Uncertainty (4/?) part 1
Title: Uncertainty (4/?)
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan; a litlle Richard/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 3,135 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN:This chapter it’s no betaed, so any mistakes are my own.
Zedd and Richard were sitting at a table back at the inn. The town was not big, by mid afternoon they had finished their search for magic on the town’s limits. They also passed by the slave dealers’s camp but didn’t found anything that would make them suspect they were holding someone against their will.
“Are you sure you did not sense something unusual Zedd?” Richard asked his grandfather while the man was snacking on a plate of figs.
“Are you questioning my magical abilities my boy?” Zedd asked offended, “I may be old, but that’s part of why I’m so wise,” he said affronted. “And I am a Wizard of the First Order, so I would sense any magic disturbance close to me.”
“No, I’m not doubting you, “ Richard said, “I just though that we would have found something.”
“Maybe Kahlan and Cara found something.” Zedd responded.
“Don’t count on it wizard,” Cara said, seeming to appear from nowhere behind the two mans.
Richard just turned around but Zedd was startled and choke on a fig. After Richard’s slaps on the back and Kahlan providing a glass of water for him, he looked at Cara irritably and said, “You almost killed me young woman.” He said with a strangled voice.
Cara snorted and said dryly, “Maybe if you learnt how to chew your food, instead of wolfing it down as if it was the last on the world, you wouldn’t endanger your life.” She sat down at the table in front of the two mans and stretched her legs on a stool by her side, leaning her back on the chair.
Zedd just frowned at her and tried to calm his coughing fit.
“She has a point Zedd,” Richard said nodding his head in agreement and looking at the wizard with a teasing smile.
Zedd raised an eyebrow at his grandson and then turned his attention to the women, “How about you two lovely ladies,” He stressed looking pointedly at Cara, “tell us what you found out.”
Cara huffed and rolled her eyes at Zedd’s remark, obviously aimed at taunting her. Before she had a chance to open her mouth though, she felt a gentle pressure on her right shoulder. She looked up and Kahlan was standing behind her, with her right hand gently squeezing her shoulder. The Confessor opened her mouth to talk, but not before shooting an amused warning glance at Cara. The Mord’Sith abstained herself from retorting to Zedd, but not from glaring at him for a moment.
“We didn’t find anything from the residents. A woman advised us to go talk to the healer, because of his practice with magic.” Kahlan informed them, with her hand still resting on Cara’s shoulder. She was surprised the blonde had actually shut up a not continued bickering with Zedd. Kahlan didn’t even think about it; when she realized what she was doing her hand was already making a home on the blonde’s shoulder. Her gesture was instinctive, and Cara’s reaction to it felt to her like she was touching a wild cat - a dangerous but hypnotizing experience.
Richard noticed this interaction between the two beautiful women and was stunned by Cara’s reaction. That’s what caught his attention. He had never seen the Mord’Sith acquiesce to no one besides him, and that was only because she kept insisting he was the Lord Rahl. The blonde obviously had something more to say to Zedd, and at one touch from Kahlan she let it go. Not mentioning that she did let the Confessor touch her without flinching. She’s letting Kahlan in. Despite all the obstacles they are forming a strong bond of friendship. Richard thought, glad that they managed to overcome their differences. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind when he looked at them, but he chose to ignore it. Whatever it was it could only be good, right?
Zedd looked between the three of them and cleared his throat. “So what did the healer tell you?” He asked Kahlan.
“Unfortunately nothing useful,” she sighed, “he said he didn’t sense any spell casting nearby, neither did he sense anyone with magic powers inside the tow before we arrived.” She said finally sitting down next to Cara. While she lowered herself on the chair, she let her hand glide down Cara’s upper arm, resting it on the table top. The Mord’Sith had her gaze glued to the table, but she gave no indication of discomfort. She just seemed distracted.
“Do you have something on your mind, Cara?” Richard inquired, calling the blonde’s attention. She looked like she was thinking hard about something. Almost every time, that meant she was going to say something no one though about.
