A/N: yeah, I realize they're kinda OoC, but oh well...this is a fanfic. And also, does anyone have a better name? New Girl kinda...um, sucks. I just have a complete lack of inspiration right now, seeing as it is nearly 11:00 at night and I'm sick, so....bear with me here peeps.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here, I wish I did, but, well, all I own is my computer (and I hardly own that) which isn't worth much. So don't sue me...you won't get anything useful. And all the characters belong to the Almighty Goddess Tamora Pierce, whom we all worship (else we wouldn't be here, right?).
Now off to our favorite Lady Squire...erm...our *only* Lady Squire...
~~~~~
"Another year of torture," groaned Neal as the pages and squires trudged back from the mess hall together. {A/N~do they call it the mess hall?...couldn't remember...}
"Cheer up Neal," Owen told him. "At least it's not just us getting tortured . . . My Lord Stump has to deal with us!"
They would have burst our laughing had not a dry voice commented from their left, "I'm glad to hear you enjoy it."
All of them jumped - even Kel - and turned around.
Neal stepped forward and bowed gracefully. "My Lord Stump," he proclaimed with a flourish. His friends were struggling to keep their faces straight. The Stump's two companions were as well, though they were failing miserably. The woman who was wearing breeches - a strange thing, Kel noted - nearly fell over from laughing so hard, her violet eyes dancing from mirth. Violet eyes?! That's the Lioness! Kel realized, but didn't let her shock show on her face.
Lord Wyldon's other companion was the king. He had his hand over his mouth to hide a grin, but his sapphire eyes held laughter as he asked, "My Lord Stump? I was under the impression it was Wyldon." He glanced t the Lord in question.
"That's what we call him, Your Majesty." Owen explained. "Because he's so stiff." Owen's words were the final straw. Both the King and Alanna were shaking with laughter and Lord Wyldon even smiled - somewhat fondly actually.
After a moment, the King recovered enough to gasp, "Wyldon, didn't you have something to tell someone? . . . " The hint was recognized and Lord Wyldon beckoned Kel forward. "Keladry -" Kel winced at the use of her given name.
"What?" he asked.
"Kel hates her full name sir. There's only five people she doesn't want to call her Kel," Merric said.
"Who?"
Kel rolled her eyes - thanks to Merric, she now had to explain. "Joren, Garvey, Zahir, and Conal."
"Ah . . . " Lord Wyldon answered, understanding - he knew Kel and her friends got along badly with Joren and his. But the last name - Conal . . . "Your brother?" the King asked, recognizing the name first. Kel nodded. "He and I . . . don't get along, Your Majesty."
"That's an understatement," Roald muttered. Kel shot him a glare.
The tension in the room built up, until - to break the silence - Lord Wyldon said, "Anyways, back to the point." He looked down - though not very far - at Kel. "There's a new girl page."
For a moment there was a silence, then all the boys broke into huge grins. Smiling slightly - her Yamani gaurd was still up around Lord Wyldon - Kel said, "I almost feel sorry for her." Again that got another laught from everyone.
Lord Wyldon seemed releived at her response. "Now look here, I get the feeling you lot are going to be the first to accept her - Mithros knows they all still haven't accepted you -" -he indicated Kel- "-so I've decided to let squires and pages sit at the same tables if they want. I suggest you take advantage of it."
They all just stared. And stared . . . And stared. Finally Neal managed to say, "Did you just bend the rules in our favor?" his eyes were bugging our of his head as he said it.
Lord Wyldon harumphed. "I never thought I'd say this, but . . . yes." His gaze returned to Keladry. You'll have to get one of your page friends to sponser her . . . I'm sticking to those rules." Kel nodded vigorously, still in shock.
Wyldon sighed. "I would you'd been born a boy, Keladry of Mindelan."
"But I like being a girl."
Smiling he extended his hand and put it on her shoulder. "You've been . . . an experience," he told her.
"That's what Neal says."
He shook his head. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you." Waving a hand he said, "Go on, somehow I get the feeling there's some sort of trouble you need to get into."
They bowed and started away, but Kel turned around after only a few steps and asked, curiously, "Sir - is she on probation?"
The boys had all crowded behind her, making for a very unnerving picture.
Lord Wyldon paused. "No." He eyes her. "Are you angry she isn't?"
"Of course not!" Kel was surprised, and showing the most emotion she had during the entire exchange. "It wouldn't do to put every girl to come along on probation just to keep the others from getting upset, would it?:
Wyldon nodded appraisingly. "She has you to thank for that you know . . . I think you're starting a new trend."
Kel smiled impishly, and began to leave, only Neal asked, "Wait - what's her name?"
For a moment everyone was quiet, comtemplating how dumb they were, forgetting to mention - or ask, whatever the case - her name.
"Oh." The King scratched his head. "Right . . . that could help, couldn't it."
Confused at their King's strange behavior, the kids watched him carefully. After a moment of no one saying anything, the Lioness answered for the King. Looking him straight in the eye she said, "Alianne of Pirate's Swoop." Then, not waiting for an answer, she turned and walked in the opposite direction. The pages and squires watched her a moment, and then turned their gazes back to the training master and his King. The two exchanged a look. "Much as we'd love to stay and chat, we really must be going now." the King said, and hurriedly followed Alanna, with Wyldon behind him.
~~~~~~
A/N: sooooo? whadya think? It's gonna be about Alanna, Daine, and Kel...and maybe some other chars...Alanna might even meet Kel in it. I haven't decided yet. Well, tell me what you think please...you can either use the little box (see below) or you can email me at faerie-dragon@home.com.
