Rogue
A/N: I just re-read Bloodhound, and Rosto isn't in it nearly enough. Here a short little drabble to satisfy myself until Mastiff. Enjoy!
- Miss Maddie
September 19th, 247
I have followed Beka's lead and have decided to take up journaling. I know now why she is forever writing in her little book. It is restful, and writing my thoughts down helps to keep them in order.
I am furious with myself for missing Beka so when I have no right to. I know from my various informants in Port Caynn that she is courting Dale Rowan, a courier for the Goldsmith's bank. I have seen the man a few times in Corus, at the Nightmarket or at the various gambling houses. He is well enough, as coves go, but, from what I have seen, Dale doesn't seem at all Beka's type. I have watched Dale gamble before. He was the kind who would tug a pretty flower seller into his lap and ask her to be his "luck" for the night. He liked a mot who would blow on his dice and giggle in his ear. Beka is not like that at all.
Who am I to decide Beka's "type," anyway? It's none of my business who she courts. If she wants to bed Dale, that's her own doing.
Has she bedded him though?
Curse it, I cannot lie to myself, especially not in writing. I cannot sleep for days before my birdie arrives, anxious as I am for him to bring me news of Beka. Is she well? Is she happy? Has she gotten her head bashed in again, like that incident with the Pell brothers, and this time for good?
I've been trying to take my mind off Beka through the company of the flower sellers. There is always one or another throwing herself into my lap, more than ever since I became Rogue of Corus. I oblige their fancies, but the doxies don't entertain me as they once did.
Every mot I have bedded since Beka's departure for Port Caynn I chose because she in some way reminded me of my favourite Dog. This one's lips were the same shape; that one's hair was precisely the same colour. But none of them had her eyes. I had never in all my life seen a mot with as piercing a gaze as Beka's. They still unnerve me, even after more than a year in Beka's company. They are the ghostly stare of the Black God himself.
Mithros, but I worry about her too much. I know that Beka is more than capable of attending to her Hunt in Port Caynn. I only wish she would put less thought into Dale Rowan and more into keeping herself safe.
It is late, and I should sleep. I will write more tomorrow.
A/N: So? Very short, but I don't care. I may write more if I'm struck with the inspiration. Anyways, hooray for Beka/Rosto! I always thought Dale was a bit of a tool.
I have to say, though, I don't like the way the categories for Tamora Pierce are set up. It doesn't make any sense to have only SotL and PotS to choose from when there are three other series in Tortall plus Emelan.
Reviews please!
- Miss Maddie
