Intercomm fic: And Still Another Special Treat
Title: And Still Another Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 315
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: medieval insult within
Summary: The bakery hi-jinks change venue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for robinsociety in rh_intercomm. And what is "dwyle flonking," you ask? I answer!
Part 4 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Robin flew around the corner, clutching the satchel full of coins, a pair of guards hot on his heels. So far, he had been unable to shake them; and while he was not too concerned about them catching up, he was concerned about making a wrong turn. In the main part of the castle, he was fine, but these back warrens were still something of a labyrinth. He really did not want to go down the sewer again, but it was beginning to look as though he might not have a choice.
Skidding slightly as he rounded a doorway, he ducked down a passageway that would take him out of the castle a side way. Hoping to lose them in the rows of laundry hanging in this section of Nottingham, Robin weaved back and forth, finally darting between a pair of shops to emerge near the Trip.
Fortunately, there was a substantial gathering of people off to the side of the tavern entrance, and he moved as subtly as possible through it. When he came out at the front, he had figured to find a game of dwyle flonking in progress, but instead, he drew to a halt when he saw a bread sign hanging in an empty shop next door to the inn:
"THE SHERYFFS MOTHER IS A SWAGBELLIED DEWBERRIE"
Robin grinned. The baker was barking up the wrong tree to insult the sheriff's mother. It was doubtful Vaizey even had a mother; he was probably spawned. And he likely would not care a fig about an insult to her.
At the back of the crowd, he could hear the sounds of the guards trying to make their way through and simultaneously break up the gathering, so he used the opportunity to resume his escape. As he sprinted down another few alleyways, he realized that he owed the baker thanks for providing a distraction.
Author: railise
Word Count: 315
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: medieval insult within
Summary: The bakery hi-jinks change venue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for robinsociety in rh_intercomm. And what is "dwyle flonking," you ask? I answer!
Part 4 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Robin flew around the corner, clutching the satchel full of coins, a pair of guards hot on his heels. So far, he had been unable to shake them; and while he was not too concerned about them catching up, he was concerned about making a wrong turn. In the main part of the castle, he was fine, but these back warrens were still something of a labyrinth. He really did not want to go down the sewer again, but it was beginning to look as though he might not have a choice.
Skidding slightly as he rounded a doorway, he ducked down a passageway that would take him out of the castle a side way. Hoping to lose them in the rows of laundry hanging in this section of Nottingham, Robin weaved back and forth, finally darting between a pair of shops to emerge near the Trip.
Fortunately, there was a substantial gathering of people off to the side of the tavern entrance, and he moved as subtly as possible through it. When he came out at the front, he had figured to find a game of dwyle flonking in progress, but instead, he drew to a halt when he saw a bread sign hanging in an empty shop next door to the inn:
"THE SHERYFFS MOTHER IS A SWAGBELLIED DEWBERRIE"
Robin grinned. The baker was barking up the wrong tree to insult the sheriff's mother. It was doubtful Vaizey even had a mother; he was probably spawned. And he likely would not care a fig about an insult to her.
At the back of the crowd, he could hear the sounds of the guards trying to make their way through and simultaneously break up the gathering, so he used the opportunity to resume his escape. As he sprinted down another few alleyways, he realized that he owed the baker thanks for providing a distraction.