“Nothing important to the matter at hand,” she said, snapping her head up to look at the Seeker, “it looks like we lost the trail of our magical friend.” she said what the four of them were thinking. Truth be told she got to that conclusion fairly quickly. What got her really thinking was the warmth of Kahlan’s hand as it filtered through her leathers. The gentle weight and the calming effect it had on her. She knew what submission was, but she knew it at the end of an agiel. This was completely different. She did what Kahlan silently asked her to do, and that left a pleasurable feeling inside of her. She felt like she didn’t do it just because she wanted to please Kahlan, though that was part of it, but because she trusted the other woman’s judgment. She trusted that what Kahlan was asking her was the right thing to do despite her instincts guiding her tongue to deliver a snarky remark to Zedd. And the Mord’Sith trusted no one. Obey, yes… Trust, never. And that difference was what was unsettling her.
“Yes, it looks like it,” Zedd said disappointed, “But what I felt in the forest was unquestionably powerful magic, we should be careful. Someone having or handling that much power can’t be good.” He said pensively.
“You’re right Zedd, “ Richard said, “If there’s someone out there with access to that kind of power we have to be careful and try to find out in which side they’re in.”
“Right now we don’t have much to go by,” Kahlan interjected, “What about the slave dealers?” She asked Richard.
“Alec showed us where the camp was. It didn’t look like they were holding anyone prisoner. There was only one tent that looked like it was the leader’s quarters.” Richard said, shrugging his shoulders, “If they had a lot of prisoners they had to have some kind of cage.”
“If you want to help this people, Richard,” Cara said looking around the inn, “You should tell them to pick up a weapon and fight back when it’s needed.” She could not understand what the big deal was. If you get attacked you fight back, simple.
“I’ll have to do more than tell them,” Richard said pursing his lips, “I’ll have to show them. Want to help me?” He asked looking at Cara.
The Mord’Sith’s face lit up immediately, “Now there’s something I can do.” She said grinning widely. “It’s so much better than talking and smiling.” She said, looking with mock sweetness at Kahlan.
The Mother Confessor rolled her eyes and shook her head, amused at the blonde’s words. She fixed Cara with a sideways glance, “Just try not to hurt anybody. Leave them capable of using the skills we’ll teach.” She said smirking, watching as Cara got up from her seat.
“Be honest Mother Confessor,” Cara said while she passed behind Kahlan, then she leaned close to the Confessor’s ear and whispered, “You agree with me.” She didn’t wait for Kahlan’s reaction and walked outside.
Kahlan’s heart beat picked up and her cheeks flushed when she felt Cara’s breath on her ear. The deep tone on the blonde’s voice made Kahlan forget about the rest of the inn for a second. She was brought back by Richard’s voice.
“Are you okay Kahlan?” The Seeker asked noticing Kahlan’s flushed cheeks.
“Of course,” she said dismissively, “You know Cara, always trying to mess with us.” She said with a raised brow, getting up to go outside. Zedd following her lead. The three of them started out of the inn.
“I do know,” Richard said laughing, “but you have to tell me the secret of silencing Cara,” Richard told Kahlan playfully.
“There’s no secret, I think it’s just luck,” Kahlan chuckled thinking about how stubborn the Mord’Sith was.
“I don’t think so,” Richard said, “It seems to me that you are learning the intricacies of the Mord’Sith and playing them in your favor.” He said winking her way to show that he was only kidding.
Kahlan recognized his playful mood, but regardless of it she answered him seriously, “I’m not playing at anything Richard, I’m just looking at Cara and seeing the different layers, not just what’s on the surface.” She smiled at him.
“I thought you couldn’t read Mord’Sith,” Richard stated grinning. He understood what Kahlan meant, and he had to admit that if anyone could attempt such a thing, it was Kahlan Amnel.
“And I can’t,” she confirmed, “but I can listen to Cara... carefully. What she says and especially what she doesn’t say.” Kahlan said meaningfully.
Richard just smiled and looked at her with an expression that conveyed he knew what she meant. They walked to the wide area in the back of the inn, where Alec was accompanied by about thirty men ready to learn from the Seeker how to protect themselves and their families. Cara was leaning on the inn’s wall, her shoulders flush with the stone, hips tilted forward and feet crossed. When she saw Richard approaching she went to his side, left hand on her agiels.
Chapter 4 Part 2
Author: misanagy
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan; a litlle Richard/Kahlan
Rating: PG-13, probably will be R or NC-17 latter.
