LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "I Will" (G)
Title: I Will
Rating: G
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Romance/Fluff
Characters: Kahlan and Dennee Amnell, Gwen (OC), Sister Lilianna (OC), Richard Cypher
Timeline/Spoilers: Kahlan's about 16 years old/Spoilers for "Listener"
Prompt: Song Title (I Will - Alison Krauss)
Word Count: 1092
Author's Notes: Just a little warning about sugar-shock... yup, this one fluffier than the fluffiest sheep. *grin*
“Shhh...” Kahlan whispered urgently to her sister and their giddy friend as the three half stumbled, half danced into a niche in the stone wall. “We'll be caught,” she warned them. “And I for one, do not want to spend tomorrow cleaning the kitchens or the stables.”
Dennee and Gwen instantly sobered, trying to quiet not only their laughter, but the quiet dripping of their dresses as well. Their hands plucked quietly at the sodden garments in a hopeful, if somewhat useless gesture.
“Did anyone hear us?” Dennee whispered.
Kahlan looked cautiously out from the niche, her eyes straining slightly in the dimly lit stillness of the corridor. She ducked back into the shadows of the niche.
“There's no one there. We should go,” she replied.
The three girls slipped out into the corridor, almost painfully aware that they were leaving a trail of wet footprints that glimmered softly in the low light, and Kahlan cringed a little at the sound their wet slippers made on the cool stone floor.
“Would the Sisters really make us clean the stables?” Gwen asked worriedly.
“Or the kitchens?” Dennee asked back.
“Shhh...” Kahlan urged, pulling them back to the wall with her as a light flickered down the hallway. They waited in tense silence, hoping that whomever held the light down the corridor would turn right or left. Kahlan sighed when it became clear that that wasn't going to happen. She stepped forward, unconsciously shielding her sister and her friend.
“Kahlan...” Sister Lilianna said, coming to stand before the girls.
“Sister Lilianna,” Kahlan replied in a more dignified tone than any sixteen year old in wet slippers and a dripping gown should have been able to carry.
“I trust we're done with all of our excursions for the evening.”
“Yes, Sister.”
“And I trust that this one was well worth it?”
“That's not clear yet, Sister,” Kahlan replied.
Lilianna raised an eyebrow but otherwise made no reply. Kahlan stood steadily beneath her gaze.
“And you were the leader of this little excursion, yes?” The Sister asked finally.
“I was,” Kahlan replied over the objections of her sister and friend.
“Then I look forward to seeing you after morning devotions when we'll discuss the consequences of what being a leader might be.”
Kahlan nodded and began to walk away.
“Well, go on girls,” Lilianna encouraged the other two. “Kahlan is a fine example, and it would do well for you both to follow it.”
Confused, the two stumbled and then managed to catch up with Kahlan where she continued to pace down the corridor.
“What just happened?” Gwen asked uncertainly.
Dennee eyed her sister and replied, “I'm not sure. Kahlan?”
Kahlan squared her shoulders and walked on.
The other two shrugged and followed. They finally made it to their own chambers and entered almost solemnly. It lasted just as long as it took for them to change, when Gwen laughed, brandishing a small flower studded twig. Dennee laughed and produced her own trophy, the flowers losing pink petals on the floor as she did so.
“Where's yours, Kahlan?” She asked, turning to her sister.
Slowly, Kahlan produced her own twig, studying it critically.
“You two don't really think that this will work do you?”
Gwen shrugged. “It does no harm to try,” she replied.
“Remind me of that when I'm cleaning out the stables tomorrow,” Kahlan countered dryly.
“Oh, they won't make you do that, will they?” Dennee asked, suddenly concerned. Her eyes watered ever so slightly as she looked a her sister.
“I'm sure they won't,” Kahlan comforted.
“And if they do,” Gwen added. “Dennee and I will help.”
Dennee nodded earnestly and Kahlan smiled before asking, “Well, Gwen, this was your idea, what's next?”
Gwen smiled and dashed to her small trunk. From it, she produced three red ribbons that she waved in the air triumphantly. She handed one each to the other girls and kept one for herself.
