Which One?
Chapter two
The Question
Disclaimer: I do not possess The Protector of the Small series, written by Tamora Pierce. I disclaim all ownership of characters and/or materiel belonging to the series in question. Thank you.
'...' -thoughts "..." -dialogue
Kel stormed into her room and threw herself down on the bed as Neal stepped inside, leaving the door open. "Neal, you know that was Roald's room, didn't you? Now he's going to be mad at me. at us!" Complained a dreadfully angry Kel.
"It will be alright. Roald likes you too much to ever stay mad at you." Neal said sarcastically, or was that jealousy? "Besides, we found your room, which you must be happy about."
"Well, I guess your right." Kel said, calming down a little as she closed her eyes. Neal lay down beside her, with his head placed in just the right position that he could watch her without her knowelge. Wild thoughts of one and other raced through their minds. Kel felt someone studying her and sat bolt upright. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization that it was Neal who was staring at her. "Is something wrong, Kel? Are you ok? Neal inquired with concern clearly echoed in his voice and eyes.
"Umm... yes...no, I...the wind just blew the door shut and I forgot that I'm not in training anymore." Kel stammered.
"Oh, I didn't notice. I was lost in my thoughts." Neal said.
"What were you thinking about? Was it another court lady?" Kel ask, with a bit of scorn in her voice.
"Well, yes, in a way. Do I ever think of anything else?" Neal wanted to know.
"The gods only know, I'm sure." Kel answered exasperated.
"I was thinking about asking her to the ball tonight. Do you think she'd say yes?" Neal wondered, while he ignored Kel's previous comment.
"There's a ball? I hate balls! -but I'm sure your court sissy would say yes. They always do." Kel reassured him.
"If you hate balls so much I guess I can't ask you, not to mention, your anything but a sissy." Neal said in a quiet voice, while he sat up beside her.
"Very funny, but I'm not laughing. Don't tease, Queenscove, it's not nice!" Kel said, annoyance unmistakably ringing through her voice.
"I wasn't trying to be funny. Why can't I ask my favorite lady knight to a ball?" Neal questioned.
"Of course, I'm your favorite lady knight! You and Alanna hate each other! You can't ask me because... I... you know I hate balls and your..... you would just leave me once you caught sight of..." Kel stuttered
"Kel, you not making any sense," Neal told her.
"What I mean is, that once we got there you would probably leave me and I would have to spend the rest of the night watching the man I like dance with a bunch of air heads." Kel said as fast as she could, hoping he missed her last few words.
"Kel? Who do you like?" Demanded Neal, a slight frown crossing his mouth as he looked at her intently.
No one, forget a said that." Kel said. She didn't want to reveal that she liked him.
"Kel... Kel... Kel...we are quite close friends, right?" Neal asked which got a quick nod out of her. "Please, tell me! Come on, Kel, you tell me now!" Neal pleaded, trying to coax it out of her. Kel didn't make any sort of move to tell him. Suddenly she got a brilliant idea that would save her from telling Neal, or so she hoped. "Umm...ok Neal, what if I go to the ball with you tonight and... at the end I will tell you who it is that I have a crush on. Sound fair?" Kel compromised.
"Hmm... it certainly sounds so, but you have to promise to tell me." Neal agreed.
"Fine! If I'm going to the ball I better go see Lalasa and get a kimono made. See you tonight." Kel said and felt Neal without another word.
"See you then, my precious." (I'm sorry, but the precious thing is an inside joke I had to add.)
Thank you for read and please feel free to review. I will have chapter three up in the next couple of days. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you again.
Chapter two
The Question
Disclaimer: I do not possess The Protector of the Small series, written by Tamora Pierce. I disclaim all ownership of characters and/or materiel belonging to the series in question. Thank you.
'...' -thoughts "..." -dialogue
Kel stormed into her room and threw herself down on the bed as Neal stepped inside, leaving the door open. "Neal, you know that was Roald's room, didn't you? Now he's going to be mad at me. at us!" Complained a dreadfully angry Kel.
"It will be alright. Roald likes you too much to ever stay mad at you." Neal said sarcastically, or was that jealousy? "Besides, we found your room, which you must be happy about."
"Well, I guess your right." Kel said, calming down a little as she closed her eyes. Neal lay down beside her, with his head placed in just the right position that he could watch her without her knowelge. Wild thoughts of one and other raced through their minds. Kel felt someone studying her and sat bolt upright. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization that it was Neal who was staring at her. "Is something wrong, Kel? Are you ok? Neal inquired with concern clearly echoed in his voice and eyes.
"Umm... yes...no, I...the wind just blew the door shut and I forgot that I'm not in training anymore." Kel stammered.
"Oh, I didn't notice. I was lost in my thoughts." Neal said.
"What were you thinking about? Was it another court lady?" Kel ask, with a bit of scorn in her voice.
"Well, yes, in a way. Do I ever think of anything else?" Neal wanted to know.
"The gods only know, I'm sure." Kel answered exasperated.
"I was thinking about asking her to the ball tonight. Do you think she'd say yes?" Neal wondered, while he ignored Kel's previous comment.
"There's a ball? I hate balls! -but I'm sure your court sissy would say yes. They always do." Kel reassured him.
"If you hate balls so much I guess I can't ask you, not to mention, your anything but a sissy." Neal said in a quiet voice, while he sat up beside her.
"Very funny, but I'm not laughing. Don't tease, Queenscove, it's not nice!" Kel said, annoyance unmistakably ringing through her voice.
"I wasn't trying to be funny. Why can't I ask my favorite lady knight to a ball?" Neal questioned.
"Of course, I'm your favorite lady knight! You and Alanna hate each other! You can't ask me because... I... you know I hate balls and your..... you would just leave me once you caught sight of..." Kel stuttered
"Kel, you not making any sense," Neal told her.
"What I mean is, that once we got there you would probably leave me and I would have to spend the rest of the night watching the man I like dance with a bunch of air heads." Kel said as fast as she could, hoping he missed her last few words.
"Kel? Who do you like?" Demanded Neal, a slight frown crossing his mouth as he looked at her intently.
No one, forget a said that." Kel said. She didn't want to reveal that she liked him.
"Kel... Kel... Kel...we are quite close friends, right?" Neal asked which got a quick nod out of her. "Please, tell me! Come on, Kel, you tell me now!" Neal pleaded, trying to coax it out of her. Kel didn't make any sort of move to tell him. Suddenly she got a brilliant idea that would save her from telling Neal, or so she hoped. "Umm...ok Neal, what if I go to the ball with you tonight and... at the end I will tell you who it is that I have a crush on. Sound fair?" Kel compromised.
"Hmm... it certainly sounds so, but you have to promise to tell me." Neal agreed.
"Fine! If I'm going to the ball I better go see Lalasa and get a kimono made. See you tonight." Kel said and felt Neal without another word.
"See you then, my precious." (I'm sorry, but the precious thing is an inside joke I had to add.)
Thank you for read and please feel free to review. I will have chapter three up in the next couple of days. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you again.