A/N: I know, just another Alanna goes to convent story. There might be
some interesting and different plot though............ wait and find out.
Disclaimer: Very simple, I don't own anything. Well, maybe Camille.
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Chapter One: Breeches and Lessons
Alanna of Trebond slumped down on her bed as the rest of the convent went to dinner.
Stupid Thom she thought. It wasn't really his fault she had an extra hour of courtly function manners and would get no dinner. Alanna had only been at the convent for 2 days and already she was in trouble.
I don't get what's wrong with wearing breeches to lunch. Alanna thought angrily for the hundredth time.
Flashback
Alanna had gotten tired of her many skirts by lunchtime. So instead she decided to wear something more practical, like breeches and a tunic. When she walked into the dinning hall with tan breeches and a plain un-dyed cotton tunic everyone gasped. A few girls giggled and almost all immediately refused to be her friend.
The head daughter of the convent swooped down on Alanna screeching. "What were you thinking girl? Why are you wearing breeches instead of a skirt?" Along with much more.
Alanna just shrugged and told her the truth. I got tired of them. Besides, they are big and always getting in my way." Lots of girls were giggling now.
The Mother choked on her words, "Excuse me?" she managed to squeak.
Alanna repeated herself.
"Well, since you cannot attire yourself properly, you are not to come to dinner. Or any meal after until you wear the proper garments." She said loud enough for everyone in the dinning hall to hear.
Alanna just shrugged again and went to sit down to eat, much to the frustration of the Mother.
When she sat down, everyone except for one girl moved away from her. "Breeches, huh?" she said, "I prefer them too. Just don't let anyone catch you wearing 'em." The only girl who hadn't moved away whispered.
Alanna jumped, and then smiled. "I'm Alanna of Trebond." She told the girl. "I am glad to know that I am not alone." She replied.
"Carmela, Camille of Carthak." Camille told her. "My family lives in Carthak. I snuck on a ship to Tortall and came here." She explained. It was no wonder that she had dark skin.
Along with her dark skin Camille had dark brown hair, almost black. She had full red lips and a medium sized nose, not too big or too delicate. She was thirteen, only one year older than Alanna (a/n I know she should only be ten, but she needs to be 12 for my purposes.) Alanna couldn't tell but she didn't look too tall. She had a very nice body, and lots of men after her too, Alanna thought.
End flashback
Alanna sighed remembering. She had made one friend, which was more than she had expected to get. But there was still the matter of her extra lessons after dinner. She had deliberately skipped out. It wasn't too big of a deal.
Flashback
At the third bell past lunch all of her year went for riding lessons. This was the highlight of Alanna's day.
The horse master showed the girls the horses. Alanna picked out a brown mare with a star on her forehead.
After she had found the horses tack she put it on her. When she was finished she walked out leading her horse by the reigns.
The rest of the girls were still in the stalls. But in some cases the girls were refusing to go in for fear of getting dirty. Some of the girls shot her dirty looks.
The horse master was surprised. And said so, "Not many noble girl can find a tack, put it on, and actually use it. Since you have done two out of the three. I assume that you know how to ride"
Alanna nodded.
"Very well then, you may go. But be sure to come back by the fourth bell for your next class."
Alanna really had no intentions of coming back at all. But she thought of Thom and decided just to 'get lost' and not come back for hours. Besides, her next class was on courtly functions, which she never intended to attend. So Alanna decided that she would look around the grounds for a while then go and hide in the nearby trees. If she were lucky no one would remember her.
But Alanna had no such luck. By half past the fourth bell some one found her. Alanna was sent back to the stables and go to her next class. While she was heading back it started to rain.
Alanna was very dirty by the time she got to class.
The mistress who taught this lesson was not at all pleased when Alanna walked in late, muddy, and soaked. "Go sit down, I will speak to you after this lesson is over." She said agitated.
After the lesson was over she walked up to the mistress' desk. "Well?" she said. "What is your excuse?"
Alanna just shrugged. "I got lost my Lady. During my riding lessons."
"You may go and talk to The Mother about this." She told her. "And be sure to clean up before dinner.
The mistress hadn't recognized Alanna because her coppery hair now looked brown from all of the mud.
As she walked out she muttered, "I'm not going."
Once Alanna had reached the Mother's private study she thought of just running. Coward she told herself and knocked. "Come in," came a voice, the Mother's presumably.
Alanna told her what happened. The Mother exploded at her for 'getting lost' and missing half of her class. So as punishment she was given an extra hour of the class after dinner. Which, she reminded Alanna, she would not be attending because of her 'un-lady-like' behavior.
End flashback
So now Alanna was stuck with no dinner and extra lessons after it.
Stupid Thom, she thought again. If he hadn't of chickened out I would be at the palace training right now. Masquerading as a boy of course. Alanna smiled at this last bit.
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Not a cliffy, yay! I don't like cliffies!! I am not much for long chappies. I like short better. Please review and tell me what you think. If I don't get enough people telling me to continue I might not, and I might still anyways. R&R!! It is much appreciated!
