Alanna's Wish
By: Lady Isabelle
*~*Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. All of it belongs to Tamora Pierce.*~*
His eyes were blue. His hair was black. Who was that man? Alanna of Trebond, leaned back from the fire. Her nursemaid Maude did also. "I have Seen it in the fire, my child, you must go to the convent." Maude quickly jumped up and caught Alanna as she crumbled.
"Thom where are you? I need to talk to you!" Alanna called. She walked through the halls of the castle, wondering where that boy could have gotten to. He was always disappearing in one of the cellars or attics, practicing his magic, no doubt. He was impossible though, when it came to the sword. Running off when he had to use it and have lessons. Alanna of course, was quite the opposite, excelling at woodscraft and swordmanship. "Thom, if you don't get your butt down here right now, I am going to dunk you in the fishpond!"
"Alright I am here, what do you want sister dear?" He tapped his foot impatiently. "I was trying to pack for my unfortunate trip to the palace."
"Oh, shut up Thom, you know you don't have to pack, the servants and Maude do it for you. Besides, if you did it yourself you would show up to the palace with little more than a cloak and breeches and a shirt. You don't know anything do you?"
"You know," Thom drawled, "You have quite a temper. I am packing my books and things. I wouldn't trust anybody else but me to do it. You should calm down and go pack, in secret, your breeches and things. Maybe you can hire a private instructor in the City of the Gods."
Alanna glared at Thom and walked away, fuming. "Why does he have to go to the palace. I would make ten times a better knight than him. I mean, I am better at hunting, tracking, and sword fighting then he is."
Unnoiticed by Alanna, Coram was walking behind her. "Aye, you are better at those things than Lord Thom, Lady Alanna, but you be a girl. Girls ain't fit for action and things. Aye, you may be different than most girls, but sooner or later the truth will come out. You do be knowin that you can't bring that kind of shame on your family," Holding his hand up at Alanna's indignant stutters, he said, " I'm not finished yet. I know you and Thom might be plannin a little mishcief, you might want to rethink that one." Coram ambled away slowly, convinced that he had done his task. But Coram was wrong, he had only made Alanna more determined to fight. She was already thinking of a new plan. She went off to her rooms to pack her breeches and fighting gear.
Lady Isabelle
I know, it doesn't have a plot yet but it will, I promise. Please, r/r. The next part gets a lot more interesting with the stuff that goes on in the convent. Flames are accepted.
By: Lady Isabelle
*~*Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. All of it belongs to Tamora Pierce.*~*
His eyes were blue. His hair was black. Who was that man? Alanna of Trebond, leaned back from the fire. Her nursemaid Maude did also. "I have Seen it in the fire, my child, you must go to the convent." Maude quickly jumped up and caught Alanna as she crumbled.
"Thom where are you? I need to talk to you!" Alanna called. She walked through the halls of the castle, wondering where that boy could have gotten to. He was always disappearing in one of the cellars or attics, practicing his magic, no doubt. He was impossible though, when it came to the sword. Running off when he had to use it and have lessons. Alanna of course, was quite the opposite, excelling at woodscraft and swordmanship. "Thom, if you don't get your butt down here right now, I am going to dunk you in the fishpond!"
"Alright I am here, what do you want sister dear?" He tapped his foot impatiently. "I was trying to pack for my unfortunate trip to the palace."
"Oh, shut up Thom, you know you don't have to pack, the servants and Maude do it for you. Besides, if you did it yourself you would show up to the palace with little more than a cloak and breeches and a shirt. You don't know anything do you?"
"You know," Thom drawled, "You have quite a temper. I am packing my books and things. I wouldn't trust anybody else but me to do it. You should calm down and go pack, in secret, your breeches and things. Maybe you can hire a private instructor in the City of the Gods."
Alanna glared at Thom and walked away, fuming. "Why does he have to go to the palace. I would make ten times a better knight than him. I mean, I am better at hunting, tracking, and sword fighting then he is."
Unnoiticed by Alanna, Coram was walking behind her. "Aye, you are better at those things than Lord Thom, Lady Alanna, but you be a girl. Girls ain't fit for action and things. Aye, you may be different than most girls, but sooner or later the truth will come out. You do be knowin that you can't bring that kind of shame on your family," Holding his hand up at Alanna's indignant stutters, he said, " I'm not finished yet. I know you and Thom might be plannin a little mishcief, you might want to rethink that one." Coram ambled away slowly, convinced that he had done his task. But Coram was wrong, he had only made Alanna more determined to fight. She was already thinking of a new plan. She went off to her rooms to pack her breeches and fighting gear.
Lady Isabelle
I know, it doesn't have a plot yet but it will, I promise. Please, r/r. The next part gets a lot more interesting with the stuff that goes on in the convent. Flames are accepted.