Length: 3,135 words
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Terry Goodkind and ABC/Disney.
Summary: After “Desecrated”, the merry band continues the search for the Stone of Tears, but along the way other things will be discovered and new people will appear in their lives.
AN:This chapter it’s no betaed, so any mistakes are my own.
Zedd and Richard were sitting at a table back at the inn. The town was not big, by mid afternoon they had finished their search for magic on the town’s limits. They also passed by the slave dealers’s camp but didn’t found anything that would make them suspect they were holding someone against their will.
“Are you sure you did not sense something unusual Zedd?” Richard asked his grandfather while the man was snacking on a plate of figs.
“Are you questioning my magical abilities my boy?” Zedd asked offended, “I may be old, but that’s part of why I’m so wise,” he said affronted. “And I am a Wizard of the First Order, so I would sense any magic disturbance close to me.”
“No, I’m not doubting you, “ Richard said, “I just though that we would have found something.”
“Maybe Kahlan and Cara found something.” Zedd responded.
“Don’t count on it wizard,” Cara said, seeming to appear from nowhere behind the two mans.
Richard just turned around but Zedd was startled and choke on a fig. After Richard’s slaps on the back and Kahlan providing a glass of water for him, he looked at Cara irritably and said, “You almost killed me young woman.” He said with a strangled voice.
Cara snorted and said dryly, “Maybe if you learnt how to chew your food, instead of wolfing it down as if it was the last on the world, you wouldn’t endanger your life.” She sat down at the table in front of the two mans and stretched her legs on a stool by her side, leaning her back on the chair.
Zedd just frowned at her and tried to calm his coughing fit.
“She has a point Zedd,” Richard said nodding his head in agreement and looking at the wizard with a teasing smile.
Zedd raised an eyebrow at his grandson and then turned his attention to the women, “How about you two lovely ladies,” He stressed looking pointedly at Cara, “tell us what you found out.”
Cara huffed and rolled her eyes at Zedd’s remark, obviously aimed at taunting her. Before she had a chance to open her mouth though, she felt a gentle pressure on her right shoulder. She looked up and Kahlan was standing behind her, with her right hand gently squeezing her shoulder. The Confessor opened her mouth to talk, but not before shooting an amused warning glance at Cara. The Mord’Sith abstained herself from retorting to Zedd, but not from glaring at him for a moment.
“We didn’t find anything from the residents. A woman advised us to go talk to the healer, because of his practice with magic.” Kahlan informed them, with her hand still resting on Cara’s shoulder. She was surprised the blonde had actually shut up a not continued bickering with Zedd. Kahlan didn’t even think about it; when she realized what she was doing her hand was already making a home on the blonde’s shoulder. Her gesture was instinctive, and Cara’s reaction to it felt to her like she was touching a wild cat - a dangerous but hypnotizing experience.
Richard noticed this interaction between the two beautiful women and was stunned by Cara’s reaction. That’s what caught his attention. He had never seen the Mord’Sith acquiesce to no one besides him, and that was only because she kept insisting he was the Lord Rahl. The blonde obviously had something more to say to Zedd, and at one touch from Kahlan she let it go. Not mentioning that she did let the Confessor touch her without flinching. She’s letting Kahlan in. Despite all the obstacles they are forming a strong bond of friendship. Richard thought, glad that they managed to overcome their differences. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind when he looked at them, but he chose to ignore it. Whatever it was it could only be good, right?
Zedd looked between the three of them and cleared his throat. “So what did the healer tell you?” He asked Kahlan.
“Unfortunately nothing useful,” she sighed, “he said he didn’t sense any spell casting nearby, neither did he sense anyone with magic powers inside the tow before we arrived.” She said finally sitting down next to Cara. While she lowered herself on the chair, she let her hand glide down Cara’s upper arm, resting it on the table top. The Mord’Sith had her gaze glued to the table, but she gave no indication of discomfort. She just seemed distracted.
“Do you have something on your mind, Cara?” Richard inquired, calling the blonde’s attention. She looked like she was thinking hard about something. Almost every time, that meant she was going to say something no one though about.
