Tortallan Spies
Episode 2: Those Gorgeous Blondes
By Dragon Stone
Note: Tortallan Spies, a remake of my original piece from 1999, is based in an alternate universe set in a time much like ours. Tamora Pierce's characters are, of course, copyrighted to Tamora Pierce. Rated PG-13 for swearing, sexual implications, and adult themes.
Kel sat the blue duffle bag at her feet and surveyed the lobby for her new partner. Though she really hadn't a clue what he looked like. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought. A slight blush of frustration rose to her cheeks as she scolded herself. When around authority her mind always went blank and she often found herself blubbering when asked a question or delivering a report. She was blatantly thankful when Wyldon gave her an order and told her to shove off.
People were bustling in and out of the lobby. There was a short line at the reception desk and several people were perched on the indoor benches eating their lunches. As she watched a young woman take a bite into her cheeseburger, Kel felt her stomach rumble. Perhaps she should've eaten lunch, but she didn't want to be late.
Fretting and lost in thought she didn't catch sight of the blonde who came in through the revolving doors. Although he caught the eye of several female officers who were now giggling loudly and whispering to their friends.
"Wow, he's gorgeous," said one girl, who was reasonably close to Kel. Her two friends nodded and giggled obnoxiously. This broke Kel away from her thoughts and she risked a glance at the subject of adoration.
The young man was VERY gorgeous. Not that Kel was one to often judge appearance. His blonde shoulder-length hair was tied back in a pony tail with several pieces escaping from their confines. He was broad-shouldered, lean and did not seem the type of man to sport a six pack, but did have rather defined biceps.
Dressed in black, it added to the drama his form already provided. A scowl was placed upon his face as he looked aimlessly around the room. Oh god, I hope that's not my partner. Please, Goddess, I'll do anything, Kel pleaded. The Gods weren't feeling very merciful though.
The stranger's eyes settled on the duffle bag at her feet. They made eye- contact and at once Kel knew automatically that he was her new partner. This was Joren Stone. He fit the description of an operative: young and sort of austere looking. Her mind filled with dread and anxiousness.
Kel watched numbly as he took long, quick strides towards her. Up close, he was even more breath-taking. However, it was not because of his looks, but because of the holier-than-thou air that surrounded him.
"Are you Keladry Mindelan?" he asked bluntly. His voice was low, sharp and irritated. His piercing blue eyes and burrowed brow made it very clear that he did not want to be there.
A sudden heavy urge to burrow fifty feet underground and hide struck Kel.
"Y-yes. And y-you're Joren S-stone, I'm assuming?" she stuttered. He crossed his arms and threw her a but-of-course look. Wyldon no longer seem all that intimidating anymore. Compared to her new partner, Wyldon was just about as scary as a baby kitten.
"Ready to go? We haven't got much time to waste standing around," He gestured toward her bag. Kel nodded slowly and then hitched her bag up onto her shoulder. He rolled his eyes and said, "Follow me."
And she did.
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Author's Note: Two people have demanded that I write another installment to this story. Here it is. I do not promise it to be very good, because I haven't written anything but poetry for the past year or so. It is also NOT edited, so forgive me for any misspellings or grammatical errors.
If you want more, keep pestering (better known as reviewing)!
Dragon
Episode 2: Those Gorgeous Blondes
By Dragon Stone
Note: Tortallan Spies, a remake of my original piece from 1999, is based in an alternate universe set in a time much like ours. Tamora Pierce's characters are, of course, copyrighted to Tamora Pierce. Rated PG-13 for swearing, sexual implications, and adult themes.
Kel sat the blue duffle bag at her feet and surveyed the lobby for her new partner. Though she really hadn't a clue what he looked like. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought. A slight blush of frustration rose to her cheeks as she scolded herself. When around authority her mind always went blank and she often found herself blubbering when asked a question or delivering a report. She was blatantly thankful when Wyldon gave her an order and told her to shove off.
People were bustling in and out of the lobby. There was a short line at the reception desk and several people were perched on the indoor benches eating their lunches. As she watched a young woman take a bite into her cheeseburger, Kel felt her stomach rumble. Perhaps she should've eaten lunch, but she didn't want to be late.
Fretting and lost in thought she didn't catch sight of the blonde who came in through the revolving doors. Although he caught the eye of several female officers who were now giggling loudly and whispering to their friends.
"Wow, he's gorgeous," said one girl, who was reasonably close to Kel. Her two friends nodded and giggled obnoxiously. This broke Kel away from her thoughts and she risked a glance at the subject of adoration.
The young man was VERY gorgeous. Not that Kel was one to often judge appearance. His blonde shoulder-length hair was tied back in a pony tail with several pieces escaping from their confines. He was broad-shouldered, lean and did not seem the type of man to sport a six pack, but did have rather defined biceps.
Dressed in black, it added to the drama his form already provided. A scowl was placed upon his face as he looked aimlessly around the room. Oh god, I hope that's not my partner. Please, Goddess, I'll do anything, Kel pleaded. The Gods weren't feeling very merciful though.
The stranger's eyes settled on the duffle bag at her feet. They made eye- contact and at once Kel knew automatically that he was her new partner. This was Joren Stone. He fit the description of an operative: young and sort of austere looking. Her mind filled with dread and anxiousness.
Kel watched numbly as he took long, quick strides towards her. Up close, he was even more breath-taking. However, it was not because of his looks, but because of the holier-than-thou air that surrounded him.
"Are you Keladry Mindelan?" he asked bluntly. His voice was low, sharp and irritated. His piercing blue eyes and burrowed brow made it very clear that he did not want to be there.
A sudden heavy urge to burrow fifty feet underground and hide struck Kel.
"Y-yes. And y-you're Joren S-stone, I'm assuming?" she stuttered. He crossed his arms and threw her a but-of-course look. Wyldon no longer seem all that intimidating anymore. Compared to her new partner, Wyldon was just about as scary as a baby kitten.
"Ready to go? We haven't got much time to waste standing around," He gestured toward her bag. Kel nodded slowly and then hitched her bag up onto her shoulder. He rolled his eyes and said, "Follow me."
And she did.
---
Author's Note: Two people have demanded that I write another installment to this story. Here it is. I do not promise it to be very good, because I haven't written anything but poetry for the past year or so. It is also NOT edited, so forgive me for any misspellings or grammatical errors.
If you want more, keep pestering (better known as reviewing)!
Dragon