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You may have noticed that Timinoe is not as evil now. I decided that didn't
fit his personality too well, so forgive me!
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WISH YOU WERE HERE PRT 1
BY: MOI, WAZZUP GIRL
Kel walked along the stairs of Balors Needle, not noticing how far up she was. She had always hated the place, but it was a place where no one went, and that's exactly what she needed at the moment. A few moments peace would hardly cure her restlessness, but at least it would be better then sitting in her chambers broding.
As she reached the top she looked around, remembering how just months ago she had saved Lalasa and Jump, which caused her to miss her end of the year tests. Lord Wyldon had let her make them up, but it made her feel different, a feeling she loathed almost as much as Joren and his croonies.
Kel sighed heavily as the sun started to rise, bringing upon the first day of her years as a squire. As a squire it was her duty to serve a knight master, keeping his equipment in shape and joining him on adventures. The night before she had been approached by a young soldier, who she had seen on the practice courts a few days before. He had introduced himself as Timinoe, before asking her to serve as his squire. Her first trip would begin in but a few hours time, and this was her only time to say goodbye to her friends. But on the way to their corridor, she found she would rather not confront them so soon, and instead had retreated to the ironic safety of Balors Needle. She knew she should have told them she was leaving as soon as she had found out, and she had honestly meant to during their study meeting, but apparently Neal had abandoned all sense of judgement in the wake of the new Yamani princess rumored to be arriving.
**********The Night Before************
Kel gathered her books wearily, usurprisingly exhasted at the afternoons practices. Peachblossom had been more ironry then ever, most likely owing the new stallion that had arrived that morning, whos owner had insisted upon the stall neighboring Peachblossoms. She could handle a few bruised bones, but it seemed like that horse was trying to kill her. After, lessons had been exceedingly boring, giving her muscles time to cramp up. Add a large load of battle strategies she meant to study, and you had a sufficently ruined day.
Every bone in her body screamed in protest as she found her self skidding to a halt to avoid collision with a rather tall young man. He smiled dashingly at her before they bowed in greeting. His pale gold hair framed his hazel eyes nicely, though a thin scar ran across on eyelid.
"Hullo!" he greeted her merrily. "Timinoe, master knight at your service!"
Kel bowed once more, "Keladry of Mindelin."
Timinoe looked her up and down, his crisp, white smile never reaching his eyes. "Yes, yes…" he muttered. "So I see."
Kel stiffened, debating whether or not to make an escape right then, then decided that such actions would be quite rude and rather difficult to explain. She briefly wondered why she was suddenly so uncomfortable, before realizing he was staring as if expecting an answer from her.
"Excuse me, sir." She apoligized. "I seem to have misheard you."
Timinoe's smile looked a bit more forced, but he repeated himself. "Would you like to be my squire?" Obviously misinterpretting the look on her face he hurried on. "I've seen you on the practice courts, and your quite good, though perhaps you can use a little work on your left arm jousting, though I've never been much of a jouster myself. In fact my uncle said I looked like a pig holding a toothpick whenever I'm on a horse and…"
"Yes!" Kel blurted out, so shocked at the offer she had no time to notice she had interrupted the man.
Timinoe looked surprised. "To what?" he asked. "That you'll be my squire or that I look like a pig?"
Kel resisted the urge to blush. "The first one, my lord."
He gave her a large smile before clapping her merrily on the back. "Good! Good! We leave tomorrow after lunch!"
He practically skipped down the hallway as he left, and it took as long for Kel to regain her senses. "If I may ask my lords feif?" she called after him.
Timinoe pointed to the gray on his tunic. "Stone Mountain!" he yelled backover his shoulder, "Timinoe of Stone Mountain!"
Kel went numb.
Everyone had met in the library as usual, or at least Neal, Owen and she did, everyone else was away. Cleon was with his knight master, Seaver and Faleron were paying off punishment work, Mericc was teaching Owens younger brothers how to joust, and Esmond and Price Roald were out riding, so she supposed she had to depend on word of mouth for them to hear. Thankfully the two had not been there long, as Owen had his book open and was flipping through frantically, while Neal stared at his like it had grown warts.
