Post by Ankhiale on Dec 12, 2013 23:33:26 GMT 10
Title: Sparring
Rating: PG for language
For: Kuno
Prompt: #1 - Kel and Joren meeting as knights.
Summary: Kel’s just received her assignment from Wyldon, and Joren, being Joren, has a few things to say about it.
Notes and Warnings: A bit of bad language from Joren. I hope you like it, Kuno. (Er, the fic, not the bad language. XD)
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"It figures that the only job they'd find suitable for you would be as a glorified nursemaid. Tell me, Mindelan, was this really what you envisioned when getting your shield?"
The aristocratic drawl barely covering a sneer was unmistakable. Kel knew the sensible thing would be just to ignore it, but she turned anyway. "It's a job that needs to be done," she pointed out in her most inscrutable Yamani manner.
Sir Joren of Stone Mountain tucked his hands in his belt and smiled at her with all the sweetness of arsenic-laced honey. "That's not an answer to my question."
"Perhaps your question wasn't worth answering," Kel replied with a tone of utter reason.
Joren's smile broadened. "So what we all suspected turns out to be true. You can't hack it on the front lines, in the real war, doing real knight work, and so my lord Wyldon has found you some pretty little post shepherding peasant brats as a sop to those noisy progressives plaguing the Court." He stared innocently up at the blue sky and added, "I'm surprised you didn't fight him on this. Mithros knows no one could pay me enough to take such a demeaning job."
Kel shrugged. "No one with a brain in their head would want you commanding people anyway," she replied, keeping her voice calm and level. She knew that was rude, but this man had proven time and again there was no appeasing him. It was far past time for the gloves to come off.
Joren's head snapped back down and he scowled at her. It always amazed Kel how even a small barb from her could sink so far under his skin. He took a menacing step towards her. "Watch your tongue, bitch," he snarled, face gone ugly like it always did around her. "One of us will have it out eventually."
Kel smiled a perfect Yamani curve. "You've tried," she said. "I've stopped you each time."
"I only have to get lucky once, Mindelan."
Kel let her smile slide, just for the briefest moment, into a very Neal-like mocking curve. Then she turned away and walked on.
It was wartime, after all. Playtime would come later.
Rating: PG for language
For: Kuno
Prompt: #1 - Kel and Joren meeting as knights.
Summary: Kel’s just received her assignment from Wyldon, and Joren, being Joren, has a few things to say about it.
Notes and Warnings: A bit of bad language from Joren. I hope you like it, Kuno. (Er, the fic, not the bad language. XD)
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"It figures that the only job they'd find suitable for you would be as a glorified nursemaid. Tell me, Mindelan, was this really what you envisioned when getting your shield?"
The aristocratic drawl barely covering a sneer was unmistakable. Kel knew the sensible thing would be just to ignore it, but she turned anyway. "It's a job that needs to be done," she pointed out in her most inscrutable Yamani manner.
Sir Joren of Stone Mountain tucked his hands in his belt and smiled at her with all the sweetness of arsenic-laced honey. "That's not an answer to my question."
"Perhaps your question wasn't worth answering," Kel replied with a tone of utter reason.
Joren's smile broadened. "So what we all suspected turns out to be true. You can't hack it on the front lines, in the real war, doing real knight work, and so my lord Wyldon has found you some pretty little post shepherding peasant brats as a sop to those noisy progressives plaguing the Court." He stared innocently up at the blue sky and added, "I'm surprised you didn't fight him on this. Mithros knows no one could pay me enough to take such a demeaning job."
Kel shrugged. "No one with a brain in their head would want you commanding people anyway," she replied, keeping her voice calm and level. She knew that was rude, but this man had proven time and again there was no appeasing him. It was far past time for the gloves to come off.
Joren's head snapped back down and he scowled at her. It always amazed Kel how even a small barb from her could sink so far under his skin. He took a menacing step towards her. "Watch your tongue, bitch," he snarled, face gone ugly like it always did around her. "One of us will have it out eventually."
Kel smiled a perfect Yamani curve. "You've tried," she said. "I've stopped you each time."
"I only have to get lucky once, Mindelan."
Kel let her smile slide, just for the briefest moment, into a very Neal-like mocking curve. Then she turned away and walked on.
It was wartime, after all. Playtime would come later.