[Tortall: Drabble] "Around the Fire" [G]
Title: Around the Fire
Prompt: writerverse challenge #27 November mini table of doom, prompt #1 ‘compare notes’
Word Count: 202
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Tortall ‘verse (set sometime during Protector of the Small #3: Squire)
Summary: On the road, two knights and their squires talk around the campfire.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Around the Fire
“I suppose I wondered,” Kel admitted, after much pestering from Neal and Lord Raoul. “Briefly, I did wonder if the Goddess was against me getting my shield.”
Across the fire, Lady Alanna snickered. “I am grateful to the Mother for all she’s done for me,” she said, touching the emberstone at her throat. “But count yourself lucky the gods didn’t interfere with your life.”
“I thank the gods every day for my ordinariness,” said Lord Raoul, solemnly.
Lady Alanna nudged his thigh with her boot. “As if you can claim to be ordinary,” she scoffed, then added, “Don’t you dare, squire.”
Neal offered her his most innocent-seeming smile. “Whatever do you mean, my lady?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Squire Nealan,” his knight-mistress replied. She leaned over to refill her Yamani-style teacup from the sturdy ceramic pot in the fire. “And you can keep any such thoughts to yourself.”
“I’m sure the squire only means that the knighthood is a noble pursuit,” said Raoul, mischievously. “Whether or not one is touched by the gods. Isn’t that right, squire?”
“That’s my meaning exactly, sir,” said Neal.
Kel hid a smile behind her Yamani mask, and poured another cup of tea for herself.
THE END
Current Mood:
annoyed
Prompt: writerverse challenge #27 November mini table of doom, prompt #1 ‘compare notes’
Word Count: 202
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Tortall ‘verse (set sometime during Protector of the Small #3: Squire)
Summary: On the road, two knights and their squires talk around the campfire.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Around the Fire
“I suppose I wondered,” Kel admitted, after much pestering from Neal and Lord Raoul. “Briefly, I did wonder if the Goddess was against me getting my shield.”
Across the fire, Lady Alanna snickered. “I am grateful to the Mother for all she’s done for me,” she said, touching the emberstone at her throat. “But count yourself lucky the gods didn’t interfere with your life.”
“I thank the gods every day for my ordinariness,” said Lord Raoul, solemnly.
Lady Alanna nudged his thigh with her boot. “As if you can claim to be ordinary,” she scoffed, then added, “Don’t you dare, squire.”
Neal offered her his most innocent-seeming smile. “Whatever do you mean, my lady?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Squire Nealan,” his knight-mistress replied. She leaned over to refill her Yamani-style teacup from the sturdy ceramic pot in the fire. “And you can keep any such thoughts to yourself.”
“I’m sure the squire only means that the knighthood is a noble pursuit,” said Raoul, mischievously. “Whether or not one is touched by the gods. Isn’t that right, squire?”
“That’s my meaning exactly, sir,” said Neal.
Kel hid a smile behind her Yamani mask, and poured another cup of tea for herself.
THE END
Current Mood:
annoyed