Provost's Dog drabble: Memory
Disclaimer: Hail Tamora Pierce, owner of Tortall and its characters.
Author's Note: Another spn_30snapshots drabble from theme 1: Elemental.
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Friday, September 6, 248 H.E.
After breakfast time.
As usual I went over to the Dancing Dove to see Rosto, Aniki, Kora, Phelan, and Ersken for breakfast. However, when reached the second floor dining room there was only Aniki, Kora, Phelan, and Ersken sitting around the room. When I asked where the Scanran pretty boy was Kora and Aniki shrugged their shoulders.
“He hasn't come down yet,” Aniki said.
“We were going to go up and get him, but then Kora arrived with some sticky buns,” Phelan added.
They all looked at me.
“Oh, alright,” I groaned, taking a sticky bun, “I'll fetch the eye candy for you.”
I knocked on Rosto's door. I felt like a new pup waiting in the hallway. Usually we met in the dining room. In fact, I had never gone into Rosto's room, here at the Dancing Dove or at Mistress Trout's lodgings.
Rosto kept me waiting. I shifted my weight, sighed, and tried knocking again, harder this time in case he had been distracted and hadn't heard me the first time.
There was still no answer. I knocked forcibly and ran over the method for kicking a mischievous mot's door in when I heard a crash and swear from the other side of the door. I raised an eyebrow and knocked again, “Rosto! It's Beka.”
There was no response other than a few scraping sounds on the other side of the door.
“Are you alright?” I yelled, leaning close to the grain of Rosto's door.
Not a second later Rosto's door swung open with a gust. I blushed at being found standing so close to the threshold.
Rosto looked oddly red too. He had a very pale complexion that I would have expected to flush more than it did.
“Sorry,” Rosto said breathlessly, “I slept in.”
I blinked at him. Rosto had never slept in before now. Indeed, he always seemed to know what things were important, and friends definitely were. Even more so when you were the Rogue.
“Rosto,” I said, speaking in a low voice, “is there anything the matter?”
Rosto looked at a picture on the wall beyond my head. “Nothing you can undo.”
I chased Rosto with my eyes. “Friends are for helping.”
Rosto swallowed. “It's nothing major.”
“You just,” I paused, “don't seem like yourself today.”
“I'm fi-hiih-” Rosto turned his head away and cupped his hand to his face as his head dipped with a sneeze. He started to turn back, but his features tightened again into another sneeze. He sniffled as he finally turned back to me. He cheeks were redder than before and I noticed a raw quality to his nose.
“Rosto,” I said, “are you sick?”
Rosto sniffed. “A little.”
I stared at his nose.
He sniffed again. “I'll be fine, Beka. It's just a cold. Nothing like the Red Flux."
"Nothing more than a cold?" I asked. "No stomach cramps? No spending the night over the chamber pot?"
"Just a sniffle and some sneezes," Rosto said. "I was fine even with the Red Flux, and I'm certainly going to be fine now."
I snorted at Rosto's words. He had been adament about continuing with his duties as Rogue, even though he had run frequently to a chamber pot and looked like one of my dust spinners would lay him flat when he retired for the night. I had sent Pounce to his window one particularly bad night just to be certain I wouldn't awaken to him saying goodbye to me the next morning from Flapper's back.
Rosto put his hand on my arm. "I'm sorry I slept in Beka. I didn't mean to upset anyone."
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yes," Rosto replied, "I'm glad you woke me."
I relaxed as Rosto and I joined our friends in the dining room. Rosto hadn't been very hungry when he'd had the Red Flux, and anything he did eat didn't stay in him for very long. This morning I watched as he tore into two sticky buns and smiled when I promised to bring him a some soup from the market for diner.
Author's Note: Another spn_30snapshots drabble from theme 1: Elemental.
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Friday, September 6, 248 H.E.
After breakfast time.
As usual I went over to the Dancing Dove to see Rosto, Aniki, Kora, Phelan, and Ersken for breakfast. However, when reached the second floor dining room there was only Aniki, Kora, Phelan, and Ersken sitting around the room. When I asked where the Scanran pretty boy was Kora and Aniki shrugged their shoulders.
“He hasn't come down yet,” Aniki said.
“We were going to go up and get him, but then Kora arrived with some sticky buns,” Phelan added.
They all looked at me.
“Oh, alright,” I groaned, taking a sticky bun, “I'll fetch the eye candy for you.”
I knocked on Rosto's door. I felt like a new pup waiting in the hallway. Usually we met in the dining room. In fact, I had never gone into Rosto's room, here at the Dancing Dove or at Mistress Trout's lodgings.
Rosto kept me waiting. I shifted my weight, sighed, and tried knocking again, harder this time in case he had been distracted and hadn't heard me the first time.
There was still no answer. I knocked forcibly and ran over the method for kicking a mischievous mot's door in when I heard a crash and swear from the other side of the door. I raised an eyebrow and knocked again, “Rosto! It's Beka.”
There was no response other than a few scraping sounds on the other side of the door.
“Are you alright?” I yelled, leaning close to the grain of Rosto's door.
Not a second later Rosto's door swung open with a gust. I blushed at being found standing so close to the threshold.
Rosto looked oddly red too. He had a very pale complexion that I would have expected to flush more than it did.
“Sorry,” Rosto said breathlessly, “I slept in.”
I blinked at him. Rosto had never slept in before now. Indeed, he always seemed to know what things were important, and friends definitely were. Even more so when you were the Rogue.
“Rosto,” I said, speaking in a low voice, “is there anything the matter?”
Rosto looked at a picture on the wall beyond my head. “Nothing you can undo.”
I chased Rosto with my eyes. “Friends are for helping.”
Rosto swallowed. “It's nothing major.”
“You just,” I paused, “don't seem like yourself today.”
“I'm fi-hiih-” Rosto turned his head away and cupped his hand to his face as his head dipped with a sneeze. He started to turn back, but his features tightened again into another sneeze. He sniffled as he finally turned back to me. He cheeks were redder than before and I noticed a raw quality to his nose.
“Rosto,” I said, “are you sick?”
Rosto sniffed. “A little.”
I stared at his nose.
He sniffed again. “I'll be fine, Beka. It's just a cold. Nothing like the Red Flux."
"Nothing more than a cold?" I asked. "No stomach cramps? No spending the night over the chamber pot?"
"Just a sniffle and some sneezes," Rosto said. "I was fine even with the Red Flux, and I'm certainly going to be fine now."
I snorted at Rosto's words. He had been adament about continuing with his duties as Rogue, even though he had run frequently to a chamber pot and looked like one of my dust spinners would lay him flat when he retired for the night. I had sent Pounce to his window one particularly bad night just to be certain I wouldn't awaken to him saying goodbye to me the next morning from Flapper's back.
Rosto put his hand on my arm. "I'm sorry I slept in Beka. I didn't mean to upset anyone."
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yes," Rosto replied, "I'm glad you woke me."
I relaxed as Rosto and I joined our friends in the dining room. Rosto hadn't been very hungry when he'd had the Red Flux, and anything he did eat didn't stay in him for very long. This morning I watched as he tore into two sticky buns and smiled when I promised to bring him a some soup from the market for diner.