"Neal, Owen…" she started, but Neal, not noticing her presense, interrupted her.
"Mithros Shield," he breathed, reading Owens page upside down "did you know that in the Concuratiods War over 50,000 people died? And over half were women?"
Kel could feel tears in her eyes, and silently cursed her monthlies. Why of all days did she have to get all emotional? Trying in vain to find her Yamani mask, she was not quick enough to sheild her tears from Owen.
"Here's something even more amazing!" he burst out, "Kels about to cry!"
This wasn't nearly enough to draw Neals attention, which she noticed had become very fixated on the court lady that had just walked through the library door. "Go figure," he said, half thinking "girls always cry at the stupidest things."
Kel was shocked, but not so much as Owen, who seemed to be wondering whether or not he should leave immediately. "Excuse me?" she asked, making sure to keep her voice steady. "What makes you think I am crying over some stupid thing? I could have a very good reason to cry!" Kel silently prayed he wouldn't ask what it was, as she hardly wanted to explain monthlies to her current cush.
Neal didn't tear his eyes away from the blonde beauty, "Yeah, I think you broke a nail!"
"I don't think you should keep talking Neal," warned Owen, but Neal paid no attention to either of them.
Kel gave him a disgusted look, "That was an extremely sexist thing to say, Neal." Neal simply shrugged and began to recite bad poetry to the girls back.
"uh oh" whispered Owen, who was slowly backing toward the door, "this is gonna get ugly."
Suddenly all of the days frustration came flying out of her head, or rather, her fist. She punched him on the shoulder, a lot harder then meant, but she had to admit the crunch gave her a bit of satisfaction. At least Neal was no longer looking at the court lady.
Kel gazed at him evenly, "Apoligize for your disrespect for every female being on the planet."
Now it seemed it was Kel who had sprouted warts, "No." When she made no response, he returned to the blonde bimbo, who was now looking at a book upside down. "Just because you're a female knight doesn't mean you're a lady or anything. You don't even wear dresses. Don't get jealous or anything."
Kel looked at him in shock, before picking up her books and fleeing from the library, brushing past a very confused Owen.
***********present day***********
The bell for first classes rang, a loud and obnoxious noise even from so high a perch as hers. It signaled that she had better hurry if she wanted to finish packing, and clean the gear before they left.
Kel sighed and started the long descent to the ground.
**********An hour later**********
Kel slowly climbed up onto Peachblossem, who knickered in disgust at all the weight from her baggage.
"Oh stuff it," said Kel quietly. "This was hardly my idea. Why don't you bite Joren?"
She had a feeling that Peachblossem would have given her a very nasty landing if Timinoe had not arrived, looking strangely smug. Somehow that aggravated Kel far more than her horses bullishness.
"Coming!" said Kel, before muttering, "but did we have to leave right after lunch?" The food she had managed to bite down during lunch was fighting its way back up, not grateful for the climb.
"What's the matter? Your delicate stomach can't bear to have to leave on a full stomach?" said a joking Timinoe. "Oh, and By the way, My little brother and one of his friends will be accompanying us on our little 'trip'. I believe you know them quite well "
Joren and Vinson rode up on their horses, smirking. Suddenly she knew why Joren had made the extra effort to appear extra polite the year before. If something happened to her, no one would suspect one of her "friends."
"Your not serious," said Kel, unable to help herself. "You can not be serious!"
"Oh, I'm afraid he's very serious lump," snarled Joren, leaning in close from his saddle. "And if we complain once about you to Timinoe, you will wish you had never come on this trip."
"Too late," said Kel, quietly as he rode off. She resisted the urge to lift her hands to the sky and shout, "Can my life be any worse?" If it could, she didn't know how.
Vinson growled while he grinned and leaned close to Kel."Your in for a LONG year Lump," he whispered, before turning back to Timinoe, "we're ready to go sir!"
"Head out!!" shouted Timinoe, taking the lead, and was followed by Joren, and then Vinson. Their ponies formed a tight line, leaving Kel to the back, PeachBlossems least favorite spot. Kel turned back to take a last look at the city.
"goodbye everyone, I'll miss you, forever and always." She whispered, before galloping to catch up with the rest.
