While At Masbolle - Chapter 11

The Mess

Summary: An account of Keladry of Mindelan's stay at Masbolle. Future KD, set after Lady Knight.

Disclaimer: Do not happen to own any of this, apart from a few of the ideas and the wording :)

Kel exhaled deeply as she sat down heavily on the wooden bench, rubbing her hands over her eyes.

For their first lesson Kel surmised, they hadn't done too badly at all; in fact, rather more enthusiastic and hard working than Kel had thought they would have been, a fact of which she was glad.

Glancing up at the soldiers sitting around her, she tried to pay attention to what they were conversing about - a feat that proved hard when her thoughts went directly back to Dom or his family. Thinking of his family however, Kel realised that she still hadn't met his father.

Although, she presumed, not many people had been to see him as he was ill, and she was no one special to the family - why should she be an exception? Kel rubbed at her temples trying to quench all the confusing thoughts that seemed to be haunting her mind, again looking up, this time at Wolset who was talking (as she had noticed, he usually was).

"Come on Rees, it'll be fun! Friendly competition," Wolset added, nudging his companion who was still scowling at him.

"We aren't here for fun Wolset," Rees spat out. "We're here to help. To work. We shouldn't have anything to distract us," he finished stubbornly, storming out of the mess hall.

"How that man ever got into the Third Company I will never know," Wolset sighed shaking his head. "No sense of fun or humour that one, for all his skill on the battlefield."

Wolset continued to rally his troops to go and ask Raoul for his little tournament (not that any of the rest of his 'troops' needed any rallying) and Kel tuned out, having heard this little speech at least five times by now, letting her thoughts drift back to Dom as she spooned mouthfuls of soup into her mouth slowly.

"Lady Kel," Wolset said, catching her attenion. "Do you think the ladies would like to get their feet dirty and take part in our little tournament? And you too of course," he asked.

Kel's eyebrows rose slightly in involantry surprise. He'd obviously seen her helping the ladies use the make shift glaives that she had found. She shook her head slightly.

"No Wolset. I doubt after a few days you'd be able to keep up with them," she replied cheerfully, to the amusement of the Own members listening.

Wolset grinned in response. "I'll take that as a yes. It'll be a week from now, so that gives your girls plenty of time. Well, hopefully in a week." With that said, the conversation veered off to teasing Danrik about the rider girl he was courting, and Kel returned her attention to her soup.