And then there was 1
Rocky Road #9. Basement with Malt
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1260
Word Count : 291
Malt Prompt : Hat Prompt - basement + Shasa + stand by me
“He won’t,” said Shasa, teetering on her stool as she reached for the shelf.
Arms folded across his chest, Kairn leaned his back against the cold stone of the cellar wall. “He will.”
With a grunt, she tugged at something overhead. “He loves me,” she said.
Kairn shut his eyes with a sigh. “You don’t know him like I do.”
“You mean like you think you do.” She let out another grunt and he pried an eye open to catch her pulling away from the shelves, a sack of flour in her arms.
“You shouldn’t be lifting that.” He stretched up to wrest it from her grasp.
Shasa glared at him as he yanked the flour away. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid,“ she said. “Let me do my job.”
“The only thing you should be worried about doing,” said Kairn, around the sack, “is getting out of here.”
“I’m telling you,” she said, and the stool shook beneath her as she stretched for the shelf again, “Sethan will take care of me.”
“And I’m telling you he’s already sold you out to Berwyk.”
She let loose of whatever she was after, bracing herself with both hands on the edge of the shelf, to scowl at him. “Which brings us right back where we started. To this ridiculous notion that Sethan wants to murder my child.”
“Which he does,” said Kairn, and Shasa hauled another sack from above. “Will you stop straining yourself!”
“I wonder,” said Shasa, as he scrambled to relieve her of her new load, “how many things I can get you to carry for me if I just keep reaching.”
One sack balanced in the crook of each arm, Kairn glared at her as she reached for a third.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1260
Word Count : 291
Malt Prompt : Hat Prompt - basement + Shasa + stand by me
“He won’t,” said Shasa, teetering on her stool as she reached for the shelf.
Arms folded across his chest, Kairn leaned his back against the cold stone of the cellar wall. “He will.”
With a grunt, she tugged at something overhead. “He loves me,” she said.
Kairn shut his eyes with a sigh. “You don’t know him like I do.”
“You mean like you think you do.” She let out another grunt and he pried an eye open to catch her pulling away from the shelves, a sack of flour in her arms.
“You shouldn’t be lifting that.” He stretched up to wrest it from her grasp.
Shasa glared at him as he yanked the flour away. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid,“ she said. “Let me do my job.”
“The only thing you should be worried about doing,” said Kairn, around the sack, “is getting out of here.”
“I’m telling you,” she said, and the stool shook beneath her as she stretched for the shelf again, “Sethan will take care of me.”
“And I’m telling you he’s already sold you out to Berwyk.”
She let loose of whatever she was after, bracing herself with both hands on the edge of the shelf, to scowl at him. “Which brings us right back where we started. To this ridiculous notion that Sethan wants to murder my child.”
“Which he does,” said Kairn, and Shasa hauled another sack from above. “Will you stop straining yourself!”
“I wonder,” said Shasa, as he scrambled to relieve her of her new load, “how many things I can get you to carry for me if I just keep reaching.”
One sack balanced in the crook of each arm, Kairn glared at her as she reached for a third.