Author's Note: Alright you guys. I'm having fun putting weird stuff in for the lapsess, but I did change the way their thoughts appear, thay are the ones in the little * * thingies. I own Jareck, nobody else. YET.
Kel walked up to where Jareck was sitting. He leapt to his feet when he noticed her.
" Sit back down. I'm not a lady of the court. I'm just a squire."
" But any gentleman should rise in the presence of a lady."
" Yeah, OK, Whatever. Maybe where YOU'RE from, but here, I'm just one of the guys." * I could get used to this* Kel added silently.
Roald cleared his throat," Jareck , this is Keladry of MIndelan, the only Lady Squire. Kel, this is Jareck."
" Pleased to meet you Jareck." Kel said thrsting out her hand in a gesture of kindness.
Jareck clasped her hand in his own, never losing eye contact.
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*Look at him. He is just BEGGING for attention. I'm not gonna get mad. I'm not gonna get mad....... OK. I'm mad. Just let it go neal, just let it go.........*
The battle in Neal's head raged on and on through the meal. It continued on throughout the day. He just kept replaying the scene in his mind. It was driving him mad, and it reflected on what he was doing.
For the first time in 3 years, Neal gothit with the sandbag on the quintain. Kel had been avoiding him all day, or so it seemed to Neal. But when he got him, and nearly fell, her head snapped up, and her eyes held a look of tender concern for her friend.
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Kel almost ran out to the field to help Neal *What if he broke is collarbone or something?* She started to go, but the sharp look that Roald sent her stopped her. She had to be polite. And besides, she could talk to Neal later about it.
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Neal looked up, dazed from the whack he'd just recieved. * She doesn't even care about me.* Merric, Owen, and Cleon ran up to help him. Neal shrugged them off, and set off towards the place. Heart-Broken.
Kel walked up to where Jareck was sitting. He leapt to his feet when he noticed her.
" Sit back down. I'm not a lady of the court. I'm just a squire."
" But any gentleman should rise in the presence of a lady."
" Yeah, OK, Whatever. Maybe where YOU'RE from, but here, I'm just one of the guys." * I could get used to this* Kel added silently.
Roald cleared his throat," Jareck , this is Keladry of MIndelan, the only Lady Squire. Kel, this is Jareck."
" Pleased to meet you Jareck." Kel said thrsting out her hand in a gesture of kindness.
Jareck clasped her hand in his own, never losing eye contact.
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*Look at him. He is just BEGGING for attention. I'm not gonna get mad. I'm not gonna get mad....... OK. I'm mad. Just let it go neal, just let it go.........*
The battle in Neal's head raged on and on through the meal. It continued on throughout the day. He just kept replaying the scene in his mind. It was driving him mad, and it reflected on what he was doing.
For the first time in 3 years, Neal gothit with the sandbag on the quintain. Kel had been avoiding him all day, or so it seemed to Neal. But when he got him, and nearly fell, her head snapped up, and her eyes held a look of tender concern for her friend.
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Kel almost ran out to the field to help Neal *What if he broke is collarbone or something?* She started to go, but the sharp look that Roald sent her stopped her. She had to be polite. And besides, she could talk to Neal later about it.
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Neal looked up, dazed from the whack he'd just recieved. * She doesn't even care about me.* Merric, Owen, and Cleon ran up to help him. Neal shrugged them off, and set off towards the place. Heart-Broken.
