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Rocky Road #22. A Meeting Place
Rating : PG
Timeframe : the same night as pocket watch
Word Count : 252
I am going to try to string a few together... as long as I can find the right prompts.
Rune was waiting for her in the courtyard, the reins of both their horses in his hand. Lyssa’s eyes fell on the sword strapped to his waist, hilt and blade protruding from his cloak, and she grinned. “Happy to see me?”
Rune scowled. “You’ve been drinking.”
Rolling her eyes, Lyssa reached for the sword. “I’ve had a few.”
“I can smell it on your breath.” His hand closed firmly over hers.
Lyssa tensed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He pried her fingers loose. “You’re not going out there.”
“Since when is that for you to decide?” She lunged at him, another swipe at the hilt. Rune twisted out of the way and her hand closed on air.
Rune grinned at her attempt. “If I can stop you that easily, you have no business fighting.” Lyssa glared at the reins he deposited in her hand instead. “Please,” he said. “Just stay safe.”
A dozen things came to mind with which to respond, each more offensive than the last, but Lyssa swallowed them all. She curled her fist around the strap with a scowl as Rune led his mount toward the gate. She spun round, horse in tow, and stomped off in the direction of the stables. Not ten paces further, she came to a sharp halt, as she found herself face to face with Wyatt.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but hastily stepped aside without a word. Lyssa stormed past him, the horse still plodding along in her wake.
Rating : PG
Timeframe : the same night as pocket watch
Word Count : 252
I am going to try to string a few together... as long as I can find the right prompts.
Rune was waiting for her in the courtyard, the reins of both their horses in his hand. Lyssa’s eyes fell on the sword strapped to his waist, hilt and blade protruding from his cloak, and she grinned. “Happy to see me?”
Rune scowled. “You’ve been drinking.”
Rolling her eyes, Lyssa reached for the sword. “I’ve had a few.”
“I can smell it on your breath.” His hand closed firmly over hers.
Lyssa tensed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He pried her fingers loose. “You’re not going out there.”
“Since when is that for you to decide?” She lunged at him, another swipe at the hilt. Rune twisted out of the way and her hand closed on air.
Rune grinned at her attempt. “If I can stop you that easily, you have no business fighting.” Lyssa glared at the reins he deposited in her hand instead. “Please,” he said. “Just stay safe.”
A dozen things came to mind with which to respond, each more offensive than the last, but Lyssa swallowed them all. She curled her fist around the strap with a scowl as Rune led his mount toward the gate. She spun round, horse in tow, and stomped off in the direction of the stables. Not ten paces further, she came to a sharp halt, as she found herself face to face with Wyatt.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but hastily stepped aside without a word. Lyssa stormed past him, the horse still plodding along in her wake.