Keladry of Mindelan, a Knight of the King's Own under the service of King
Jonathan of Conte, the second maiden to succeed Lady Alanna, defeater of
Blayce the Gallan, smite-r of evil, once squire of the Knight Raoul of
Godenlake and Malorie's Peak the Knight Commander of the King's Own, and
currently on vacation sat on her bed, eyes vacant at the moment. The shock
of her off-leave vacation for the month hadn't settled in into her skull,
the whirling adrenaline in her blood hadn't settled down since her
encounter with Blayce, an evil man who attempted to steal children's soul
in order to command a legion of formidable machines. The absolute vacant
of her schedule left her stripped of any duty. Her dreamer hazel eyes
stared at the courtyard below, her long lashes batting lazily. Her soft
brown hair, now grown long since her knighthood, was firmly tied back
behind her head.
She saw the Yamani glaives twirling around in the yard, its wielders following a delicate step handed down traditionally to the women of the Yamani Isle. Her eyes lazily followed the swishing pattern cutting intricate patterns in the air. She could distantly hear a knock on her door but she chose to ignore it as she followed the silver streaks of light.
"Kel!" Neal of Queenscove shouted again as he banged on her door. Owen and Cleon approached him as Neal flung his body at Kel's door once again.
"No use?" Owen asked, his usually plump and friendly face lined with creases of worry.
"No use. How long has she been like this?" Neal had been visiting his girlfriend Yuki, one of Kel's friend, at the Yamani Isle right after Kel came back from defeating Blayce. When he returned, his best friend hadn't greeted him from the courtyard as she usually would. Instead, he found her locked in her room, silent and remote.
"Ever since she came back from defeating Blayce, all she's ever done is sit in her room and stare blankly. Maybe the shock from that made her like that." and Cleon drifted off. He didn't want to mention the fact that he had broken off with Kel when he discovered that his mother had engaged him to some rich dame in order to save his fief.
Neal sank to the floor, burying his head in his arms. Here he was, outside the door while his best friend could be probably on the process of committing suicide or worse, dead. "Mithros Kel, why are you leaving me out in the cold?"
The door unlocked with a soft click. Neal immediately got up and pushed the door ajar to see Kel huddled on the bed, tears streaming from her eyes and her hair matted from sweat. Her clothes were ruffled and wrinkled everywhere.
"Kel!" Neal exclaimed as he dashed off to where she huddled.
Kel lifted her puffed up face, smiled weakly, and then passed out
She saw the Yamani glaives twirling around in the yard, its wielders following a delicate step handed down traditionally to the women of the Yamani Isle. Her eyes lazily followed the swishing pattern cutting intricate patterns in the air. She could distantly hear a knock on her door but she chose to ignore it as she followed the silver streaks of light.
"Kel!" Neal of Queenscove shouted again as he banged on her door. Owen and Cleon approached him as Neal flung his body at Kel's door once again.
"No use?" Owen asked, his usually plump and friendly face lined with creases of worry.
"No use. How long has she been like this?" Neal had been visiting his girlfriend Yuki, one of Kel's friend, at the Yamani Isle right after Kel came back from defeating Blayce. When he returned, his best friend hadn't greeted him from the courtyard as she usually would. Instead, he found her locked in her room, silent and remote.
"Ever since she came back from defeating Blayce, all she's ever done is sit in her room and stare blankly. Maybe the shock from that made her like that." and Cleon drifted off. He didn't want to mention the fact that he had broken off with Kel when he discovered that his mother had engaged him to some rich dame in order to save his fief.
Neal sank to the floor, burying his head in his arms. Here he was, outside the door while his best friend could be probably on the process of committing suicide or worse, dead. "Mithros Kel, why are you leaving me out in the cold?"
The door unlocked with a soft click. Neal immediately got up and pushed the door ajar to see Kel huddled on the bed, tears streaming from her eyes and her hair matted from sweat. Her clothes were ruffled and wrinkled everywhere.
"Kel!" Neal exclaimed as he dashed off to where she huddled.
Kel lifted her puffed up face, smiled weakly, and then passed out