Author's Note: This series is a collection of drabble challenges I issued to the readers of my LiveJournal throughout Spring and Summer of 2007. All stories were written in 15 minutes or less. Sometimes I gave a theme, other times it was a free-for-all request.

Rules applied to the requests, but most notably was that the piece would be written in my own head-canon.

This group was a theme challenge: requesters chose a character or characters and suggested a theme.

For Mithrigil
Borus, Discovery

Hushed whispers filled the meeting room of the Six Mighty Knights. The walls seemed to pull away as the three figures dressed in uniform conspired, the smallest of them glancing hastily over his shoulder.

"Louis!" Percival called to the squire. "You have to tell him."

"Why me?" the young man protested. "I'm not involved in this mess!"

"Please," Chris pleaded with hopeful eyes. "He'll take it best coming from you."

Louis smiled at the woman. He couldn't refuse her. With a sigh, he nodded. "I'll do it. But next time you wash your saddlepad with his underwear, Percival, you'll be the one to explain the rash."

For Saishuu
Aila and Jacques, Quiet

Aila wasn't surprised that the man liked to sleep in trees. While the rest of the unit was asleep next to a dwindling campfire, Jacques was a good ten feet up. Quiet people liked quiet places and what was more serene than the bough of an ancient oak perched high above the world? Leaning against the tree's trunk, she watched him for a moment before a sound from behind forced her to spin around.

Faster than she could nock an arrow to her bow, the others jumped up and grabbed their weapons.

"Go back to sleep," Jacques called from above. "It's just a deer."

Aila smiled at him as the others relaxed and wondered how he could have seen such detail in the dark.

For Pyrefly
Sialeeds and Gizel, Midnight

The formal announcement of engagement had been made just as the clock struck twelve. Sialeeds held the hand of her new fiancé as the two of them bowed before their families and their guests. She was incredibly nervous as the crowd moved off the dance floor to allow them the honor of their first dance. She guessed he was feeling the same because his palm was sweaty. Their steps together started jerky, unfamiliar, but after a score of measures the two relaxed.

He seems nice enough, she thought and smiled at him. Without missing a step, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she found herself smiling brighter.

For Mergle
Percival and Chris, Lost

"Isn't the countryside lovely?" the Swordsman of Gale asked for the 100th time in nearly an hour.

"Percival," Chris responded in a most exasperated tone. "We've been this way five times already."

"Ah, I believe milady is mistaken!" he teased.

Chris sighed. "Milady is NOT mistaken."

"Talking about yourself in the third person, milady? I would expect that of Salome but--"

"Enough!" she shouted and dismounted. Handing him her reins, she walked over to the entrance of the village they'd passed five times. Idiot, she thought as her greaves clomped across the stones. I am never letting Percival choose the route again.

A quick conversation with a man near the gate and she returned to her knight. "I'll never understand why men just don't admit they're lost and ask for directions!"

For Pansiest Bishop
Sasarai and Viki, Handkerchief

Sasarai wasn't sure why the girl was upset nor was he sure why she chose him to cry on. For nearly twenty minutes she sobbed and inbetween her whimpers and whines he only managed to learn that she had lost her wand.

"I'm sure you'll find it," he said, desperately trying to push her off of him.

"Will you help me look for it?"

There were other things the bishop had to do; babysitting an empty headed teleportress was not one of them. "I'm sorry. I have a meeting to go to."

She sobbed and clutched him again, pressing her face into the silken fabric of his robe.

Sasarai sighed. "Ah...I beg your pardon, but I am not a handkerchief."