Post by Ryn on Dec 20, 2014 19:29:41 GMT 10
Title: A Credit
Rating: PG
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: Kel/Wyldon friendship fic
Summary: Kel voices frustration over her duties as Training Mistress to the realm’s pages
Notes and Warnings: I realize now you may have wanted something kind of shippy and all i focused on was the friendship aspect, but maybe if you squint and tilt your head…?
A Credit
Her first Midwinter as Training Mistress, when the court trickled into the capital for the annual winter festivities, Kel sought out the only person whom she felt could truly appreciate the weight of her current circumstance. She found Wyldon of Cavall at one of the small parties held each year by the Lord of Naxen, casually petting one of Lady Cythera’s small spaniels.
She dropped onto the cushioned bench beside him without preamble.
“Something on your mind, lady knight?”
“Yes,” she told him, smoothing her hands across the dusty blue fabric of her skirt, “The fact that you, my lord, are an incorrigible liar.”
Wyldon tilted his head as he turned to look at her, “Oh?”
Kel nodded firmly, “An honor you said, a credit to your talents you said, you like children, you’ll do well you said.”
The former training master’s lips twitched at the ire in the lady knight’s voice.
“It’s going that well then?” he inquired.
Kel rolled her eyes with a ferocity that could have rivaled her best friend at his testiest. “I’ve had four families pull their boys out of training this season alone, three have sent private tutors for theirs under the guise of servants. A third of them pretend to do as I say only to turn about and countermand my orders and undermine my training with the other boys. I feel like I spend more time assigning punishments work for disobedience and withholding privileges than I do actually doing my job. At least half of their parents are petitioning Roald to replace me, and to be fair I almost wish he would get it over with already just so I can lay down and sleep for the next century.”
Wyldon nodded sagely as he listened to her tirade. “Feel better?” he asked when she had concluded.
Kel sighed, “Quite a bit, actually.”
“Good.” he smiled, “Now what do you plan to do about all this?”
“Quit?”
“Mindalen.” his voice was flat and unamused.
“I could have Neal spell them all into obedience for me.”
Wyldon shook his head, “There’s too many of them, he hasn't the power.”
“You’re right,” she acknowledged, “Numair will have to do it, he owes me a favor or two anyway.”
The former training master snorted, “You’ve lived in Queenscove’s pocket too long lady knight,” he told her, “You’re picking up his bad habits.”
Kel gave him a wide eyed look, “My lord, Neal would never ask Master Salmalín to do his spell work for him.”
“Keladry.”
She smiled sheepishly, “I may have some idea of what I want to do,” she told him, “I wanted to get your opinion on it.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Kel explained her desire to use weighted practice gear in educating her young charges. “Neither you nor haMinch used such methods, and until now I've made it optional for the girls, though all have elected to use them, and I found them useful in my own training as a page. I've also considered making those weighted vests you made us endure mandatory across all four years.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” he told her, giving the small dog in his lap a contemplative scratch, “At the least they'll have less energy to dedicate to outright rebellion.”
“The thought had crossed my mind, my lord.”
The former training master smiled. “You’re a credit to your training, lady knight”
“A credit to you, you mean.”
“Isn't that what I said?”
Rating: PG
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: Kel/Wyldon friendship fic
Summary: Kel voices frustration over her duties as Training Mistress to the realm’s pages
Notes and Warnings: I realize now you may have wanted something kind of shippy and all i focused on was the friendship aspect, but maybe if you squint and tilt your head…?
A Credit
Her first Midwinter as Training Mistress, when the court trickled into the capital for the annual winter festivities, Kel sought out the only person whom she felt could truly appreciate the weight of her current circumstance. She found Wyldon of Cavall at one of the small parties held each year by the Lord of Naxen, casually petting one of Lady Cythera’s small spaniels.
She dropped onto the cushioned bench beside him without preamble.
“Something on your mind, lady knight?”
“Yes,” she told him, smoothing her hands across the dusty blue fabric of her skirt, “The fact that you, my lord, are an incorrigible liar.”
Wyldon tilted his head as he turned to look at her, “Oh?”
Kel nodded firmly, “An honor you said, a credit to your talents you said, you like children, you’ll do well you said.”
The former training master’s lips twitched at the ire in the lady knight’s voice.
“It’s going that well then?” he inquired.
Kel rolled her eyes with a ferocity that could have rivaled her best friend at his testiest. “I’ve had four families pull their boys out of training this season alone, three have sent private tutors for theirs under the guise of servants. A third of them pretend to do as I say only to turn about and countermand my orders and undermine my training with the other boys. I feel like I spend more time assigning punishments work for disobedience and withholding privileges than I do actually doing my job. At least half of their parents are petitioning Roald to replace me, and to be fair I almost wish he would get it over with already just so I can lay down and sleep for the next century.”
Wyldon nodded sagely as he listened to her tirade. “Feel better?” he asked when she had concluded.
Kel sighed, “Quite a bit, actually.”
“Good.” he smiled, “Now what do you plan to do about all this?”
“Quit?”
“Mindalen.” his voice was flat and unamused.
“I could have Neal spell them all into obedience for me.”
Wyldon shook his head, “There’s too many of them, he hasn't the power.”
“You’re right,” she acknowledged, “Numair will have to do it, he owes me a favor or two anyway.”
The former training master snorted, “You’ve lived in Queenscove’s pocket too long lady knight,” he told her, “You’re picking up his bad habits.”
Kel gave him a wide eyed look, “My lord, Neal would never ask Master Salmalín to do his spell work for him.”
“Keladry.”
She smiled sheepishly, “I may have some idea of what I want to do,” she told him, “I wanted to get your opinion on it.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Kel explained her desire to use weighted practice gear in educating her young charges. “Neither you nor haMinch used such methods, and until now I've made it optional for the girls, though all have elected to use them, and I found them useful in my own training as a page. I've also considered making those weighted vests you made us endure mandatory across all four years.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” he told her, giving the small dog in his lap a contemplative scratch, “At the least they'll have less energy to dedicate to outright rebellion.”
“The thought had crossed my mind, my lord.”
The former training master smiled. “You’re a credit to your training, lady knight”
“A credit to you, you mean.”
“Isn't that what I said?”