Disclaimer: Very simple, I don't own anything. Well, maybe Camille.
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Chapter One: Breeches and Lessons
Alanna of Trebond slumped down on her bed as the rest of the convent went to dinner.
Stupid Thom she thought. It wasn't really his fault she had an extra hour of courtly function manners and would get no dinner. Alanna had only been at the convent for 2 days and already she was in trouble.
I don't get what's wrong with wearing breeches to lunch. Alanna thought angrily for the hundredth time.
Flashback
Alanna had gotten tired of her many skirts by lunchtime. So instead she decided to wear something more practical, like breeches and a tunic. When she walked into the dinning hall with tan breeches and a plain un-dyed cotton tunic everyone gasped. A few girls giggled and almost all immediately refused to be her friend.
The head daughter of the convent swooped down on Alanna screeching. "What were you thinking girl? Why are you wearing breeches instead of a skirt?" Along with much more.
Alanna just shrugged and told her the truth. I got tired of them. Besides, they are big and always getting in my way." Lots of girls were giggling now.
The Mother choked on her words, "Excuse me?" she managed to squeak.
Alanna repeated herself.
"Well, since you cannot attire yourself properly, you are not to come to dinner. Or any meal after until you wear the proper garments." She said loud enough for everyone in the dinning hall to hear.
Alanna just shrugged again and went to sit down to eat, much to the frustration of the Mother.
When she sat down, everyone except for one girl moved away from her. "Breeches, huh?" she said, "I prefer them too. Just don't let anyone catch you wearing 'em." The only girl who hadn't moved away whispered.
Alanna jumped, and then smiled. "I'm Alanna of Trebond." She told the girl. "I am glad to know that I am not alone." She replied.
"Carmela, Camille of Carthak." Camille told her. "My family lives in Carthak. I snuck on a ship to Tortall and came here." She explained. It was no wonder that she had dark skin.
Along with her dark skin Camille had dark brown hair, almost black. She had full red lips and a medium sized nose, not too big or too delicate. She was thirteen, only one year older than Alanna (a/n I know she should only be ten, but she needs to be 12 for my purposes.) Alanna couldn't tell but she didn't look too tall. She had a very nice body, and lots of men after her too, Alanna thought.
End flashback
Alanna sighed remembering. She had made one friend, which was more than she had expected to get. But there was still the matter of her extra lessons after dinner. She had deliberately skipped out. It wasn't too big of a deal.
Flashback
At the third bell past lunch all of her year went for riding lessons. This was the highlight of Alanna's day.
The horse master showed the girls the horses. Alanna picked out a brown mare with a star on her forehead.
After she had found the horses tack she put it on her. When she was finished she walked out leading her horse by the reigns.
The rest of the girls were still in the stalls. But in some cases the girls were refusing to go in for fear of getting dirty. Some of the girls shot her dirty looks.
The horse master was surprised. And said so, "Not many noble girl can find a tack, put it on, and actually use it. Since you have done two out of the three. I assume that you know how to ride"
Alanna nodded.
"Very well then, you may go. But be sure to come back by the fourth bell for your next class."
Alanna really had no intentions of coming back at all. But she thought of Thom and decided just to 'get lost' and not come back for hours. Besides, her next class was on courtly functions, which she never intended to attend. So Alanna decided that she would look around the grounds for a while then go and hide in the nearby trees. If she were lucky no one would remember her.
But Alanna had no such luck. By half past the fourth bell some one found her. Alanna was sent back to the stables and go to her next class. While she was heading back it started to rain.
Alanna was very dirty by the time she got to class.
The mistress who taught this lesson was not at all pleased when Alanna walked in late, muddy, and soaked. "Go sit down, I will speak to you after this lesson is over." She said agitated.
After the lesson was over she walked up to the mistress' desk. "Well?" she said. "What is your excuse?"
Alanna just shrugged. "I got lost my Lady. During my riding lessons."
"You may go and talk to The Mother about this." She told her. "And be sure to clean up before dinner.
The mistress hadn't recognized Alanna because her coppery hair now looked brown from all of the mud.
As she walked out she muttered, "I'm not going."
Once Alanna had reached the Mother's private study she thought of just running. Coward she told herself and knocked. "Come in," came a voice, the Mother's presumably.
Alanna told her what happened. The Mother exploded at her for 'getting lost' and missing half of her class. So as punishment she was given an extra hour of the class after dinner. Which, she reminded Alanna, she would not be attending because of her 'un-lady-like' behavior.
End flashback
So now Alanna was stuck with no dinner and extra lessons after it.
Stupid Thom, she thought again. If he hadn't of chickened out I would be at the palace training right now. Masquerading as a boy of course. Alanna smiled at this last bit.
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Not a cliffy, yay! I don't like cliffies!! I am not much for long chappies. I like short better. Please review and tell me what you think. If I don't get enough people telling me to continue I might not, and I might still anyways. R&R!! It is much appreciated!