“We're supposed to tie a red ribbon around the li'assa twig. Then we put it under our pillows and that's it,” she explained with a small grin.
“That's it?” Kahlan asked, again eying her own twig dubiously. “And we dream of what's meant to be?”
“Our true destinies,” Gwen confirmed brightly.
Dennee giggled with anticipation and barely contained delight.
“From a twig...” Kahlan said slowly with a small smile.
“A li'assa twig, gathered in the dusk and dew, on the eve of May,” Gwen half-chanted in a sing-song sort of voice before giggling a bit helplessly herself.
Kahlan shook her head little, but smiled and tied the red ribbon around her flowered twig carefully. She slipped it under her pillow and climbed into bed slowly, letting the sound of the rain lull her to sleep...
Gauzy white curtains billowed around her like clouds and Kahlan pushed her way through them, savoring the soft feeling of them brushing against her skin. She turned in circles, knowing that she was thoroughly lost, but surprisingly unconcerned.
“Kahlan...”
She titled her head, listening to the unfamiliar voice call her name.
“Come find me, Kahlan...”
She followed the sound.
“Kahlan...”
Someone grasped her hand gently. She didn't fight it, instead, she whirled, feeling the soft fabric brush against her face and the heat of the unfamiliar hand like something welcoming.
“Hello Kahlan...”
She startled a little to feel his breath... and it was his breath... against her ear.
“Kahlan...” he whispered her name like a prayer or a soul deep magick.
“Hello...” she whispered back, turning to find herself in his arms. She met his dark eyes, and for the first time, felt lost. She reached her free hand up to brush his smooth cheek. “Hello, Richard...”
He smiled, and Kahlan suddenly felt as if she had been found. The whirl of sensation left her dizzy.
“My Richard...” she whispered.
He kissed her and she fell breathlessly into the caress.
“Come find me,” he breathed against her lips as the sound of bells filled the glowing room...
“I will...” she whispered as the sound of morning bells woke her. “I will...”
Kahlan sat up and reached for the small flowered twig beneath her pillow. She cradled it carefully in her hands and smiled a little, toying with the smooth red ribbon.
“Someday...”
Rating: G
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Romance/Fluff
Characters: Kahlan and Dennee Amnell, Gwen (OC), Sister Lilianna (OC), Richard Cypher
Timeline/Spoilers: Kahlan's about 16 years old/Spoilers for "Listener"
Prompt: Song Title (I Will - Alison Krauss)
Word Count: 1092
Author's Notes: Just a little warning about sugar-shock... yup, this one fluffier than the fluffiest sheep. *grin*
“Shhh...” Kahlan whispered urgently to her sister and their giddy friend as the three half stumbled, half danced into a niche in the stone wall. “We'll be caught,” she warned them. “And I for one, do not want to spend tomorrow cleaning the kitchens or the stables.”
Dennee and Gwen instantly sobered, trying to quiet not only their laughter, but the quiet dripping of their dresses as well. Their hands plucked quietly at the sodden garments in a hopeful, if somewhat useless gesture.
“Did anyone hear us?” Dennee whispered.
Kahlan looked cautiously out from the niche, her eyes straining slightly in the dimly lit stillness of the corridor. She ducked back into the shadows of the niche.
“There's no one there. We should go,” she replied.
The three girls slipped out into the corridor, almost painfully aware that they were leaving a trail of wet footprints that glimmered softly in the low light, and Kahlan cringed a little at the sound their wet slippers made on the cool stone floor.
“Would the Sisters really make us clean the stables?” Gwen asked worriedly.
“Or the kitchens?” Dennee asked back.
“Shhh...” Kahlan urged, pulling them back to the wall with her as a light flickered down the hallway. They waited in tense silence, hoping that whomever held the light down the corridor would turn right or left. Kahlan sighed when it became clear that that wasn't going to happen. She stepped forward, unconsciously shielding her sister and her friend.
“Kahlan...” Sister Lilianna said, coming to stand before the girls.
“Sister Lilianna,” Kahlan replied in a more dignified tone than any sixteen year old in wet slippers and a dripping gown should have been able to carry.
“I trust we're done with all of our excursions for the evening.”
