Post by Muse on May 25, 2013 0:15:27 GMT 10
Title: Beginnings II
Rating: PG
Word Count: 546
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: The first year of Jonathan’s reign is under their belt, but the effects of a year of famine are still apparent. Buri writes to Raoul while he’s on the road.
A/N: Still recounting my words with online word counters instead of Word…hopefully this is more accurate.
Dear Raoul,
It’s only June.
How is it only June?
Corus has not much improved since you were sent on tour of Tortall and its various ills. Have you lost many men from the Own yet? (Are they whining and running off to tell their pompous noble fathers about having to do actual work yet? Tell me, I want to know!) Has your own sweat glued your chain mail to your skin yet?
Honestly, though, how are things looking outside of Corus? Hunger and sickness are still rising all over the city, and beginning to move out of the slums and into the rest of the Lower City. Riots have started over the price of food; there hasn’t been any word or goods coming from the farming fiefs, which spells bad news for everyone. Jonathan almost threw the Dominion Jewel off the top of Balor’s Needle before Alanna stopped him. I believe her words were something along the line of ”I almost died for that don’t you dare!”. She told me about it later, after she smacked some sense into him on the practice courts. (Her words, not mine.)
I don’t think he’ll be using the Jewel again any time soon.
Speaking of Jon, he’s almost beside himself; Thayet’s looking ready to pop at any moment, and the man hasn’t had a rational thought about being a father yet, to my knowledge. The sanest question he’s had was “What if I drop it?”
Thayet hit him for calling their child “it”.
Then he asked something what he should do if “it” ends up having more than five toes on each foot (honestly, what are you thinking Jonathan?) and Thayet really lost it; you really should have been here to see that. You would have enjoyed it as much as I did.
With all the insanity that pregnancy brings with it, I have been solidly put off of procreation. Especially since it doesn’t end after nine months—there’s simply another voice adding to the noise. I think Alanna’s siding with me on this one, too, though George doesn’t look too disappointed. Yet.
I hope your men aren’t being too lazy, and that the Own is doing as much good as Jon hoped it would back when he assigned you to this duty. It’s been making me think, however. There really isn’t any unit in Tortall designed to do the work Jon has you doing; even the Own is too big and slow-moving for bandits, much less the army regulars. Thayet’s been wrapped up in her plans for schools in the City, for the commoners, but she agrees with me on this. If there’s enough need, perhaps we can think of some way to address the lack of a proper unit for this kind of light work that doesn’t require all you big strong men and your huge, slow, hay-eating machines. What do you think?
Hopefully this will reach you. I’m sending the messenger out eastwards, towards your last known location. You should respond before I go completely crazy.
Don’t get in trouble.
Buri
Rating: PG
Word Count: 546
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: The first year of Jonathan’s reign is under their belt, but the effects of a year of famine are still apparent. Buri writes to Raoul while he’s on the road.
A/N: Still recounting my words with online word counters instead of Word…hopefully this is more accurate.
Dear Raoul,
It’s only June.
How is it only June?
Corus has not much improved since you were sent on tour of Tortall and its various ills. Have you lost many men from the Own yet? (Are they whining and running off to tell their pompous noble fathers about having to do actual work yet? Tell me, I want to know!) Has your own sweat glued your chain mail to your skin yet?
Honestly, though, how are things looking outside of Corus? Hunger and sickness are still rising all over the city, and beginning to move out of the slums and into the rest of the Lower City. Riots have started over the price of food; there hasn’t been any word or goods coming from the farming fiefs, which spells bad news for everyone. Jonathan almost threw the Dominion Jewel off the top of Balor’s Needle before Alanna stopped him. I believe her words were something along the line of ”I almost died for that don’t you dare!”. She told me about it later, after she smacked some sense into him on the practice courts. (Her words, not mine.)
I don’t think he’ll be using the Jewel again any time soon.
Speaking of Jon, he’s almost beside himself; Thayet’s looking ready to pop at any moment, and the man hasn’t had a rational thought about being a father yet, to my knowledge. The sanest question he’s had was “What if I drop it?”
Thayet hit him for calling their child “it”.
With all the insanity that pregnancy brings with it, I have been solidly put off of procreation. Especially since it doesn’t end after nine months—there’s simply another voice adding to the noise. I think Alanna’s siding with me on this one, too, though George doesn’t look too disappointed. Yet.
I hope your men aren’t being too lazy, and that the Own is doing as much good as Jon hoped it would back when he assigned you to this duty. It’s been making me think, however. There really isn’t any unit in Tortall designed to do the work Jon has you doing; even the Own is too big and slow-moving for bandits, much less the army regulars. Thayet’s been wrapped up in her plans for schools in the City, for the commoners, but she agrees with me on this. If there’s enough need, perhaps we can think of some way to address the lack of a proper unit for this kind of light work that doesn’t require all you big strong men and your huge, slow, hay-eating machines. What do you think?
Hopefully this will reach you. I’m sending the messenger out eastwards, towards your last known location. You should respond before I go completely crazy.
Don’t get in trouble.
Buri