This is a plotless bit of something. Heralds and Companions belong to
Mercedes Lackey. Not me. Monty Python and the Holy Grail belongs to Monty
Python. Not me.
Muse responsible: None of them. It was a plot bunny. However, Krathnae helped me give it some sort of semblance of a plot. Ish. Not really. Re- uploaded cause of techno errors.
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Hethe sighed. "So, will you carry me or not?"
His Companion, Lesa, replied sternly, :No. You Heralds, always assuming we'll carry you around. We aren't appreciated enough.:
"But-"
:I. Said. No.:
Hethe sighed again. What was he to do?
A ridiculous image penetrated his mind; a man pretending to ride a horse while a servant banged two pieces of wood together behind him. (AN: I don't think Velgarth has coconuts.)
Hethe sighed yet again. What other options were there? :STOP SIGHING!: demanded Lesa. :You sigh too much!:
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The village of Wheatwater stared as a dusty Herald came bounding into their village, holding his hand in front of him. Behind him, a bemused-looking girl in Grays chimed two pieces of silver together. The village stared as the Herald pretended to rein in his "Companion," and went about his Heraldic duties, as a Companion rolled in the grass behind him. Was it their imaginations, or was she laughing?
Hethe had never been so humiliated in his life. What was this going to do for the Heraldic image?
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However, things were worse down on the border between Karse and Valdemar. Herald-Courier Toma used every inch of height she had-which wasn't much-to try to stare down her Companion, Meke. "We NEED to get that message to Haven!" she shouted.
:It isn't vital. You Heralds, always assuming we'll carry you. We're under-appreciated!: replied Meke.
An image flashed into Toma's mind. A man bounced along, his hand bouncing in front, while a servant banged two pieces of wood together to imitate hooves. What else was she to do?
A few minutes later, Toma was "galloping" as fast as she could go up the road, a Guard behind her, chiming two pieces of silver together. Behind them, Meke walked lazily, snickering.
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Meke chuckled inside his mind. This was working out great! One of the Companions, after being reborn, told of a "movie" they'd seen in the Havens, (AN: aka Bermuda) about people pretending to ride horses. Once they combined that with how their Heralds assumed that their Companions would always carry them, they'd hatched a plan-for fun. If the message had been truly urgent, Meke would have of course carried Toma. Meke had to stop and do as loud a "laugh" as he could when Toma leapt over a log. This was great!
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This is me again! Fireblade! Yeah, this is sorta plotless...should I continue? Probably not. Good for a laugh, though, I think! Once you've reviewed, *makes puppy eyes* could you go read Hindsight is Ever Perfect and Of the Clans No Longer? They're suffering from lack of reviews! Please? Thankees!
~Fireblade, random plot bunny, and muses
Muse responsible: None of them. It was a plot bunny. However, Krathnae helped me give it some sort of semblance of a plot. Ish. Not really. Re- uploaded cause of techno errors.
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Hethe sighed. "So, will you carry me or not?"
His Companion, Lesa, replied sternly, :No. You Heralds, always assuming we'll carry you around. We aren't appreciated enough.:
"But-"
:I. Said. No.:
Hethe sighed again. What was he to do?
A ridiculous image penetrated his mind; a man pretending to ride a horse while a servant banged two pieces of wood together behind him. (AN: I don't think Velgarth has coconuts.)
Hethe sighed yet again. What other options were there? :STOP SIGHING!: demanded Lesa. :You sigh too much!:
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The village of Wheatwater stared as a dusty Herald came bounding into their village, holding his hand in front of him. Behind him, a bemused-looking girl in Grays chimed two pieces of silver together. The village stared as the Herald pretended to rein in his "Companion," and went about his Heraldic duties, as a Companion rolled in the grass behind him. Was it their imaginations, or was she laughing?
Hethe had never been so humiliated in his life. What was this going to do for the Heraldic image?
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However, things were worse down on the border between Karse and Valdemar. Herald-Courier Toma used every inch of height she had-which wasn't much-to try to stare down her Companion, Meke. "We NEED to get that message to Haven!" she shouted.
:It isn't vital. You Heralds, always assuming we'll carry you. We're under-appreciated!: replied Meke.
An image flashed into Toma's mind. A man bounced along, his hand bouncing in front, while a servant banged two pieces of wood together to imitate hooves. What else was she to do?
A few minutes later, Toma was "galloping" as fast as she could go up the road, a Guard behind her, chiming two pieces of silver together. Behind them, Meke walked lazily, snickering.
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Meke chuckled inside his mind. This was working out great! One of the Companions, after being reborn, told of a "movie" they'd seen in the Havens, (AN: aka Bermuda) about people pretending to ride horses. Once they combined that with how their Heralds assumed that their Companions would always carry them, they'd hatched a plan-for fun. If the message had been truly urgent, Meke would have of course carried Toma. Meke had to stop and do as loud a "laugh" as he could when Toma leapt over a log. This was great!
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This is me again! Fireblade! Yeah, this is sorta plotless...should I continue? Probably not. Good for a laugh, though, I think! Once you've reviewed, *makes puppy eyes* could you go read Hindsight is Ever Perfect and Of the Clans No Longer? They're suffering from lack of reviews! Please? Thankees!
~Fireblade, random plot bunny, and muses