“Yes, Sister.”
“And I trust that this one was well worth it?”
“That's not clear yet, Sister,” Kahlan replied.
Lilianna raised an eyebrow but otherwise made no reply. Kahlan stood steadily beneath her gaze.
“And you were the leader of this little excursion, yes?” The Sister asked finally.
“I was,” Kahlan replied over the objections of her sister and friend.
“Then I look forward to seeing you after morning devotions when we'll discuss the consequences of what being a leader might be.”
Kahlan nodded and began to walk away.
“Well, go on girls,” Lilianna encouraged the other two. “Kahlan is a fine example, and it would do well for you both to follow it.”
Confused, the two stumbled and then managed to catch up with Kahlan where she continued to pace down the corridor.
“What just happened?” Gwen asked uncertainly.
Dennee eyed her sister and replied, “I'm not sure. Kahlan?”
Kahlan squared her shoulders and walked on.
The other two shrugged and followed. They finally made it to their own chambers and entered almost solemnly. It lasted just as long as it took for them to change, when Gwen laughed, brandishing a small flower studded twig. Dennee laughed and produced her own trophy, the flowers losing pink petals on the floor as she did so.
“Where's yours, Kahlan?” She asked, turning to her sister.
Slowly, Kahlan produced her own twig, studying it critically.
“You two don't really think that this will work do you?”
Gwen shrugged. “It does no harm to try,” she replied.
“Remind me of that when I'm cleaning out the stables tomorrow,” Kahlan countered dryly.
“Oh, they won't make you do that, will they?” Dennee asked, suddenly concerned. Her eyes watered ever so slightly as she looked a her sister.
“I'm sure they won't,” Kahlan comforted.
“And if they do,” Gwen added. “Dennee and I will help.”
Dennee nodded earnestly and Kahlan smiled before asking, “Well, Gwen, this was your idea, what's next?”
Gwen smiled and dashed to her small trunk. From it, she produced three red ribbons that she waved in the air triumphantly. She handed one each to the other girls and kept one for herself.
“We're supposed to tie a red ribbon around the li'assa twig. Then we put it under our pillows and that's it,” she explained with a small grin.
“That's it?” Kahlan asked, again eying her own twig dubiously. “And we dream of what's meant to be?”
“Our true destinies,” Gwen confirmed brightly.
Dennee giggled with anticipation and barely contained delight.
“From a twig...” Kahlan said slowly with a small smile.
“A li'assa twig, gathered in the dusk and dew, on the eve of May,” Gwen half-chanted in a sing-song sort of voice before giggling a bit helplessly herself.
Kahlan shook her head little, but smiled and tied the red ribbon around her flowered twig carefully. She slipped it under her pillow and climbed into bed slowly, letting the sound of the rain lull her to sleep...
Gauzy white curtains billowed around her like clouds and Kahlan pushed her way through them, savoring the soft feeling of them brushing against her skin. She turned in circles, knowing that she was thoroughly lost, but surprisingly unconcerned.
“Kahlan...”
She titled her head, listening to the unfamiliar voice call her name.
“Come find me, Kahlan...”
She followed the sound.
“Kahlan...”
Someone grasped her hand gently. She didn't fight it, instead, she whirled, feeling the soft fabric brush against her face and the heat of the unfamiliar hand like something welcoming.
“Hello Kahlan...”
She startled a little to feel his breath... and it was his breath... against her ear.
“Kahlan...” he whispered her name like a prayer or a soul deep magick.
“Hello...” she whispered back, turning to find herself in his arms. She met his dark eyes, and for the first time, felt lost. She reached her free hand up to brush his smooth cheek. “Hello, Richard...”
He smiled, and Kahlan suddenly felt as if she had been found. The whirl of sensation left her dizzy.
“My Richard...” she whispered.
He kissed her and she fell breathlessly into the caress.
“Come find me,” he breathed against her lips as the sound of bells filled the glowing room...
“I will...” she whispered as the sound of morning bells woke her. “I will...”
Kahlan sat up and reached for the small flowered twig beneath her pillow. She cradled it carefully in her hands and smiled a little, toying with the smooth red ribbon.
“Someday...”