Post by Muse on May 25, 2013 0:17:36 GMT 10
Title: Beginnings V
Rating: PG
Word Count: 543
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: Buri and Raoul end up at the Cria Fair in Galla. Ponies are jerks.
“I still can’t believe that you’re looking to supply your entire group of irregulars with ponies like yours,” Raoul comments, as Buri wanders through the busy streets through the Cria Fair in Galla. “Isn’t the one enough?”
One eyebrow arched perfectly, Buri pauses in her tracks long enough to give Raoul a look, one that he seems to be getting more and more often as they’ve travelled together past the Tortallan border. “He doesn’t look like much, but he’s worth his weight in silver; he was outpacing your heavy hay muncher by the third day of hard riding we did to get here in time for the beginning of the Fair. Help me look for someone selling mountain ponies.”
Shoving his hands amiably into his pockets, Raoul ambles after Buri. “If you say so; you’re the one that’s going to have to deal with them all, and getting them to behave with one another.”
Buri passes over the first paddock they find, and then the second. “Are you even supposed to be here?”
Leaning backwards against the fence, Raoul shrugged. “The fair was only slightly out of the way for the Own, and Thayet would hardly thank me for letting you wander around Galla on your lonesome, to boot.”
“Jon would hardly thank me for encouraging your bad behavior,” Buri replies, sharper than she intended. A stolen glance from under lowered lashes reveals that Raoul’s flushing slightly, his ruddy skin showing only the slightest reddening of his ears. “You know as well as I do that Thayet sent me, and I go where I please.”
Raoul’s fingers twisted together. “You know I didn’t mean—“
“Thinking like this is going to get you into trouble someday.” Buri mentions bluntly, looking out into the herd. This group looks as though it has some promising animals.
“Thinking like this is going to save your sanity someday,” Raoul replies lightly, looking away towards the opposite end of the field at the furthest ponies.
As Buri’s gaze moves from pony to pony, she sees the snow covered mountains that ring the city of Cria, so reminiscent and yet so very different of the steppes of Sarain. At the foot of their shadows, with the fresh air of cool mountain spring in her nostrils, she thinks she can begin to understand just what Raoul is saying.
“Ouch!” Raoul jerks away from the corral, wheeling to face it as his left hand flies up to clutch at his right arm. “You—“
The pony standing on the other side of the fence flicks its ears back and forward, swishing its tail innocently. The image might have worked if there was not a scrap of the green shirt Raoul had been wearing between its teeth.
“I think these are the ponies we are looking for,” Buri tries to say with a straight face.
“I think these ponies are jerks,” Raoul retorts, rubbing at the reddening teeth marks on his skin.
“Perfect,” Buri says, but pitches her voice low enough that Raoul doesn’t catch what she’s saying before she’s moving off to make the first purchase of ponies for what she hopes will be a successful irregular unit.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 543
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: Buri and Raoul end up at the Cria Fair in Galla. Ponies are jerks.
“I still can’t believe that you’re looking to supply your entire group of irregulars with ponies like yours,” Raoul comments, as Buri wanders through the busy streets through the Cria Fair in Galla. “Isn’t the one enough?”
One eyebrow arched perfectly, Buri pauses in her tracks long enough to give Raoul a look, one that he seems to be getting more and more often as they’ve travelled together past the Tortallan border. “He doesn’t look like much, but he’s worth his weight in silver; he was outpacing your heavy hay muncher by the third day of hard riding we did to get here in time for the beginning of the Fair. Help me look for someone selling mountain ponies.”
Shoving his hands amiably into his pockets, Raoul ambles after Buri. “If you say so; you’re the one that’s going to have to deal with them all, and getting them to behave with one another.”
Buri passes over the first paddock they find, and then the second. “Are you even supposed to be here?”
Leaning backwards against the fence, Raoul shrugged. “The fair was only slightly out of the way for the Own, and Thayet would hardly thank me for letting you wander around Galla on your lonesome, to boot.”
“Jon would hardly thank me for encouraging your bad behavior,” Buri replies, sharper than she intended. A stolen glance from under lowered lashes reveals that Raoul’s flushing slightly, his ruddy skin showing only the slightest reddening of his ears. “You know as well as I do that Thayet sent me, and I go where I please.”
Raoul’s fingers twisted together. “You know I didn’t mean—“
“Thinking like this is going to get you into trouble someday.” Buri mentions bluntly, looking out into the herd. This group looks as though it has some promising animals.
“Thinking like this is going to save your sanity someday,” Raoul replies lightly, looking away towards the opposite end of the field at the furthest ponies.
As Buri’s gaze moves from pony to pony, she sees the snow covered mountains that ring the city of Cria, so reminiscent and yet so very different of the steppes of Sarain. At the foot of their shadows, with the fresh air of cool mountain spring in her nostrils, she thinks she can begin to understand just what Raoul is saying.
“Ouch!” Raoul jerks away from the corral, wheeling to face it as his left hand flies up to clutch at his right arm. “You—“
The pony standing on the other side of the fence flicks its ears back and forward, swishing its tail innocently. The image might have worked if there was not a scrap of the green shirt Raoul had been wearing between its teeth.
“I think these are the ponies we are looking for,” Buri tries to say with a straight face.
“I think these ponies are jerks,” Raoul retorts, rubbing at the reddening teeth marks on his skin.
“Perfect,” Buri says, but pitches her voice low enough that Raoul doesn’t catch what she’s saying before she’s moving off to make the first purchase of ponies for what she hopes will be a successful irregular unit.