Amice's Viewpoints - Nestlings
Okay, i entered this in a contest at Steelsings, which is an awesome site, and it said , "it must be the first place your fanfic is posted", and this is the second I submitted it, even though the Steelsings deadline isn't till tomorrow, so , hehe, I might get in trouble, but I owe it to you guys, who have been reviewing- I love you Chip! *blows kisses* and anyone else who reviews.. I like reviews.. and anyway, I decided one of the.. five chars in this whole project should be a normal knight, so here ya go.
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Amice licked dry lips and rotated her arms. She waited for Alianne to come back into the pavillion nervously.
Outside she heard trumpets and laughter. Jonathan had declared a festival to be held in celebration of both planting after a hard winter and the birth of the newest prince. It had only seemed natural that Amice would want to compete against other squires in the tournament. Now she just wanted to crawl behind a rock. Had her mother ever felt like this?
Amice's thoughts were interrupted as Alianne came in, aided by the arm of Creshan of Sand River, who had only been knighted that winter. Blood showed through a bandage on one arm.
"Alianne! What happened?" she cried, horrified, as she helped her sister to sit.
"I slipped" Raoul stepped in the opening. "Alianne, are you all right? Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you. I made her agree to let you girls compete."
Amice unrolled the hasty bandage and wipe away the blood with a damp cloth. "It's not serious. You barely got her muscle, Raoul." Amice took a small jar of salve from the table that stood in the tent. "I'll have it healed and by tomorrow you'll be good as new."
"Tomorrow?" Alianne looked horrified. "I have another bout today!"
Amice shushed her. "I'll have to ask mom. I'd let you, but I'm not so sure if you have a case with her at all."
She winced as Alanna strode into the tent. "Hello, mother."
Alanna gave her a sharp glance, and then turned to her wounded daughter. As much as she was loved, Amice thought bitterly, Here it is again. Alianne goes first.
Raoul came forward. "Alanna, I-" He was cut short as Alanna whirled on him. Amice backed up a little; the Lioness was in a temper.
"Now, mom, " she began, and backed off when her mother glared.
"Now nothing. That could have been you, Amice."
"Calm down."
Amice glanced at the speaker and her heart leapt. Salvation! George would help.
It was another hour before everything settled down. Half of it had been spent persuading Alanna to let Alianne compete that day.
Amice sighed and settled down to sharpening her sword when Alanna came back in. "You compete today too."
Amice sighed. "Yeah." It came out small and sounding far-away. "I- I mean, I didn't think that you'd- that you'd remember."
Alanna took Amice's hands in hers. "Did you think I'd forget? Amice, you mean the world to me. I know you tread softly to avoid disturbing what was before you, but you have your own place in my heart. Not Alianne's, or your father's, or anyone else's."
Those words healed the lifetime of trying to fit in among the great siblings and nieces and nephews come before her, of trying to make up for being born to a mother who nearly died doing it. A tear trickled down Amice's face. Alanna wiped it away. "No need for that. Come on." she held Amice close in a hug. "It's hard seeing all my nestlings flying away on me."
Amice looked up at the lined face that had grown worn over the years. "Sometimes they'll come home. Flying is hard work."
Okay, i entered this in a contest at Steelsings, which is an awesome site, and it said , "it must be the first place your fanfic is posted", and this is the second I submitted it, even though the Steelsings deadline isn't till tomorrow, so , hehe, I might get in trouble, but I owe it to you guys, who have been reviewing- I love you Chip! *blows kisses* and anyone else who reviews.. I like reviews.. and anyway, I decided one of the.. five chars in this whole project should be a normal knight, so here ya go.
~`~`~`~`~
Amice licked dry lips and rotated her arms. She waited for Alianne to come back into the pavillion nervously.
Outside she heard trumpets and laughter. Jonathan had declared a festival to be held in celebration of both planting after a hard winter and the birth of the newest prince. It had only seemed natural that Amice would want to compete against other squires in the tournament. Now she just wanted to crawl behind a rock. Had her mother ever felt like this?
Amice's thoughts were interrupted as Alianne came in, aided by the arm of Creshan of Sand River, who had only been knighted that winter. Blood showed through a bandage on one arm.
"Alianne! What happened?" she cried, horrified, as she helped her sister to sit.
"I slipped" Raoul stepped in the opening. "Alianne, are you all right? Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you. I made her agree to let you girls compete."
Amice unrolled the hasty bandage and wipe away the blood with a damp cloth. "It's not serious. You barely got her muscle, Raoul." Amice took a small jar of salve from the table that stood in the tent. "I'll have it healed and by tomorrow you'll be good as new."
"Tomorrow?" Alianne looked horrified. "I have another bout today!"
Amice shushed her. "I'll have to ask mom. I'd let you, but I'm not so sure if you have a case with her at all."
She winced as Alanna strode into the tent. "Hello, mother."
Alanna gave her a sharp glance, and then turned to her wounded daughter. As much as she was loved, Amice thought bitterly, Here it is again. Alianne goes first.
Raoul came forward. "Alanna, I-" He was cut short as Alanna whirled on him. Amice backed up a little; the Lioness was in a temper.
"Now, mom, " she began, and backed off when her mother glared.
"Now nothing. That could have been you, Amice."
"Calm down."
Amice glanced at the speaker and her heart leapt. Salvation! George would help.
It was another hour before everything settled down. Half of it had been spent persuading Alanna to let Alianne compete that day.
Amice sighed and settled down to sharpening her sword when Alanna came back in. "You compete today too."
Amice sighed. "Yeah." It came out small and sounding far-away. "I- I mean, I didn't think that you'd- that you'd remember."
Alanna took Amice's hands in hers. "Did you think I'd forget? Amice, you mean the world to me. I know you tread softly to avoid disturbing what was before you, but you have your own place in my heart. Not Alianne's, or your father's, or anyone else's."
Those words healed the lifetime of trying to fit in among the great siblings and nieces and nephews come before her, of trying to make up for being born to a mother who nearly died doing it. A tear trickled down Amice's face. Alanna wiped it away. "No need for that. Come on." she held Amice close in a hug. "It's hard seeing all my nestlings flying away on me."
Amice looked up at the lined face that had grown worn over the years. "Sometimes they'll come home. Flying is hard work."