As the snow falls silent
Title: As the snow falls silent.
Author: Tamardia
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: G
Length: 810 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cara or Kahlan, even if I wish I did, and neither do I own Legend of the Seeker.
Summary: Cara remembers she liked snow once, and the reason to why she does not anymore. She also gets a whole new reason to like it
Snow. Once, long ago, Cara had liked snow.
She had liked it, because it hid her tracks and silenced her boots against the trail. The snow had also meant change and some fun.
Snowball wars were the only game she had played with her sisters ever. The only game they were allowed to play without getting punished by Darken.
Because it was war.
She had liked snow. It was more than two years since she had felt that like for the snow, and by the time it hadn’t even been snow.
Now, she was twenty six, and she hadn’t liked snow since that day up a bit northwest from Aydindril.
She sighed as she looked out the window, following the flakes falling down with her gaze and wished she could go out there and catch them on her tongue, feel them settle in her hair as she had with the ashes that had been falling when Darken had burned the forest of the night wisps down.
That was the day Kahlan first had gotten to know she liked snow.
Kahlan had remembered it, despite the fact that it was not snow and despite the fact that some of her best friends were lost to nothing. Save one.
Darken had saved her, and Cara and Kahlan had gotten her to the birthing grounds. She’d given birth to millions of babies.
Cara had been overwhelmed, and she knew the smile on her face had been almost as big as when she had said ‘Look, it snows!’
Kahlan had remembered the snow well, so well that she had brought Cara up to the mountains a couple of days ride from Aydindril almost a year later and played with her in the snow.
Cara had been rolling a snowball; let her gaze slide away from Kahlan for a moment.
That moment had been too much.
She hadn’t seen Kahlan walk over the icy spot she herself had already tripped on, she hadn’t seen Kahlan trip herself and hit her head on it.
When she had looked up, she had just seen Kahlan’s lifeless body fall over the hillside, down too a ledge below it. She had climbed down herself, but the ledge was tricky to get too, and it took time.
Kahlan was alive.
Cara had, after many hours of climbing up and down to fasten ropes around the Mother Confessors body as well as the cliff above, gotten Kahlan up again.
She had ridden as fast as she had dared with her unconscious and gotten her to the Wizard’s Keep in just a dozen of hours. Zed had healed the Mother Confessors broken limbs, but he had not been able to heal her mind.
Kahlan had been in a coma for almost three weeks and Cara had lost eight pounds during that time. She hadn’t had much sleep or food and she hadn’t left her lovers side for a single moment.
When Kahlan had stirred, Cara had been relieved. So relieved, she just gave Kahlan a quick kiss and then fell asleep herself out of pure exhaustion.
She slept for three days.
Kahlan’s mind had been clouded when she woke up, she couldn’t remember Cara. Cara had fought and regained the woman’s trust and love.
Kahlan could still only remember some things of what had happened before that day, and nothing from before the day of Darken Rahl’s death.
The day she had first met Cara.
Cara felt honored, and she had told Kahlan everything, as had Zed and Richard, and from her childhood Dennee and Mistress Sanderholt had added her memory.
Cara sighed again, Kahlan wouldn’t want her to blame it on herself, or mourn. Kahlan was herself again, and had been for a long time now.
The woman’s voice from the bed confirmed Cara’s thoughts.
“Cara, come to bed. I’m freezing without you and you’re going to be sick from standing there all naked at the window for long.”
Cara smiled; the same gentle demand as always was in the Confessors voice. She looked one last time at the falling snow before retreating to Kahlan. If snow were going to cause this, she might start to like it again.
“What are you smiling for? I thought you didn’t like snow after .. What happened.”
“Well, now that we can sleep in the same bed without me sneaking in as a secret, My Wife, I can live with it.”
Kahlan smiled the wonderful smile she had used too give to Richard, but after her accident only gave to Cara.
Cara smiled back and gave Kahlan a kiss before snuggling close to her, kissing her more and stroking along her body.
By the sound of Kahlan’s changed breathing, she knew she would be doing her husbandly duties tonight, as their wedding night the night before, and the rest of their nights together.
They would be many.
A/N: This is the first Fic I write, and it's probably not so good, but I do try. Also, there will be more if you don't scare me off, even if this particular one is a oneshot.
