"Not fair!" Will shouted as Halt pinched him. Damn Halt, always on the top of his game.
Earlier
"Will, I hope you don't mind, but I've seemed to have lost your Ranger's cloak. Would you mind wearing this one instead?" Halt handed Will a brown and grey cloak instead.
"I guess not. But how did you lose it? I was sleeping with it over me." Will raised an eyebrow as Halt shrugged, but donned the cloak anyway.
"Now Will, do you happen to know what day today is?" Halt smiled evilly. Will's eyes widened in horror as realization dawned on him.
Halt leaned forward, thumb and forefinger at the ready.
"Seriously, Halt, was there any need for that!? I know I'm not wearing green, but we aren't even in the Ridgelands! How do you even know about that tradition anyways? You're too old, and it's too new of a tradition." Will's eyes widened once again as Halt pounced at the young apprentice.
Said apprentice swiftly sidestepped, bringing up his fists at the ready. Halt stopped short as he saw something. Will's shoes. They were a soft, leather like green.
"Shit." The strangled whisper escaped the older Ranger's lips as Will seemed to also realize what he was wearing.
"Ten times back, old friend!" Will tackled the older man, bringing him to the grass. He pinched him on every available patch of skin there was, and added one more.
"For next year." Was the reply to Halt's protest.
"That's birthdays." The Ranger said, pursing his lips.
Fin
A/N: So yeah, just popped into my head.
RANGER'S APPRENTICE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, NOR DO THE CHARACTERS USED. ST. PATRICK ALSO DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Now, have a great Green Day!