Disclaimer: It's all Ms. Lackey's. *pout* Except maybe Kiela and Fareia, and the other people I create, but since their in Ms. Lackey's world… Oh bah. Just don't sue me.
Wow. This is the most pointless chapter of anything that I've ever written. It should get better. Really. I hope. Heh.
Lazy Nights
Smug laughter pierced the silence of the room, the only sound previous to it being the crackling fire. Kiela shrugged helplessly, letting a smirk cross her face and picked up one of the game pieces, tossing it up and down In her hand. "You've always been the intellectual one and you know it," she admitted, tossing the pawn at her friend of many years.
"And the talented one," Fareia added, shifting a hairsbreadth to avoid the flying chess piece. "Now I wouldn't go that far, Fare. Next time you're at archery practice I'd like you hear you say that," Kiela responded, sliding the pieces off of the chess board and into it's rightful container. "Ouch, you got me there, partner," the healer said with a small bout of laughter, hanging her hand to her side to invite her cat over to accompany them. The small cat contentedly obeyed, springing into her lap, immediately settling herself and purring. "Besides, you're not a guard-in-training anymore, you know." Another chess piece is chucked Fare's way, "You think a bardic talent is going to keep me from weaponry? Hah."
"What've you got for the afternoon, tomorrow? I'm free until dinner mostly. Letting me get settled in and such." Lazily stroking the cat, Fare shrugs, "Infirmary duty. Just because they finally found you'd make a good bard doesn't mean the world stops turning."
This earns a pair of puppy eyes from Kiela, "You mean I can't show off my newly discovered talent?" And a snort from the healer, "You wish." Snickersnickersnort.
Kiela grins as she stands, "Well I've got to go stumble back to my room, now." Fare wiggles her fingers in a small wave, "If you'd just come to Haven with me two years ago you'd know the palace in and out, by now, dear." With that, the door shuts and Fare is left alone.
"Hmph. Maybe it's about time to visit home, huh Slipper?" She's speaking to the cat, of course. The fluffy little grey cat simply eyes its owner, then hops down to the floor and out the door. "Don't be bringin' any dead mice in here!" The young women stands, banking her fire and crossing minute room to climb into bed, "Yes, Visiting home would be nice…"
Wow. This is the most pointless chapter of anything that I've ever written. It should get better. Really. I hope. Heh.
Lazy Nights
Smug laughter pierced the silence of the room, the only sound previous to it being the crackling fire. Kiela shrugged helplessly, letting a smirk cross her face and picked up one of the game pieces, tossing it up and down In her hand. "You've always been the intellectual one and you know it," she admitted, tossing the pawn at her friend of many years.
"And the talented one," Fareia added, shifting a hairsbreadth to avoid the flying chess piece. "Now I wouldn't go that far, Fare. Next time you're at archery practice I'd like you hear you say that," Kiela responded, sliding the pieces off of the chess board and into it's rightful container. "Ouch, you got me there, partner," the healer said with a small bout of laughter, hanging her hand to her side to invite her cat over to accompany them. The small cat contentedly obeyed, springing into her lap, immediately settling herself and purring. "Besides, you're not a guard-in-training anymore, you know." Another chess piece is chucked Fare's way, "You think a bardic talent is going to keep me from weaponry? Hah."
"What've you got for the afternoon, tomorrow? I'm free until dinner mostly. Letting me get settled in and such." Lazily stroking the cat, Fare shrugs, "Infirmary duty. Just because they finally found you'd make a good bard doesn't mean the world stops turning."
This earns a pair of puppy eyes from Kiela, "You mean I can't show off my newly discovered talent?" And a snort from the healer, "You wish." Snickersnickersnort.
Kiela grins as she stands, "Well I've got to go stumble back to my room, now." Fare wiggles her fingers in a small wave, "If you'd just come to Haven with me two years ago you'd know the palace in and out, by now, dear." With that, the door shuts and Fare is left alone.
"Hmph. Maybe it's about time to visit home, huh Slipper?" She's speaking to the cat, of course. The fluffy little grey cat simply eyes its owner, then hops down to the floor and out the door. "Don't be bringin' any dead mice in here!" The young women stands, banking her fire and crossing minute room to climb into bed, "Yes, Visiting home would be nice…"
