Disclaimer : I still own nothing, even though I haven't mentioned that before.
Author's Note : Okay, I have no idea what this is. I have no explanations, whatsoever for this ridiculousness (does this word exist?). On with the show.
PS. : This one just popped out of my head, too. Excuses for the mistakes, no beta reader for me.
PPS. : I also changed the rating for mentions of lesbianism. Okay, I stopped ranting.
Cara was a girl. Even better, a woman. Cara was the tough kind of woman, too. A severe, dominating, dangerous woman. A Mord'Sith. Ever since she was trained, she was well aware of her power on people. She was both beautiful and intimidating, wanted and feared. But that was not all that Cara was. Oh no, she was much more than that.
She was also a very proud woman. Proud of her conquests, of her achievements. Proud of her origins, her ... family, if you will. She was not ashamed of the implication that a clan of women would plant in any man or woman's mind. And she used every opportunity she had gotten to flash this pride to her companions ever since they started traveling together. However, not all of them were going as she had expected them to be.
Kahlan could remember a number of times where these incidents made Cara look clumsy. Most of these times, she was trying to grab the attention of the Mother Confessor. The brunette had noticed after a few of these minor hints that the Mord'Sith's next target of conquest was none other than Kahlan herself. At first, she was discouraged by the idea, but that quickly changed. Soon, before she knew it, the Mother Confessor found herself playing along. She would smile and wink occasionally. She would laugh at Cara's dry comments. And before long, she fell in love. Yes, that was still with Cara. The brunette tried so hard not to believe it.
So, when she was staring at the blonde's behind while the Mord'Sith was chopping wood, it was a little more than surprising when a hand touched Kahlan's shoulder, causing her to jump and turn around. The Mother Confessor was greeted by a goofy smile from none other than the Seeker himself.
"I was wondering" Richard started, "would you like to take a walk with me?"
The brunette was just about the answer when she heard a loud, mocking scoff, followed by the sound of an axe hitting wood. She was just about to turn around when, to both her and Richard's surprise, a much smaller hand rested on her shoulder.
"Why would she want to go on a walk with you," Cara motioned at the Seeker "when she could just stay here with me?"
The last part was empathized by the oh-so-very-Cara-like pose followed by such a seductive and hinting smile, that poking Richard in the eye would have been more subtle.
While it was entirely unexpected, Richard's unmanly escape from the situation was even more surprising, if that's possible. For a few seconds, the women looked at eachother. The silence, and the staring contest was broken by the Mord'Sith, who turned around to continue the task of chopping wood.
Kahlan's heart was pounding a million times each second. She kept her eyes on the leather clad back of the blonde, and her initial surprise of the events turned into an entirely different story in her head. It looked more like a battle between the evil Lord Rahl and Cara, the Mord'Sith in shiny red leathers (not armor, that would hide her curves) to save Kahlan, the damsel in distress from the evil prince's absurd goal to become her husband and mate.
None of that escaped the Mord'Sith's attention, however. Okay, maybe the imagination part did.
Yes, Cara was a proud woman. Proud of her conquests, of her achievements. And what Kahlan didn't know, Cara did. The Mother Confessor was already one of her conquests. This thought made Cara the proudest women possible.
Author's Note : Was that awefully wierd? Did it make you giggle, laugh or cry? *rants on for a few minutes*
Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave a review for me to get some idea about what you loved and hated. Just to poke me in the right direction, you know.
PS. : Also, I'm pretty sure this will be a series of these extremely small one shots for the sole amusement of my dear readers, if there are any. So be on the lookout for any more of this wierdness.