What is to Come
C: Forgot to say I don't own Tortall, or the Eastern Lands, or the Doi! But I do own the characters!!! Yay!!!
Ch.2
Kreten had his Knight Master's saddlebags packed and waiting when Wesley and Mirala arrived in the stable the morning after. Mirala was exhausted, while Wesley was happy and chipper as he told his Squire Kreten to bring Mirala's horse around. Mirala just growled at her horse…and Wesley.
"Come, come my dear. You wanted to be off soon."
Mirala got one her horse resignedly. "Don't. Call. Me. Dear." She growled.
"Yes dearest." He smiled at her from his own horse, and before she could reply, took off.
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The day was extremely hot and humid, and it didn't help much that they were in the middle of the Great Southern Desert. Wisps of Mirala's long black hair kept falling across her face.
"I'll never understand why you don't just cut it, it'd save you a lot of trouble." Wesley laughed as she blew a strand of hair away. Mirala looked down at her waist length hair, bound in one long braid and sighed.
"I suppose its reminds people I'm a woman."
Wesley snorted, "Of course you're a woman, how could anyone forget, you tell at least 3 people every day."
Mirala just glared at him with her sapphire blue eyes. Wesley stared calmly back at her with his hazel ones.
"Besides," Wesley continued, "You're too beautiful to be regarded as a man, no matter how knightly you get."
Tired of this conversation, she just smiled and turned away.
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A couple nights later they camped 3 miles from the Southern Wall, where the Doi tribesmen lived. They were looking for a particular tribe in particular: the Eagle Eye. The Eagle Eye tribe was known to possess some of the greatest seers in all the Eastern Lands. They were also the largest tribe, and if they made peace with them, other Doi tribes might make peace as well.
It was Mirala's turn to cook. She was horrible at it; she didn't have an ounce of patience. The food was always either uncooked or burnt.
Tonight I'll do it right. She thought as she glanced at Wesley. His light brown hair fell across one of his eyes as he read "Doi-People of the Sight". His long neck curved over the book as his hazel eyes flashed across the pages. From here Mirala could almost see the specks of green in his slightly slanting eyes. He was handsome after all; she couldn't help but think so. And he was nice, thoughtful, teasing sometimes, but a great kisser… among other things.
Mirala shook her head as Kreten yelped and jumped up at the soup, which was boiling over. Wesley looked up from his book at Mirala. Mirala gave him a "look" and got up to help Kreten.
She couldn't think about him, she'd given him up a long time ago. Lady knights rarely took husbands, but many lovers came and went. Wesley had just been her lover… for a while. Nothing more…
C: Forgot to say I don't own Tortall, or the Eastern Lands, or the Doi! But I do own the characters!!! Yay!!!
Ch.2
Kreten had his Knight Master's saddlebags packed and waiting when Wesley and Mirala arrived in the stable the morning after. Mirala was exhausted, while Wesley was happy and chipper as he told his Squire Kreten to bring Mirala's horse around. Mirala just growled at her horse…and Wesley.
"Come, come my dear. You wanted to be off soon."
Mirala got one her horse resignedly. "Don't. Call. Me. Dear." She growled.
"Yes dearest." He smiled at her from his own horse, and before she could reply, took off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The day was extremely hot and humid, and it didn't help much that they were in the middle of the Great Southern Desert. Wisps of Mirala's long black hair kept falling across her face.
"I'll never understand why you don't just cut it, it'd save you a lot of trouble." Wesley laughed as she blew a strand of hair away. Mirala looked down at her waist length hair, bound in one long braid and sighed.
"I suppose its reminds people I'm a woman."
Wesley snorted, "Of course you're a woman, how could anyone forget, you tell at least 3 people every day."
Mirala just glared at him with her sapphire blue eyes. Wesley stared calmly back at her with his hazel ones.
"Besides," Wesley continued, "You're too beautiful to be regarded as a man, no matter how knightly you get."
Tired of this conversation, she just smiled and turned away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A couple nights later they camped 3 miles from the Southern Wall, where the Doi tribesmen lived. They were looking for a particular tribe in particular: the Eagle Eye. The Eagle Eye tribe was known to possess some of the greatest seers in all the Eastern Lands. They were also the largest tribe, and if they made peace with them, other Doi tribes might make peace as well.
It was Mirala's turn to cook. She was horrible at it; she didn't have an ounce of patience. The food was always either uncooked or burnt.
Tonight I'll do it right. She thought as she glanced at Wesley. His light brown hair fell across one of his eyes as he read "Doi-People of the Sight". His long neck curved over the book as his hazel eyes flashed across the pages. From here Mirala could almost see the specks of green in his slightly slanting eyes. He was handsome after all; she couldn't help but think so. And he was nice, thoughtful, teasing sometimes, but a great kisser… among other things.
Mirala shook her head as Kreten yelped and jumped up at the soup, which was boiling over. Wesley looked up from his book at Mirala. Mirala gave him a "look" and got up to help Kreten.
She couldn't think about him, she'd given him up a long time ago. Lady knights rarely took husbands, but many lovers came and went. Wesley had just been her lover… for a while. Nothing more…