A.N.: omg! I was just reading through my story to try and get some
inspiration to FINALLY get writing again and I realized that I missed a
whole section of the story when I was uploading.. and no-one pointed it out
to me. This shows me that either you're not paying much attention (which I
wouldn't be surprised about) or that you're trying to be polite. Please, if
it was the latter, stuff the politeness.. If you think something sucks or
doesn't make sense please ask or comment about it in your reviews cause it
really does help the bettering of my fic.. I mean come on.. It would help
if my story even MADE SENSE!! I can't BELIEVE I did that!! Lol. Yeah
sorry.. I'll stop now... this has been a REALLY long A.N.
DISCLAIMER: TP owns all... except the plot (which hopefully now makes SOME sense)
Chapter Six
Kel's friends were getting worried about her. Aside from her brief appearance at Anders' funeral, they hadn't seen Kel come out of her mother's guest quarters (where she had moved the day after the funeral) once. They had been coming and going at the Palace with their Knight Masters and not once had any of them had seen her. She hadn't been squiring for Lord Raoul either. He told them he had given her time off for as long as she needed it.
Early one morning, about three weeks after Anders' death, as they were unsaddling their horses after jousting practice, the conversation turned, as it had done a lot of late, to Kel. "What are we going to do? She could have disappeared off the face of the planet and we wouldn't know. We have to at least try to talk to her." Said Neal, slightly desperately.
"We need to let her know that we are here for her." Merric said. "Yeah, and that we understand why she cried. That we don't think she's disgraced herself." Owen agreed. Owen hadn't been his usual jolly, care free self lately. He was very worried about Kel.
"Yeah but how?" Faleron put in. "She won't see us and as far as we know she never comes out of her mother's rooms. How are we supposed to talk to her?"
They continued their discussion as they walked towards the door of the stable. As they walked past Peachblossom's stall Neal stopped. "Peachblossom." He said, staring at Kel's cranky gelding. The others turned around to look at Neal, puzzled. They followed his gaze to Peachblossom. "What? It's Peachblossom Neal. We know. Just cause we want to talk to Kel doesn't mean we're desperate enough to settle for her horse as an alternative." Cleon joked, trying to lighten the sudden gloom that had set on the squires since the topic of Kel had come up again.
Neal glared, without taking his eyes away from Peachblossom. "Look." When his friends looked at him blankly he expanded, as if talking to simpletons. "At Peahblossom." They exchanged confused glances, but turned to look at Peachblossom none the less. "What about him?" Faleron asked, after they had been standing, staring at the gelding for quite a while. He was starting to feel slightly absurd – them all standing there looking as if they were waiting for Peachblossom to talk.
"Look at him," replied Neal. "He looks exhausted. Peachblossom shouldn't look exhausted after almost a month of going without proper exercise."
AN. yeah... I know that sucked just as bad as the old version and it was almost as short but I really AM trying...Yeah so the same applies as last time review if you want.. Don't if you don't want too. Ok? It's still just as simple. so bye again. Love imognhm
DISCLAIMER: TP owns all... except the plot (which hopefully now makes SOME sense)
Chapter Six
Kel's friends were getting worried about her. Aside from her brief appearance at Anders' funeral, they hadn't seen Kel come out of her mother's guest quarters (where she had moved the day after the funeral) once. They had been coming and going at the Palace with their Knight Masters and not once had any of them had seen her. She hadn't been squiring for Lord Raoul either. He told them he had given her time off for as long as she needed it.
Early one morning, about three weeks after Anders' death, as they were unsaddling their horses after jousting practice, the conversation turned, as it had done a lot of late, to Kel. "What are we going to do? She could have disappeared off the face of the planet and we wouldn't know. We have to at least try to talk to her." Said Neal, slightly desperately.
"We need to let her know that we are here for her." Merric said. "Yeah, and that we understand why she cried. That we don't think she's disgraced herself." Owen agreed. Owen hadn't been his usual jolly, care free self lately. He was very worried about Kel.
"Yeah but how?" Faleron put in. "She won't see us and as far as we know she never comes out of her mother's rooms. How are we supposed to talk to her?"
They continued their discussion as they walked towards the door of the stable. As they walked past Peachblossom's stall Neal stopped. "Peachblossom." He said, staring at Kel's cranky gelding. The others turned around to look at Neal, puzzled. They followed his gaze to Peachblossom. "What? It's Peachblossom Neal. We know. Just cause we want to talk to Kel doesn't mean we're desperate enough to settle for her horse as an alternative." Cleon joked, trying to lighten the sudden gloom that had set on the squires since the topic of Kel had come up again.
Neal glared, without taking his eyes away from Peachblossom. "Look." When his friends looked at him blankly he expanded, as if talking to simpletons. "At Peahblossom." They exchanged confused glances, but turned to look at Peachblossom none the less. "What about him?" Faleron asked, after they had been standing, staring at the gelding for quite a while. He was starting to feel slightly absurd – them all standing there looking as if they were waiting for Peachblossom to talk.
"Look at him," replied Neal. "He looks exhausted. Peachblossom shouldn't look exhausted after almost a month of going without proper exercise."
AN. yeah... I know that sucked just as bad as the old version and it was almost as short but I really AM trying...Yeah so the same applies as last time review if you want.. Don't if you don't want too. Ok? It's still just as simple. so bye again. Love imognhm