Thanks,
Dani
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here, I wish I did, but, well, all I own is my computer (and I hardly own that) which isn't worth much. So don't sue me...you won't get anything useful. And all the characters belong to the Almighty Goddess Tamora Pierce, whom we all worship (else we wouldn't be here, right?).
Now off to our favorite Lady Squire...erm...our *only* Lady Squire...
~~~~~
"Another year of torture," groaned Neal as the pages and squires trudged back from the mess hall together. {A/N~do they call it the mess hall?...couldn't remember...}
"Cheer up Neal," Owen told him. "At least it's not just us getting tortured . . . My Lord Stump has to deal with us!"
They would have burst our laughing had not a dry voice commented from their left, "I'm glad to hear you enjoy it."
All of them jumped - even Kel - and turned around.
Neal stepped forward and bowed gracefully. "My Lord Stump," he proclaimed with a flourish. His friends were struggling to keep their faces straight. The Stump's two companions were as well, though they were failing miserably. The woman who was wearing breeches - a strange thing, Kel noted - nearly fell over from laughing so hard, her violet eyes dancing from mirth. Violet eyes?! That's the Lioness! Kel realized, but didn't let her shock show on her face.
Lord Wyldon's other companion was the king. He had his hand over his mouth to hide a grin, but his sapphire eyes held laughter as he asked, "My Lord Stump? I was under the impression it was Wyldon." He glanced t the Lord in question.
"That's what we call him, Your Majesty." Owen explained. "Because he's so stiff." Owen's words were the final straw. Both the King and Alanna were shaking with laughter and Lord Wyldon even smiled - somewhat fondly actually.
After a moment, the King recovered enough to gasp, "Wyldon, didn't you have something to tell someone? . . . " The hint was recognized and Lord Wyldon beckoned Kel forward. "Keladry -" Kel winced at the use of her given name.
"What?" he asked.
"Kel hates her full name sir. There's only five people she doesn't want to call her Kel," Merric said.
"Who?"
Kel rolled her eyes - thanks to Merric, she now had to explain. "Joren, Garvey, Zahir, and Conal."
"Ah . . . " Lord Wyldon answered, understanding - he knew Kel and her friends got along badly with Joren and his. But the last name - Conal . . . "Your brother?" the King asked, recognizing the name first. Kel nodded. "He and I . . . don't get along, Your Majesty."
"That's an understatement," Roald muttered. Kel shot him a glare.
The tension in the room built up, until - to break the silence - Lord Wyldon said, "Anyways, back to the point." He looked down - though not very far - at Kel. "There's a new girl page."
For a moment there was a silence, then all the boys broke into huge grins. Smiling slightly - her Yamani gaurd was still up around Lord Wyldon - Kel said, "I almost feel sorry for her." Again that got another laught from everyone.
Lord Wyldon seemed releived at her response. "Now look here, I get the feeling you lot are going to be the first to accept her - Mithros knows they all still haven't accepted you -" -he indicated Kel- "-so I've decided to let squires and pages sit at the same tables if they want. I suggest you take advantage of it."
They all just stared. And stared . . . And stared. Finally Neal managed to say, "Did you just bend the rules in our favor?" his eyes were bugging our of his head as he said it.
Lord Wyldon harumphed. "I never thought I'd say this, but . . . yes." His gaze returned to Keladry. You'll have to get one of your page friends to sponser her . . . I'm sticking to those rules." Kel nodded vigorously, still in shock.
Wyldon sighed. "I would you'd been born a boy, Keladry of Mindelan."
"But I like being a girl."
Smiling he extended his hand and put it on her shoulder. "You've been . . . an experience," he told her.
"That's what Neal says."
He shook his head. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you." Waving a hand he said, "Go on, somehow I get the feeling there's some sort of trouble you need to get into."
They bowed and started away, but Kel turned around after only a few steps and asked, curiously, "Sir - is she on probation?"
The boys had all crowded behind her, making for a very unnerving picture.
Lord Wyldon paused. "No." He eyes her. "Are you angry she isn't?"
"Of course not!" Kel was surprised, and showing the most emotion she had during the entire exchange. "It wouldn't do to put every girl to come along on probation just to keep the others from getting upset, would it?:
Wyldon nodded appraisingly. "She has you to thank for that you know . . . I think you're starting a new trend."
Kel smiled impishly, and began to leave, only Neal asked, "Wait - what's her name?"
For a moment everyone was quiet, comtemplating how dumb they were, forgetting to mention - or ask, whatever the case - her name.
"Oh." The King scratched his head. "Right . . . that could help, couldn't it."
Confused at their King's strange behavior, the kids watched him carefully. After a moment of no one saying anything, the Lioness answered for the King. Looking him straight in the eye she said, "Alianne of Pirate's Swoop." Then, not waiting for an answer, she turned and walked in the opposite direction. The pages and squires watched her a moment, and then turned their gazes back to the training master and his King. The two exchanged a look. "Much as we'd love to stay and chat, we really must be going now." the King said, and hurriedly followed Alanna, with Wyldon behind him.
~~~~~~
A/N: sooooo? whadya think? It's gonna be about Alanna, Daine, and Kel...and maybe some other chars...Alanna might even meet Kel in it. I haven't decided yet. Well, tell me what you think please...you can either use the little box (see below) or you can email me at faerie-dragon@home.com.
Thanks,
Dani