Disclaimer for entire fic: If you recognize it, its not mine.
WISH YOU WERE HERE PRT 1
BY: MOI, WAZZUP GIRL
Kel walked along the stairs of Balors Needle, not noticing how far up she was. She had always hated the place, but it was a place where no one went, and that's exactly what she needed at the moment. A few moments peace would hardly cure her restlessness, but at least it would be better then sitting in her chambers broding.
As she reached the top she looked around, remembering how just months ago she had saved Lalasa and Jump, which caused her to miss her end of the year tests. Lord Wyldon had let her make them up, but it made her feel different, a feeling she loathed almost as much as Joren and his croonies.
Kel sighed heavily as the sun started to rise, bringing upon the first day of her years as a squire. As a squire it was her duty to serve a knight master, keeping his equipment in shape and joining him on adventures. The night before she had been approached by a young soldier, who she had seen on the practice courts a few days before. He had introduced himself as Timinoe, before asking her to serve as his squire. Her first trip would begin in but a few hours time, and this was her only time to say goodbye to her friends. But on the way to their corridor, she found she would rather not confront them so soon, and instead had retreated to the ironic safety of Balors Needle. She knew she should have told them she was leaving as soon as she had found out, and she had honestly meant to during their study meeting, but apparently Neal had abandoned all sense of judgement in the wake of the new Yamani princess rumored to be arriving.
**********The Night Before************
Kel gathered her books wearily, usurprisingly exhasted at the afternoons practices. Peachblossom had been more ironry then ever, most likely owing the new stallion that had arrived that morning, whos owner had insisted upon the stall neighboring Peachblossoms. She could handle a few bruised bones, but it seemed like that horse was trying to kill her. After, lessons had been exceedingly boring, giving her muscles time to cramp up. Add a large load of battle strategies she meant to study, and you had a sufficently ruined day.
Every bone in her body screamed in protest as she found her self skidding to a halt to avoid collision with a rather tall young man. He smiled dashingly at her before they bowed in greeting. His pale gold hair framed his hazel eyes nicely, though a thin scar ran across on eyelid.
"Hullo!" he greeted her merrily. "Timinoe, master knight at your service!"
Kel bowed once more, "Keladry of Mindelin."
Timinoe looked her up and down, his crisp, white smile never reaching his eyes. "Yes, yes…" he muttered. "So I see."
Kel stiffened, debating whether or not to make an escape right then, then decided that such actions would be quite rude and rather difficult to explain. She briefly wondered why she was suddenly so uncomfortable, before realizing he was staring as if expecting an answer from her.
"Excuse me, sir." She apoligized. "I seem to have misheard you."
Timinoe's smile looked a bit more forced, but he repeated himself. "Would you like to be my squire?" Obviously misinterpretting the look on her face he hurried on. "I've seen you on the practice courts, and your quite good, though perhaps you can use a little work on your left arm jousting, though I've never been much of a jouster myself. In fact my uncle said I looked like a pig holding a toothpick whenever I'm on a horse and…"
"Yes!" Kel blurted out, so shocked at the offer she had no time to notice she had interrupted the man.
Timinoe looked surprised. "To what?" he asked. "That you'll be my squire or that I look like a pig?"
Kel resisted the urge to blush. "The first one, my lord."
He gave her a large smile before clapping her merrily on the back. "Good! Good! We leave tomorrow after lunch!"
He practically skipped down the hallway as he left, and it took as long for Kel to regain her senses. "If I may ask my lords feif?" she called after him.
Timinoe pointed to the gray on his tunic. "Stone Mountain!" he yelled backover his shoulder, "Timinoe of Stone Mountain!"
Kel went numb.
Everyone had met in the library as usual, or at least Neal, Owen and she did, everyone else was away. Cleon was with his knight master, Seaver and Faleron were paying off punishment work, Mericc was teaching Owens younger brothers how to joust, and Esmond and Price Roald were out riding, so she supposed she had to depend on word of mouth for them to hear. Thankfully the two had not been there long, as Owen had his book open and was flipping through frantically, while Neal stared at his like it had grown warts.
