My wonderful readers! How lovely of you to stop by. -clears throat- erm...this was a little fic thatI thought would be a cool little refresher so I can get back to making you guys like me or in other words so like I can update my other fics! R'n'R please!
--TheGirlScholar--
P.S. This fic is dedicated to Captain Cheese for no reason at all. Midwinter Luck
"You shimmer like a mirage of delight," Cleon murmured as they met in the serving room. They turned in trays of empty cups and plates to take up full ones. "Your teeth call to mind wolfhounds romping in the snow."
Kel smiled up at the redheaded squire. She had never noticed it before, but his eyes were an interesting, clear gray. "Wolfhounds are furry," she pointed out. "I hope my teeth aren't. And teeth aren't cold enough to be snow. How is it that you get sillier every time I talk to you?"
"The joy of our nearness cooks my love struck heart," he explained with a soulful look.
"Or you've been looking at Scanrans longer than is good for you. Spend time with actual girls," she informed him sternly. "You wouldn't call me 'pearl of my heart' then."
"No, it's 'mirage of delight' today. 'Pearl of my heart' was when I was but a mere boy." They stood in the door, looking at the party. "I hate to say it, my dear, but I think our prince is a fathead," Cleon remarked. "There he sits with the most gorgeous creature in shoe leather, excepting your luminous self, of course—"
"Of course," Kel replied, straight-faced.
"—without a word to say. Somebody should tell him the lady can converse, and sensibly, too." Cleon straightened his shoulders. "If I don't return by dawn, wear my handkerchief by your heart forever." He disappeared into a clump of guests.
Kel rolled her eyes. 'Cleon is so stupid. He didn't even give me his handkerchief.' she thought as she rearranged the cups on her tray.
"Did Cleon kiss you for Midwinter Luck?" a familiar voice drawled in her ear.
Kel could melt as she felt Neal's breath on the side of her head and neck.
She turned to face Neal. "No. Did he kiss you for Midwinter luck?"
Neal looked at her with mock hurt. "Are you implying that you think Cleon is gay?"
Kel grinned and Neal chuckled.
"Naw, Kel. I was just wondering if you'd been kissed for Midwinter Luck yet."
Kel raised an eyebrow. "And why would you want to know that, dear Nealan?"
"Well you know the tradition of Midwinter, right?"
"Not really."
He stood there gaping.
"Well, nobody told me what it was. They just expected me to know it already!" she said in self-defense.
"Fine. I'll tell you what it is."
"Go 'head, I'm listening."
"Okay. Well, the tradition started about 100 years ago when King Alexander and his queen, Queen Arynia were ruling Tortall. They had only one child and her name was Princess Cecilia of Conte. So basically, Cecillia falls in love with Prince Eric of Slativedor (it was destroyed 20 years later) during the midwinter festival and he kissed her and said midwinter luck and ya-dah-ya-dah-yadah and it was the described as the most powerful thing. The love was so strong because it happened in the midwinter festivals and that Eric had said those two magic words blah blah blah that no other man could touch the girl until the two had broken up and all the girls want to get kissed at midwinter now."
"What has that got to do with anything?"
"Because you said that Cleon didn't kiss you for Midwinter Luck which means," he leaned in real close. "I can instead." Neal pressed his lips gently against hers.
"Midwinter Luck, Kel."
So how do you like it? Cuz if my highly trained reviewers s-tares intensely- don't like it then I'll leave it as a one shot but if my -stares intensely- reviewers like it then it can be a fluffy little ficlet. -giggles happily- reviewers like yourselves need practice even if you are highly trained so go 'head and practice!
Heart you all to death,
--TheGirlScholar--