have sworn I knew the area like the back of my hand, and there never was a Green Chapel there. But it was when I rode in search of it. So I had many adventures--remind me to tell you about the one with the old woman and the bells sometime, there was a horsethief involved and a Tyran merchant--"
"--what?"
"I know," Alanna said. "It was one of my stranger adventures. But eventually, I came upon a very old fief: Fief Bertilak."
Jon made a face. "Is that even Tortallan?" he demanded.
"It's in the Grimhold Mountains," Alanna explained, "And since that's near Scanra, many of the older names stick. Now, will you stop interrupting? Or I'll never be able to tell it."
Jon grumbled, but subsided.
"I was starving by the time I reached Fief Bertilak. I hadn't had any luck hunting or trapping game, and I hadn't come across any villages where I could trade for supplies. I had little trail food left, and so discovering the castle was a relief. The lord of the castle was a very good host, by the name of Lord Byren. Gregarious man--"
"Do you even know the meaning of that word?"
Alanna glared at him. "Do you want to hear my story or not?"
He fell silent, with a muttered apology, and only then, Alanna continued. "Very jovial, with an infectious laugh. He held a feast, of course." She made a face. "There's always a feast. In any case, he asked after my quest, and when I told him about the Green Knight--"
"Alanna. You told a complete stranger 'Hello, I'm a Knight of Tortall, looking for a Green Chapel where I can find a Green Knight to chop my head off because I chopped his off a couple of months ago?'"
"That's it," Alanna said. She advanced on him. "This means war."
She tickled him, mercilessly. He retaliated by unleashing the pillows, until they were both gasping for air.
"Truce," Jon gasped.
"Truce," Alanna agreed, breathlessly. "Shall I go on?"
At his nod, she continued, "Well, he told me I was lucky because he knew of the Green Chapel, and it was only about an hour's ride away or so. So of course, he wouldn't hear of me continuing on. I had to stay with him until Midwinter, where he would guide me to the Chapel to meet the strange Knight. Truth to be told, it wasn't an unpleasant thing. He was a good host, and the castle was a welcome change from roughing it out in the wild. The second day, he took me hunting in the mountains. My luck had changed, and we brought in some venison. But the third day was when it all began. I was tired, you see, so I begged off hunting. He said we would play a game, to liven things up."
Jon groaned. "Don't tell me he wanted you to cut off his head too."
"Funny you should say that," Alanna said, thoughtfully. She didn't chide his interruption this time. "Look, Jon, I think we should leave it at that for the time being. I'd like to turn in for the night."
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 579 words.
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: AU. Alanna and Jon talk about her search for the Green Knight.
Warnings: References to beheading.
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"And then," Alanna said, "I got lost on the way to finding the Green Chapel."
Jon snorted. "You don't say," he muttered. "Where was the Green Chapel, anyway?"
Alanna frowned. "Strangely enough, it was very close to the mountains and Trebond, though I could have sworn I knew the area like the back of my hand, and there never was a Green Chapel there. But it was when I rode in search of it. So I had many adventures--remind me to tell you about the one with the old woman and the bells sometime, there was a horsethief involved and a Tyran merchant--"
"--what?"
"I know," Alanna said. "It was one of my stranger adventures. But eventually, I came upon a very old fief: Fief Bertilak."
Jon made a face. "Is that even Tortallan?" he demanded.
"It's in the Grimhold Mountains," Alanna explained, "And since that's near Scanra, many of the older names stick. Now, will you stop interrupting? Or I'll never be able to tell it."
Jon grumbled, but subsided.
"I was starving by the time I reached Fief Bertilak. I hadn't had any luck hunting or trapping game, and I hadn't come across any villages where I could trade for supplies. I had little trail food left, and so discovering the castle was a relief. The lord of the castle was a very good host, by the name of Lord Byren. Gregarious man--"
"Do you even know the meaning of that word?"
Alanna glared at him. "Do you want to hear my story or not?"
He fell silent, with a muttered apology, and only then, Alanna continued. "Very jovial, with an infectious laugh. He held a feast, of course." She made a face. "There's always a feast. In any case, he asked after my quest, and when I told him about the Green Knight--"
"Alanna. You told a complete stranger 'Hello, I'm a Knight of Tortall, looking for a Green Chapel where I can find a Green Knight to chop my head off because I chopped his off a couple of months ago?'"
"That's it," Alanna said. She advanced on him. "This means war."
She tickled him, mercilessly. He retaliated by unleashing the pillows, until they were both gasping for air.
"Truce," Jon gasped.
"Truce," Alanna agreed, breathlessly. "Shall I go on?"
At his nod, she continued, "Well, he told me I was lucky because he knew of the Green Chapel, and it was only about an hour's ride away or so. So of course, he wouldn't hear of me continuing on. I had to stay with him until Midwinter, where he would guide me to the Chapel to meet the strange Knight. Truth to be told, it wasn't an unpleasant thing. He was a good host, and the castle was a welcome change from roughing it out in the wild. The second day, he took me hunting in the mountains. My luck had changed, and we brought in some venison. But the third day was when it all began. I was tired, you see, so I begged off hunting. He said we would play a game, to liven things up."
Jon groaned. "Don't tell me he wanted you to cut off his head too."
"Funny you should say that," Alanna said, thoughtfully. She didn't chide his interruption this time. "Look, Jon, I think we should leave it at that for the time being. I'd like to turn in for the night."