"Neal, Owen…" she started, but Neal, not noticing her presense, interrupted her.
"Mithros Shield," he breathed, reading Owens page upside down "did you know that in the Concuratiods War over 50,000 people died? And over half were women?"
Kel could feel tears in her eyes, and silently cursed her monthlies. Why of all days did she have to get all emotional? Trying in vain to find her Yamani mask, she was not quick enough to sheild her tears from Owen.
"Here's something even more amazing!" he burst out, "Kels about to cry!"
This wasn't nearly enough to draw Neals attention, which she noticed had become very fixated on the court lady that had just walked through the library door. "Go figure," he said, half thinking "girls always cry at the stupidest things."
Kel was shocked, but not so much as Owen, who seemed to be wondering whether or not he should leave immediately. "Excuse me?" she asked, making sure to keep her voice steady. "What makes you think I am crying over some stupid thing? I could have a very good reason to cry!" Kel silently prayed he wouldn't ask what it was, as she hardly wanted to explain monthlies to her current cush.
Neal didn't tear his eyes away from the blonde beauty, "Yeah, I think you broke a nail!"
"I don't think you should keep talking Neal," warned Owen, but Neal paid no attention to either of them.
Kel gave him a disgusted look, "That was an extremely sexist thing to say, Neal." Neal simply shrugged and began to recite bad poetry to the girls back.
"uh oh" whispered Owen, who was slowly backing toward the door, "this is gonna get ugly."
Suddenly all of the days frustration came flying out of her head, or rather, her fist. She punched him on the shoulder, a lot harder then meant, but she had to admit the crunch gave her a bit of satisfaction. At least Neal was no longer looking at the court lady.
Kel gazed at him evenly, "Apoligize for your disrespect for every female being on the planet."
Now it seemed it was Kel who had sprouted warts, "No." When she made no response, he returned to the blonde bimbo, who was now looking at a book upside down. "Just because you're a female knight doesn't mean you're a lady or anything. You don't even wear dresses. Don't get jealous or anything."
Kel looked at him in shock, before picking up her books and fleeing from the library, brushing past a very confused Owen.
***********present day***********
The bell for first classes rang, a loud and obnoxious noise even from so high a perch as hers. It signaled that she had better hurry if she wanted to finish packing, and clean the gear before they left.
Kel sighed and started the long descent to the ground.
**********An hour later**********
Kel slowly climbed up onto Peachblossem, who knickered in disgust at all the weight from her baggage.
"Oh stuff it," said Kel quietly. "This was hardly my idea. Why don't you bite Joren?"
She had a feeling that Peachblossem would have given her a very nasty landing if Timinoe had not arrived, looking strangely smug. Somehow that aggravated Kel far more than her horses bullishness.
"Coming!" said Kel, before muttering, "but did we have to leave right after lunch?" The food she had managed to bite down during lunch was fighting its way back up, not grateful for the climb.
"What's the matter? Your delicate stomach can't bear to have to leave on a full stomach?" said a joking Timinoe. "Oh, and By the way, My little brother and one of his friends will be accompanying us on our little 'trip'. I believe you know them quite well "
Joren and Vinson rode up on their horses, smirking. Suddenly she knew why Joren had made the extra effort to appear extra polite the year before. If something happened to her, no one would suspect one of her "friends."
"Your not serious," said Kel, unable to help herself. "You can not be serious!"
"Oh, I'm afraid he's very serious lump," snarled Joren, leaning in close from his saddle. "And if we complain once about you to Timinoe, you will wish you had never come on this trip."
"Too late," said Kel, quietly as he rode off. She resisted the urge to lift her hands to the sky and shout, "Can my life be any worse?" If it could, she didn't know how.
Vinson growled while he grinned and leaned close to Kel."Your in for a LONG year Lump," he whispered, before turning back to Timinoe, "we're ready to go sir!"
"Head out!!" shouted Timinoe, taking the lead, and was followed by Joren, and then Vinson. Their ponies formed a tight line, leaving Kel to the back, PeachBlossems least favorite spot. Kel turned back to take a last look at the city.
"goodbye everyone, I'll miss you, forever and always." She whispered, before galloping to catch up with the rest.