Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The italicized parts are copied directly from the book, for the reader to get a feel of the situation. I DID NOT WRITE THOSE PARTS! SO DON"T SUE ME! However, the rest is mine!
A/N: Hey all you Tamora Pierce fans! I'm back with another story! I will be continuing my other one, Same Ol', Same Ol', of course, but I'm going to be writing this in the meantime. It's just random scenes from the books, twisted around, and funny things that I just made up. I write these stories only for the pleasure of writing them, and I don't really care if you flame me. I just won't pay attention to it.
Like I said, the italicized parts are straight from the book. I made up everything else! I hope you have fun reading it.
"How much, George?" Alanna wanted to know.
The thief looked at the page, his hazel eyes guarded. "Eight for the mare, ten for the tack--ten gold nobles and she's yours." His tone dared Jon to argue. The Prince didn't take the dare.
Alanna never hesitated, though it was the largest amount she had ever paid in her life. She counted the money into her friend's hand and returned to admiring the horse—her horse. "We're going a long way, you and I," she whispered to the mare. The horse butted her gently, as if agreeing.
George took down a plain leather saddle and bridle. "Here you go."
"George, if you ever want my life, you can have it," Alanna said quietly, meaning every word of it. "What's her name?"
"She hasn't one. The Bazhir who sold her to me didn't dare name such a noble lady."
"I'll call her Moonlight. Do you like that, girl?"
She stroked it and whispered to it, while George went to another stall to show Jonathon another horse. It was a beautiful stallion, black as night. The two men seemed to be arguing for a minute, then shook hands. Jonathon and George came back towards her, leading the stallion.
"Jon, is that yours now?" Alanna asked.
George grinned. "Ain't he a beauty?"
Alanna smiled. "What's his name?"
"Blackie," replied Jon with a goofy grin on his face.
It was getting chilly. Alanna, who hated the cold, shivered. She drew out her Gift from inside her and lit a fire in her hand, warming herself and her friends.
The newly-named Moonlight whinnied suddenly. Alanna sprang back, uncertain of what had disquieted the horse. Was it because of her magic? The horse was panting heavily and had a wild look in its eyes.
"Alan, get out of the stall," Jonathon said sharply, disturbed by Moonlight's behavior. "Alan………"
The mare suddenly reared, much to the surprise of the three companions. The horse was slamming itself against the stall door, obviously wanting out.
"Alan!" yelled George. He ran into the neighboring stall and yanked Alanna out of there, much to her relief. "Are you alright?" Alanna nodded, shaking. "Look out!" Moonlight reared again, and was breaking the wooden posts that not only separated the stalls, but supported the whole roof.
Jon had run toward the entrance of the stable, away from the horse. "What in the name of Mithros………"
The stallion, who had been forgotten for the moment, stood on its hind legs with its ears laid flat. The mare was still trying to flee, and the roof was shaking with the effort.
"Fly, you fools!" yelled George. He grabbed Jon's and Alanna's hands and pulled them out of the collapsing stable. The stallion chased after them, foaming at the mouth and baring its teeth. Miraculously, Moonlight escaped from the confines of her stall, right before the whole stable collapsed into a pile of rubble. Throwing their heads back, the two horses galloped away into the sunset without a backwards glance, giving each other high fives.
The three companions just stood there for a long while, completely mystified. Alanna was baffled and shaken. Jonathon had a bewildered look on his face. George's expression was thoughtful. The only sound that could be heard was the light breeze that rustled the leaves lying in the stable yard.
"Damn!" yelled George. "Those two cost me forty gold nobles each!"
Alanna looked at him with wide eyes. She thought about saying something encouraging and sympathetic, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
Jonathon clapped a hand on George's shoulder.
George shook his head and sighed. "Oh, well. Too bad, so sad." He blinked and said, "Say, want to go back to the Dancing Dove? It's kinda chilly out here."
"Alright," said Jonathon. "I could use some alcohol right now."
The trio went back inside, laughing and talking, their voices blending in with the cheerful hubbub and noise of the Dancing Dove.
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So, what did ya think? I think it was kinda stupid but I laughed while I wrote it! R/R! I have a bunch of other good ideas, too!
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