1 I am soooooooo sorry I haven't added much. Please forgive me.
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3 Lady Alanna of Naxen- Chapter 3
Challenges
"Right then. First stop is my rooms so I can get changed into practice clothes and then down to the practice courts."
Gary's jaw dropped open. He thought Alanna was a lady, not a tough tomboy. Jon seemed to have the same reaction. Thom grinned at his friends; he had been expecting it all along. Alanna stared expectantly, her eyes giving away her amusement.
"Well?" she asked, "Are you coming or not." She tapped her foot on the floor impatiently.
Gary came back to earth suddenly.
"Of-of course. Right this way." He led the group to the visitors wing and himself, Thom and Jon waited outside as Alanna changed. Nothing could hide the smile on Thom's face as he watched his friend amazement at his sister's bluntness.
"I told you not to expect a proper damsel. Is it my fault that you didn't listen?"
Jon and Gary glared at the younger squire, while thoughts ran through they're heads. Never had either of them met a lady so straightforward. Jon was thinking of how her beauty and now her bluntness made him more attracted to her.
Thom ignored the look that his friends gave him and carried on. "Well, what do you think of her?"
"She's …… different. Very pretty but a bit, well, strange. Like you said, not what we were expecting," replied Jon.
"Who's not what you expected?" The three men spun round to reveal Alanna, leaning on he doorway. She looked amused. Boy, she changes quickly, thought Jon.
"You are," was Thom's reply, ignoring the pain as Gary elbowed him in the stomach.
She grinned at them and then said, "Well, are we going to the practice courts or what?" Gary quickly led the way.
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During the whole trip to the practice courts all Jon could think about was the way Alanna looked. (Can anyone think of a nickname for Alanna? I'm getting tired of having to keep writing it out in full.) Even in a plain white shirt and woollen breeches she looked wonderful. Her flawless, curved body filled the clothes perfectly. Her hair was tied back in a rough bun and a few stray strands framed her face. He longed to brush them back for her.
They walked into a spare practice court and she drew the sword she had belted round her waist. Its hilt was solid silver studded with a mixture of amethyst and sapphire stones. The actual blade looked razor sharp and was polished to shine.
"Who gave you that?" asked the aghast Thom. His companions had to agree. The sword looked like the finest any of them had laid their eyes on.
"Oh. Just a friend I made. He owed me a favour and so he gave me this." Alanna shrugged, as if it was nothing.
"Must have been a pretty big favour," muttered Gary under his breath. Jon heard and grinned at his cousin before turning his attention back to Alanna.
"What's it called?" he asked curiously.
"Night," (Knight, get it. Sorry, sad joke) she said, her eyes flashing with pride. "Come on brother, lets see if you have improved at all."
Thom frowned at his sister and took up the challenge. The both got in fighting stance and Alanna whispered, "Ready, steady go!"
Thom made the first move, lunging forward. Alanna brought up her sword and blocked to move and then, sliding the sword down she hooked the tip of her sword by the hilt of her brother and pulled upwards. The sword flew up and clattered down on the ground next to Gary. While Thom was staring at his empty hand, Alanna slid her sword up the base of her brothers chin and whispered, "Yield, bro."
"I yield," he replied and relaxed as she let him free. As he went to pick up his sword he heard his sister ask if Jon or Gary wanted a go. He looked up to see Gary take a protective step away. He smiled.
"I see you haven't changed one bit, sister dear." She grinned at her brother and then turned as Jon said,
"I will give you a go."
I promise you I will add more tomorrow of the day after. Please review and read my other stories. Thanks to all those people who have already reviewed.
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3 Lady Alanna of Naxen- Chapter 3
Challenges
"Right then. First stop is my rooms so I can get changed into practice clothes and then down to the practice courts."
Gary's jaw dropped open. He thought Alanna was a lady, not a tough tomboy. Jon seemed to have the same reaction. Thom grinned at his friends; he had been expecting it all along. Alanna stared expectantly, her eyes giving away her amusement.
"Well?" she asked, "Are you coming or not." She tapped her foot on the floor impatiently.
Gary came back to earth suddenly.
"Of-of course. Right this way." He led the group to the visitors wing and himself, Thom and Jon waited outside as Alanna changed. Nothing could hide the smile on Thom's face as he watched his friend amazement at his sister's bluntness.
"I told you not to expect a proper damsel. Is it my fault that you didn't listen?"
Jon and Gary glared at the younger squire, while thoughts ran through they're heads. Never had either of them met a lady so straightforward. Jon was thinking of how her beauty and now her bluntness made him more attracted to her.
Thom ignored the look that his friends gave him and carried on. "Well, what do you think of her?"
"She's …… different. Very pretty but a bit, well, strange. Like you said, not what we were expecting," replied Jon.
"Who's not what you expected?" The three men spun round to reveal Alanna, leaning on he doorway. She looked amused. Boy, she changes quickly, thought Jon.
"You are," was Thom's reply, ignoring the pain as Gary elbowed him in the stomach.
She grinned at them and then said, "Well, are we going to the practice courts or what?" Gary quickly led the way.
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During the whole trip to the practice courts all Jon could think about was the way Alanna looked. (Can anyone think of a nickname for Alanna? I'm getting tired of having to keep writing it out in full.) Even in a plain white shirt and woollen breeches she looked wonderful. Her flawless, curved body filled the clothes perfectly. Her hair was tied back in a rough bun and a few stray strands framed her face. He longed to brush them back for her.
They walked into a spare practice court and she drew the sword she had belted round her waist. Its hilt was solid silver studded with a mixture of amethyst and sapphire stones. The actual blade looked razor sharp and was polished to shine.
"Who gave you that?" asked the aghast Thom. His companions had to agree. The sword looked like the finest any of them had laid their eyes on.
"Oh. Just a friend I made. He owed me a favour and so he gave me this." Alanna shrugged, as if it was nothing.
"Must have been a pretty big favour," muttered Gary under his breath. Jon heard and grinned at his cousin before turning his attention back to Alanna.
"What's it called?" he asked curiously.
"Night," (Knight, get it. Sorry, sad joke) she said, her eyes flashing with pride. "Come on brother, lets see if you have improved at all."
Thom frowned at his sister and took up the challenge. The both got in fighting stance and Alanna whispered, "Ready, steady go!"
Thom made the first move, lunging forward. Alanna brought up her sword and blocked to move and then, sliding the sword down she hooked the tip of her sword by the hilt of her brother and pulled upwards. The sword flew up and clattered down on the ground next to Gary. While Thom was staring at his empty hand, Alanna slid her sword up the base of her brothers chin and whispered, "Yield, bro."
"I yield," he replied and relaxed as she let him free. As he went to pick up his sword he heard his sister ask if Jon or Gary wanted a go. He looked up to see Gary take a protective step away. He smiled.
"I see you haven't changed one bit, sister dear." She grinned at her brother and then turned as Jon said,
"I will give you a go."
I promise you I will add more tomorrow of the day after. Please review and read my other stories. Thanks to all those people who have already reviewed.