"WWKD - What Would Kahlan Do?" - Legend of the Seeker Fic (G)
Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and all the grand high mucky mucks of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any story not my own is a coincidence. And all of this amounts to: just playing around here, please don't sue. *wry grin*
Title: WWKD - What Would Kahlan Do?
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Timeline: During the banquet scene in "Marked" season opener season 2
Author's Notes: Written for a legendland challenge.
Rachel sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and tried to breath past the butterflies that danced in her belly and tickled her throat. A bit helplessly, she looked around the filled banquet hall, her eyes wide and nearly tearful.
“So many people,” she whispered to herself as she released her lip and replaced it with some of the loose tendrils of her hair. She sucked fitfully on the tips a moment before spitting them out with a silent admonishment to herself to stop acting like a baby.
“Don't be silly, Rachel,” she continued to scold herself. “You can do this...”
Her eyes caught sight of the Seeker and the Mother Confessor seated in a place of honor for the feast.
“I just have to think about what Kahlan would do...”
Rachel straightened her shoulders and her festival dress. She smoothed her hair and took a deep breath. She clasped her hands tightly together in front of herself and willed them to be steady.
“What would the Mother Confessor do...” she repeated, watching Kahlan where she sat next to the Seeker.
“She would be brave...” Rachel murmured. “She'd be strong... and she'd...”
Rachel trailed off as her eyes scanned the crowded hall, looking for Martha.
“Make the people she loves, proud of her,” Rachel whispered under her breath as she finally caught sight of Martha. The girl smiled to herself before turning her attention back to the Seeker and his Confessor.
“Most especially that...”
Rachel watched as Richard gently brushed back the long, loose tendrils of Kahlan's hair, his hand lingering. Kahlan leaned into the touch a moment before Richard drew his hand away.
“Especially that,” she repeated. For a moment more, the girl watched the distant pair, idling thinking about how pretty Kahlan would be in a white bridal dress, and how handsome Richard would look in wedding clothes.
“And Martha could make the cake,” Rachel whispered happily, suddenly caught up in her daydream. “And I could sing...”
“...Sing?”
“What?” Rachel asked, startled to see Martha standing next to her.
Martha smiled. “I asked, are you ready to sing?”
The girl nodded and smiled back, reaching up to grasp her adopted mother's hand.
“I am now...”