"C'mon, I'm ready to leave!" Alianne yelled, impatiently. "Mother! COME ON!" She began pacing, red hair
flying out behind her, hazel eyes twinkling.
Alanna walked downstairs, and looked at her "daughter", a smile in her eyes. "Alan, darling son of mine,
take that wig off. Does your sister know you're wearing her dress? That isn't gonna fool me. You are going
to the palace, and you most definately aren't going to the convent! Now, go get dressed. Properly dressed."
"But mother, I AM properly dressed. Don't I look like a lady?" Alan asked, striking a pose. "Alianne says
I look like a girl and she looks like a by, so we hafta switch, like you and Uncle Thom did," Alan said,
sticking out his lower lip.
"Uncle Thom didn't go to the convent to be a lady," Alanna rolled her eyes. "Honestly, now. Your sister
doesn't HAVE to dress as a boy like I did, Jon has given permission for her to train as a knight. BUT, you
must train to be a knight AS WELL. Now, go get dressed in a shirt and breeches."
She watched him trudge upstairs. "GEORGE!" she yelled. "Where are you?"
George walked dow. "Alan dressed like a lady again?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Let's hope he grows
out of it."
Alanna fell into his arms. "George, did I give birth to a boy and girl, or twin girls?"
"Alan's a boy. He just likes...pretty things," George said, uncertainely.
Alanna sighed. "D'you think we should just...let him go to the convent?" she asked, uncertain.
"He'd be a lot happier."
George rolled his eyes. "He NEEDS to go to the palace to toughen up. He'll go, without
argument, OR ELSE!" he said loudly, for Alan's benefit. Alan was hiding behind a chair, listening. He
frowned, and trudged back upstairs to put his breeches on.
Alianne, his twin sister couldn't be more excited. "Oh, we get to be knights. HEROES. Maybe
even LEGENDS!" she clapped her hands together.
"Whoppee," Alan said sullenly. "I'll never pick up any girls there."
"You wanna go to the convent to meet GIRLS?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, why else would I go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, cause you're gay?" she asked.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm not gay...just sensitive. So what if I think dresses are prettier
than breeches?" He asked, tears dripping down his nose, and onto his pink silk dress.
flying out behind her, hazel eyes twinkling.
Alanna walked downstairs, and looked at her "daughter", a smile in her eyes. "Alan, darling son of mine,
take that wig off. Does your sister know you're wearing her dress? That isn't gonna fool me. You are going
to the palace, and you most definately aren't going to the convent! Now, go get dressed. Properly dressed."
"But mother, I AM properly dressed. Don't I look like a lady?" Alan asked, striking a pose. "Alianne says
I look like a girl and she looks like a by, so we hafta switch, like you and Uncle Thom did," Alan said,
sticking out his lower lip.
"Uncle Thom didn't go to the convent to be a lady," Alanna rolled her eyes. "Honestly, now. Your sister
doesn't HAVE to dress as a boy like I did, Jon has given permission for her to train as a knight. BUT, you
must train to be a knight AS WELL. Now, go get dressed in a shirt and breeches."
She watched him trudge upstairs. "GEORGE!" she yelled. "Where are you?"
George walked dow. "Alan dressed like a lady again?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Let's hope he grows
out of it."
Alanna fell into his arms. "George, did I give birth to a boy and girl, or twin girls?"
"Alan's a boy. He just likes...pretty things," George said, uncertainely.
Alanna sighed. "D'you think we should just...let him go to the convent?" she asked, uncertain.
"He'd be a lot happier."
George rolled his eyes. "He NEEDS to go to the palace to toughen up. He'll go, without
argument, OR ELSE!" he said loudly, for Alan's benefit. Alan was hiding behind a chair, listening. He
frowned, and trudged back upstairs to put his breeches on.
Alianne, his twin sister couldn't be more excited. "Oh, we get to be knights. HEROES. Maybe
even LEGENDS!" she clapped her hands together.
"Whoppee," Alan said sullenly. "I'll never pick up any girls there."
"You wanna go to the convent to meet GIRLS?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, why else would I go?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Um, cause you're gay?" she asked.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm not gay...just sensitive. So what if I think dresses are prettier
than breeches?" He asked, tears dripping down his nose, and onto his pink silk dress.