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Soft Serve 10/50 - Pistachio #2. Arrival
with Butterscotch and Sprinkles
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1230
Word Count : 347
So, this was meant to be one of my Blueberry Brownies, but I am getting fed up with half-finished brownies hanging over my head so I am doubtful I will continue with the sundae, and I am going to start putting it up in bits and pieces to motivate myself to continue it.
This is Kinari's backstory, which is pretty much separate from the rest of canon, though you will meet other MC's parents in it (see if you can spot them).
Kinari reckoned the blonde woman was at least a good half foot taller than she was, and the horse she was riding might just be large enough to trample her own. The animal snorted, as if it had come to the same conclusion. Kinari held tight to her reins, suddenly feeling quite sheepish as she took in her new commander’s billowing cape and burnished plate and the woman cast a disapproving look over her and her travel soiled leather.
“You look-” she waited for it, the inevitable slur, bracing herself for it though she was sure she’d heard them all by now “-young,” was all the knight had to say. Kinari nodded a hasty agreement to that assessment.
“Yes, My Lady Captain. Sixteen, My Lady,” she said in a rush. “His Highness called for swords-”
“And the Council saw fit to send us children,” said the Captain, with a tone as critical as her stare.
Kinari blinked. She was quite accustomed to being judged for her looks, but never for her age. If she’d had to guess, the other woman couldn’t be much past twenty. “My Lady Captain, I assure you I can vouch for-”
“Shh. Shh.” She waved off her protests with the back of a mailed hand. “This is neither your fault, nor your place to defend. Ferrol asked for swords. I presume you’ve brought yours?”
“Of course, My Lady.”
“Tsk. Enough with the formalities.” She turned her horse and Kinari fell in behind her. “My soldiers can ‘My Lady’ me all they like. My knights call me Ronnie.”
Kinari urged her horse into a faster pace to match the swifter stride of the Captain’s mount. “But I’m not yet a-”
The Captain cast a look over her shoulder at her. “You brought your sword?” she said again.
“Yes.”
“You were sent to put it to use?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. The next question was going to be about her birth or rank, and she wasn’t quite sure how to answer either of those.
But the woman just turned away. “You’re a knight,” she said. “Congratulations.”
with Butterscotch and Sprinkles
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1230
Word Count : 347
So, this was meant to be one of my Blueberry Brownies, but I am getting fed up with half-finished brownies hanging over my head so I am doubtful I will continue with the sundae, and I am going to start putting it up in bits and pieces to motivate myself to continue it.
This is Kinari's backstory, which is pretty much separate from the rest of canon, though you will meet other MC's parents in it (see if you can spot them).
Kinari reckoned the blonde woman was at least a good half foot taller than she was, and the horse she was riding might just be large enough to trample her own. The animal snorted, as if it had come to the same conclusion. Kinari held tight to her reins, suddenly feeling quite sheepish as she took in her new commander’s billowing cape and burnished plate and the woman cast a disapproving look over her and her travel soiled leather.
“You look-” she waited for it, the inevitable slur, bracing herself for it though she was sure she’d heard them all by now “-young,” was all the knight had to say. Kinari nodded a hasty agreement to that assessment.
“Yes, My Lady Captain. Sixteen, My Lady,” she said in a rush. “His Highness called for swords-”
“And the Council saw fit to send us children,” said the Captain, with a tone as critical as her stare.
Kinari blinked. She was quite accustomed to being judged for her looks, but never for her age. If she’d had to guess, the other woman couldn’t be much past twenty. “My Lady Captain, I assure you I can vouch for-”
“Shh. Shh.” She waved off her protests with the back of a mailed hand. “This is neither your fault, nor your place to defend. Ferrol asked for swords. I presume you’ve brought yours?”
“Of course, My Lady.”
“Tsk. Enough with the formalities.” She turned her horse and Kinari fell in behind her. “My soldiers can ‘My Lady’ me all they like. My knights call me Ronnie.”
Kinari urged her horse into a faster pace to match the swifter stride of the Captain’s mount. “But I’m not yet a-”
The Captain cast a look over her shoulder at her. “You brought your sword?” she said again.
“Yes.”
“You were sent to put it to use?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. The next question was going to be about her birth or rank, and she wasn’t quite sure how to answer either of those.
But the woman just turned away. “You’re a knight,” she said. “Congratulations.”