In honor of the recent release of The Kings of Clonmel in the US, I've decided to rewrite my once-drabble-like RA story and turn it into something with a real plot. Hope you like it!
Oh, and if you don't know, blue lightning is basically when lightning appears blue. I couldn't think of anything else to explain the color I wanted her eyes to be.
Chapter One
Perhaps A Ranger
Fifteen year-old Celestine smoothed down her white Couriers uniform, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. She thought about opening the window at the far end of the room and attempting to climb down the side of Caraway Castle. She bit the inside of her cheek, mentally kicking herself. She knew what she'd done was wrong and she knew that there were consequences to face.
Her musings were interrupted as an older Courier walked through the door. Lord Brendon glanced toward his daughter, motioning for her to sit before he took his own chair. As the head of Courier affairs at Caraway, one of his duties was training the apprentices, and, in Celestine's case, reprimanding them.
Brendon studied his daughter. At the moment, she seemed to be finding vast enjoyment in her fingernails. The slight angle her head was tilted at allowed her black hair to fall in front of her bright blue eyes, the color of blue lightning. Even though she spent any time possible outside, her skin hadn't tanned in the slightest, remaining its same ivory white.
In turn, Celestine studied her father. Ash-blond hair and kind grey eyes gave him a friendly appearance whenever he wished it. At the moment though, he looked troubled.
Finally, Brendon broke the silence. "You pushed him."
Celestine struggled to hide the grin that showed on her face. In retrospect, it didn't seem like the worst thing to do, just during the worst possible moment.
"You pushed him into the mud. A baron's son."
"Well, he did insult and flirt with me in the same sentence." Celestine explained, if a bit peeved.
Brendon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, normally I wouldn't object to you defending your honor, but while you are on a diplomatic mission, being violent toward the very ones we're trying to talk into trading with us isn't that good of an idea."
Celestine looked at her fingernails again. It was true, her temper was a weakness. Over the years, she'd been working on controlling it. Over time, she'd developed a slightly long fuse. It was just that arrogant teenage boys seemed to make it burn faster than others.
Brendon studied his daughter, knowing her very nature was to strike out when she was insulted. While wonderful with words and debating, her temper was definitely something to watch. "I'm ending your apprenticeship," he stated shortly.
Celestine's eyes widened and she gaped like a fish. "But Dad! That's just… It's… why?"
Brendon watched his daughter calmly. "You've got a temper Celey. You've too much of your mothers' fighting spirit to sit calmly when you're insulted."
Celestine glared and slumped back into her chair. "Instead," Brendon continued. "Berenger has accepted you as his apprentice. You're to become a Ranger."
Okay, short, I know. But it's really a way to introduce Celestine. Have you guessed who she's related to yet? Celey is her father's pet name for her, by the way.
Hope you like it.
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