[D/C: I own none of these characters, only the plot.]
[A/N: Please review, what do you think? I'd like 15, well, at least 12 before next chapter goes up!]
Kel huddled up in the corner of the room, thinking, looking sad. Lalasa hated to see her former-mistress like this.
"Kel?" Lalasa asked, eyes worried.
"Hmm?" Kel replied, clearly elsewhere in her thoughts.
"Do something. Take your mind off it. Please. I can't stand to see you like this."
"I guess I could fight, practice, y'know."
"Imagine you're pumelling the stupid scanran that caused all this pain," Lalasa replied, "And try not to cry too much."
Kel looked up and saw even, serious eyes, with worry in them. No pity thank Mithros. Pity would have hurt.
"Yeah. You'd better get back to your dressmaking Lalasa," Kel replied, and tried to smile but failed badly.
"I will," Lalasa replied, the hint of an all-knowing smile in her eyes. What was she up to? Kel couldn't think about it now.
Putting Cleon out of her mind, Kel took her practice weapons outside to practice and take her anger out on something. After all, after her ordeal she knew she had a serious task awaiting her. She just hoped Cleon would be there with her.
*
"Poor girl," Alanna murmured to her friends, and ex-squire.
"I hope they kill the scanran that did this," Raoul replied, not taking his eyes of his jousting partner, Gary.
"Go easy Raoul," Gary protested.
"Sorry," Raoul murmured, mind clearly on the subject of Kel and Cleon.
"I don't know what happened in her ordeal, but I think it-it showed her something big," Neal said quietly, "I could tell from the look in her eyes." He sighed. "I hate to see her like this."
"We all do Nealan," Alanna replied, getting an evil glance for saying the evil word. Nealan.
"My least favourite au-"
"We know!" Alanna groaned.
"Dont call me it then!" Neal replied.
"Shurrup, meathead," Dom said, coming around the corner.
Neal scowled, then turned his back on his cousin to say to Alanna, "I hope Kel can manage without doing anything stupid."
"You're the one who does stupid things," Alanna replied, grinning wickedly at Neal.
"Yeah, yeah!" Neal said, then added, "Perhaps if we-"
"Hi. Can I practice with you?" A quiet voice asked.
"Kel! Of course!" Raoul answered, "Care to joust?"
"I dont want to die," Kel replied, and forced a smile.
Several dirt-filled, bruise covered hours later they retired to a kitchen to scrounge food, then went to bed, or to go do some other thing.
Laying in bed that night, Kel couldn't help but cry and pray to every God and Goddess she had ever heard of that he'd be alright.
As she fell asleep, her last thought was 'Goddess Bless Cleon.'
[A/N: Please review, what do you think? I'd like 15, well, at least 12 before next chapter goes up!]
Kel huddled up in the corner of the room, thinking, looking sad. Lalasa hated to see her former-mistress like this.
"Kel?" Lalasa asked, eyes worried.
"Hmm?" Kel replied, clearly elsewhere in her thoughts.
"Do something. Take your mind off it. Please. I can't stand to see you like this."
"I guess I could fight, practice, y'know."
"Imagine you're pumelling the stupid scanran that caused all this pain," Lalasa replied, "And try not to cry too much."
Kel looked up and saw even, serious eyes, with worry in them. No pity thank Mithros. Pity would have hurt.
"Yeah. You'd better get back to your dressmaking Lalasa," Kel replied, and tried to smile but failed badly.
"I will," Lalasa replied, the hint of an all-knowing smile in her eyes. What was she up to? Kel couldn't think about it now.
Putting Cleon out of her mind, Kel took her practice weapons outside to practice and take her anger out on something. After all, after her ordeal she knew she had a serious task awaiting her. She just hoped Cleon would be there with her.
*
"Poor girl," Alanna murmured to her friends, and ex-squire.
"I hope they kill the scanran that did this," Raoul replied, not taking his eyes of his jousting partner, Gary.
"Go easy Raoul," Gary protested.
"Sorry," Raoul murmured, mind clearly on the subject of Kel and Cleon.
"I don't know what happened in her ordeal, but I think it-it showed her something big," Neal said quietly, "I could tell from the look in her eyes." He sighed. "I hate to see her like this."
"We all do Nealan," Alanna replied, getting an evil glance for saying the evil word. Nealan.
"My least favourite au-"
"We know!" Alanna groaned.
"Dont call me it then!" Neal replied.
"Shurrup, meathead," Dom said, coming around the corner.
Neal scowled, then turned his back on his cousin to say to Alanna, "I hope Kel can manage without doing anything stupid."
"You're the one who does stupid things," Alanna replied, grinning wickedly at Neal.
"Yeah, yeah!" Neal said, then added, "Perhaps if we-"
"Hi. Can I practice with you?" A quiet voice asked.
"Kel! Of course!" Raoul answered, "Care to joust?"
"I dont want to die," Kel replied, and forced a smile.
Several dirt-filled, bruise covered hours later they retired to a kitchen to scrounge food, then went to bed, or to go do some other thing.
Laying in bed that night, Kel couldn't help but cry and pray to every God and Goddess she had ever heard of that he'd be alright.
As she fell asleep, her last thought was 'Goddess Bless Cleon.'
