A possible future. Just a ficlet from a story idea I had that I might expand on.
Her sword sliced through air and shadow. Hair flame like hair, longer now then it was back then, was braided tightly at the back of her head, tied off at the nape of her neck. Her light green tunic, only mildly darker then her hose and shirt, crinkled and smoothed as she moved; dodging and striking the myriad of shadow creatures that attacked her. She was sweating slightly and the few loose strands of her hair were plastered to her face.
She stepped back from an attack, the shadow's sword just missing the dragon rune lovingly embroidered above her left breast. From the right she heard the sound of someone cluck their tongue in frustration. She glanced over and while she couldn't see the figure by the fountain, in the shade of the old elm, she didn't need to, she knew who it was. It was him, the sorcerer responsible for the shadows, the last of which she despatched with a quick flick of her blade before approaching him.
He perched on the rim of the fountain, an open book in his hands, more books stacked by his feet. Atop the stack sat an old blue jester's hat with three bells. She stood before him, very close, he looked up startled. Glancing beyond her he noticed the emptiness of the courtyard; he raised a hand to summon more shadow warriors. She promptly smacked his hand with the flat of her sword.
"Don't," her voice was filled with a quiet, tired, authority. He nodded and went back to his book. She sheathed her sword and took the belt it was attached to off, settling the scabbard and sword by the book piles. Leaning against the rim of the fountain she rolled her neck to loosen her muscles as a soft breeze began to caress her. She looked over at him; he was looking back with a soft smile, his hand still raised from the breeze summoning gesture.
"You looked hot," he said with a half shrug. She returned his smile and nodded.
"You sounded bothered," She leant towards him, waiting to hear the reason behind the earlier tongue clucking.
"Advanced spells," he ran his hand through his hair and down his neck to tug at his tunic and shirt collar, both light blue and sporting the same dragon rune on his chest.
"I tell you Jane, these spells will send me mad before I even learn them." His face adopted a pitiful façade. Jane simply laughed and ruffled his hair.
"Don't worry, you'll get it and you'll become the most powerful Draco Magus ever." Slipping from the rim of the fountain Jane snagged the blue hat and made for the archway across the courtyard.
"Oi! Give that back!" Carefully dropping his book onto the pile he took of after her.
"Not a chance Jester! Not. A. Chance!" her voice wafted back into the now empty courtyard, to the fountain whose only companions were a sword and pile of books sitting side by side.
soooo... yeah... that was... whatever it was...