Author: Tamardia
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: G
Length: 810 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cara or Kahlan, even if I wish I did, and neither do I own Legend of the Seeker.
Summary: Cara remembers she liked snow once, and the reason to why she does not anymore. She also gets a whole new reason to like it
Snow. Once, long ago, Cara had liked snow.
She had liked it, because it hid her tracks and silenced her boots against the trail. The snow had also meant change and some fun.
Snowball wars were the only game she had played with her sisters ever. The only game they were allowed to play without getting punished by Darken.
Because it was war.
She had liked snow. It was more than two years since she had felt that like for the snow, and by the time it hadn’t even been snow.
Now, she was twenty six, and she hadn’t liked snow since that day up a bit northwest from Aydindril.
She sighed as she looked out the window, following the flakes falling down with her gaze and wished she could go out there and catch them on her tongue, feel them settle in her hair as she had with the ashes that had been falling when Darken had burned the forest of the night wisps down.
That was the day Kahlan first had gotten to know she liked snow.
Kahlan had remembered it, despite the fact that it was not snow and despite the fact that some of her best friends were lost to nothing. Save one.
Darken had saved her, and Cara and Kahlan had gotten her to the birthing grounds. She’d given birth to millions of babies.
Cara had been overwhelmed, and she knew the smile on her face had been almost as big as when she had said ‘Look, it snows!’
Kahlan had remembered the snow well, so well that she had brought Cara up to the mountains a couple of days ride from Aydindril almost a year later and played with her in the snow.
Cara had been rolling a snowball; let her gaze slide away from Kahlan for a moment.
That moment had been too much.
She hadn’t seen Kahlan walk over the icy spot she herself had already tripped on, she hadn’t seen Kahlan trip herself and hit her head on it.
When she had looked up, she had just seen Kahlan’s lifeless body fall over the hillside, down too a ledge below it. She had climbed down herself, but the ledge was tricky to get too, and it took time.
Kahlan was alive.
Cara had, after many hours of climbing up and down to fasten ropes around the Mother Confessors body as well as the cliff above, gotten Kahlan up again.
She had ridden as fast as she had dared with her unconscious and gotten her to the Wizard’s Keep in just a dozen of hours. Zed had healed the Mother Confessors broken limbs, but he had not been able to heal her mind.
Kahlan had been in a coma for almost three weeks and Cara had lost eight pounds during that time. She hadn’t had much sleep or food and she hadn’t left her lovers side for a single moment.
When Kahlan had stirred, Cara had been relieved. So relieved, she just gave Kahlan a quick kiss and then fell asleep herself out of pure exhaustion.
She slept for three days.
Kahlan’s mind had been clouded when she woke up, she couldn’t remember Cara. Cara had fought and regained the woman’s trust and love.
Kahlan could still only remember some things of what had happened before that day, and nothing from before the day of Darken Rahl’s death.
The day she had first met Cara.
Cara felt honored, and she had told Kahlan everything, as had Zed and Richard, and from her childhood Dennee and Mistress Sanderholt had added her memory.
Cara sighed again, Kahlan wouldn’t want her to blame it on herself, or mourn. Kahlan was herself again, and had been for a long time now.
The woman’s voice from the bed confirmed Cara’s thoughts.
“Cara, come to bed. I’m freezing without you and you’re going to be sick from standing there all naked at the window for long.”
Cara smiled; the same gentle demand as always was in the Confessors voice. She looked one last time at the falling snow before retreating to Kahlan. If snow were going to cause this, she might start to like it again.
“What are you smiling for? I thought you didn’t like snow after .. What happened.”
“Well, now that we can sleep in the same bed without me sneaking in as a secret, My Wife, I can live with it.”
Kahlan smiled the wonderful smile she had used too give to Richard, but after her accident only gave to Cara.
Cara smiled back and gave Kahlan a kiss before snuggling close to her, kissing her more and stroking along her body.
By the sound of Kahlan’s changed breathing, she knew she would be doing her husbandly duties tonight, as their wedding night the night before, and the rest of their nights together.
They would be many.
A/N: This is the first Fic I write, and it's probably not so good, but I do try. Also, there will be more if you don't scare me off, even if this particular one is a oneshot.