“Nothing important to the matter at hand,” she said, snapping her head up to look at the Seeker, “it looks like we lost the trail of our magical friend.” she said what the four of them were thinking. Truth be told she got to that conclusion fairly quickly. What got her really thinking was the warmth of Kahlan’s hand as it filtered through her leathers. The gentle weight and the calming effect it had on her. She knew what submission was, but she knew it at the end of an agiel. This was completely different. She did what Kahlan silently asked her to do, and that left a pleasurable feeling inside of her. She felt like she didn’t do it just because she wanted to please Kahlan, though that was part of it, but because she trusted the other woman’s judgment. She trusted that what Kahlan was asking her was the right thing to do despite her instincts guiding her tongue to deliver a snarky remark to Zedd. And the Mord’Sith trusted no one. Obey, yes… Trust, never. And that difference was what was unsettling her.
“Yes, it looks like it,” Zedd said disappointed, “But what I felt in the forest was unquestionably powerful magic, we should be careful. Someone having or handling that much power can’t be good.” He said pensively.
“You’re right Zedd, “ Richard said, “If there’s someone out there with access to that kind of power we have to be careful and try to find out in which side they’re in.”
“Right now we don’t have much to go by,” Kahlan interjected, “What about the slave dealers?” She asked Richard.
“Alec showed us where the camp was. It didn’t look like they were holding anyone prisoner. There was only one tent that looked like it was the leader’s quarters.” Richard said, shrugging his shoulders, “If they had a lot of prisoners they had to have some kind of cage.”
“If you want to help this people, Richard,” Cara said looking around the inn, “You should tell them to pick up a weapon and fight back when it’s needed.” She could not understand what the big deal was. If you get attacked you fight back, simple.
“I’ll have to do more than tell them,” Richard said pursing his lips, “I’ll have to show them. Want to help me?” He asked looking at Cara.
The Mord’Sith’s face lit up immediately, “Now there’s something I can do.” She said grinning widely. “It’s so much better than talking and smiling.” She said, looking with mock sweetness at Kahlan.
The Mother Confessor rolled her eyes and shook her head, amused at the blonde’s words. She fixed Cara with a sideways glance, “Just try not to hurt anybody. Leave them capable of using the skills we’ll teach.” She said smirking, watching as Cara got up from her seat.
“Be honest Mother Confessor,” Cara said while she passed behind Kahlan, then she leaned close to the Confessor’s ear and whispered, “You agree with me.” She didn’t wait for Kahlan’s reaction and walked outside.
Kahlan’s heart beat picked up and her cheeks flushed when she felt Cara’s breath on her ear. The deep tone on the blonde’s voice made Kahlan forget about the rest of the inn for a second. She was brought back by Richard’s voice.
“Are you okay Kahlan?” The Seeker asked noticing Kahlan’s flushed cheeks.
“Of course,” she said dismissively, “You know Cara, always trying to mess with us.” She said with a raised brow, getting up to go outside. Zedd following her lead. The three of them started out of the inn.
“I do know,” Richard said laughing, “but you have to tell me the secret of silencing Cara,” Richard told Kahlan playfully.
“There’s no secret, I think it’s just luck,” Kahlan chuckled thinking about how stubborn the Mord’Sith was.
“I don’t think so,” Richard said, “It seems to me that you are learning the intricacies of the Mord’Sith and playing them in your favor.” He said winking her way to show that he was only kidding.
Kahlan recognized his playful mood, but regardless of it she answered him seriously, “I’m not playing at anything Richard, I’m just looking at Cara and seeing the different layers, not just what’s on the surface.” She smiled at him.
“I thought you couldn’t read Mord’Sith,” Richard stated grinning. He understood what Kahlan meant, and he had to admit that if anyone could attempt such a thing, it was Kahlan Amnel.
“And I can’t,” she confirmed, “but I can listen to Cara... carefully. What she says and especially what she doesn’t say.” Kahlan said meaningfully.
Richard just smiled and looked at her with an expression that conveyed he knew what she meant. They walked to the wide area in the back of the inn, where Alec was accompanied by about thirty men ready to learn from the Seeker how to protect themselves and their families. Cara was leaning on the inn’s wall, her shoulders flush with the stone, hips tilted forward and feet crossed. When she saw Richard approaching she went to his side, left hand on her agiels.
Chapter 4 Part 2