Wow. Haven't written for Wheel of Time in awhile. It's been too long.
Anyways, this was written because there are no Olver fics out there. Seriously? No one's bothered to write something about Olver? I'm sure he's offended.
Anyways, takes place when Mat, Nynaeve, and Elayne all enter Ebou Dar. Enjoy, and review.
Olver was bored.
Plain and simple. There was no mincing of words for Olver, no sir. He wished he wasn't, but it wasn't a feeling a person could make himself stop feeling, now was it? So the only thing to do was to blame the feeling one someone.
He glared sulkily at Mat. It was his fault, getting him all worked up about seeing Ebou Dar and then making him walk around in the most boring way. Mat wasn't even doing anything cool like he usually was; he was glaring at the ground and muttering very angrily at it. Obviously the ground did something that displeased Mat. Still, that wasn't very interesting. Olver needed very badly to be entertained. A thought cropped up into his mind, a way to get back at this man and alleviate his boredom at the same time. He grinned evilly.
"Hey Mat!" he called, pointing toward a random object. "What's that?"
Mat looked up from his muttering. "That?" he asked, looking in the direction of Olver's finger. "That's a fruit stand. With fruit in it." He tried to look back down. Olver didn't let him.
"What's that?" he asked again, pointing at another thing.
"That's an inn. No, we're not going in."
"What's that?"
"A horse racing track. No, we're definitely not going there."
"What's that?"
"That's a very dirty person."
"What's that?"
"Why?"
Olver blinked. He hadn't been suspecting this.
"Umm…it looked funny?" he mumbled.
"Why?"
"It just does."
"Why?"
"Well, it's all pointy and stuff…."
"Why?"
"Maybe to keep the birds away?"
"Why?"
"Because birds poo-Hey! Stop it!" Olver pouted. He was thoroughly annoyed by now.
Mat smirked, touching his hat in a mock bow. The nerve!
"Don't ever try to annoy me with those pitiful tactics," he grinned. "You're going to have to come up with some better tactics than those to defeat the master."
Olver grumbled something incoherent, but did not press the subject. Instead he decided glaring at the ground was ample entertainment. Mat, having won, grinned even wider.
Soon you will learn, grasshopper. For you are in the presence of a master.
My stories are slowly getting shorter and shorter...hm....