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Chapter Four: An Unexpected ......Surprise
The next morning, Kel woke feeling rejuvenated and content. She got out of bed and did a pattern dance with her glaive.
When she finished, she bathed and dressed in loose breeches and a loose shirt.
After pulling on her boots and tying her hair in a tight bun, she set off for the practice courts.
Along the way she was stopped several times, mostly by servants or other ladies, inquiring about her clothing.
They couldn't fathom why a lady as beautiful as she was would choose such unflattering clothing.
After assuring them that she wasn't crazy or ill, she continued on her way, only to find herself very lost.
When she finally spotted a door that led outside, she hastened towards it and ran outside.
She looked around and saw several barracks and a few practice rings. She walked toward the rings, hoping to find someone who could tell her the correct way to go.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and her Yamani training took over.
She flipped the unsuspecting person over her hip and through the air. As the person was flying through the air, he grabbed her hair in its' bun and pulled her to the ground before landing with his legs straddling her waist.
She was lying in the dirt on her stomach while her opponent held both of her arms behind her back.
"Excuse me," she moaned, trying to get her hair out of her mouth, "as lovely a position as this is, would you mind getting off of me?"
"Oh, Gods!," he exclaimed, jumping up, "I had no idea you were a girl when I ......"
"Threw me on the ground? Well, enjoy your enlightenment." she replied, pulling her hair back into a horse tail.
"Forgive me, my lady. I truly am sorry."
"You're forgiven. I'm not hurt anyway."
As she dusted herself off, she examined her companion.
He was very tall, perhaps six inches taller than herself, and was extremely handsome. He had dark brown hair and deep sapphire eyes that were laughing.
"Are you sure you're alright? I would hate to maim someone as lovely as you the first time I met them."
He grinned at her and any anger she held toward him magically melted away.
"Thank you for your concern and your compliments. I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. I've been put through worse than being thrown on the ground."
They stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke up,
"I'm Domitan of Masbolle (a/n: *sigh*), by the way."
"Keladry of Mindelan."
"You're the new one from the Convent, aren't you? The one whose family made the Yamani Treaty?"
"That would be me."
"Well," he said, "In that case, It's..."
"An honor to meet you", she chanted along with him. "Please don't do all of that bowing and 'I'm honored' stuff. I really am tired of it and I've only been her for one day."
"Of course, milady." he replied, with a mocking bow and grin.
"It's Kel. I don't set well with all of that formality."
"Well, I'm Dom, then. After all, we did just dump each other in the dirt. If we can't be friendly, then who can?"
She laughed and him and asked,
"Could you show me how to find the courts where the squires and knights practice? I'm supposed to meet Nealan of Queenscove to practice with him."
"Neal? By the Gods, Kel, how did you fall in with Meathead?"
"Meathead?"
"My nickname for him. We're cousins."
"Oh you poor thing", she retorted, looking for similarities between Dom and Neal.
"Your nose!", she declared.
"What about my nose? I've always liked it."
"No!! Nothing's wrong with it. It's just like Neal's."
"That's it!! I'm going to a Healer to have my nose changed!! Any similarity between me and the Meathead is wrong and must be a genetical error!!" he said, in a joking tone.
She grinned, asking,
"So will you show me or will I just have to wander around aimlessly all day?"
"I'll show you. Follow me."
Chapter Four: An Unexpected ......Surprise
The next morning, Kel woke feeling rejuvenated and content. She got out of bed and did a pattern dance with her glaive.
When she finished, she bathed and dressed in loose breeches and a loose shirt.
After pulling on her boots and tying her hair in a tight bun, she set off for the practice courts.
Along the way she was stopped several times, mostly by servants or other ladies, inquiring about her clothing.
They couldn't fathom why a lady as beautiful as she was would choose such unflattering clothing.
After assuring them that she wasn't crazy or ill, she continued on her way, only to find herself very lost.
When she finally spotted a door that led outside, she hastened towards it and ran outside.
She looked around and saw several barracks and a few practice rings. She walked toward the rings, hoping to find someone who could tell her the correct way to go.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and her Yamani training took over.
She flipped the unsuspecting person over her hip and through the air. As the person was flying through the air, he grabbed her hair in its' bun and pulled her to the ground before landing with his legs straddling her waist.
She was lying in the dirt on her stomach while her opponent held both of her arms behind her back.
"Excuse me," she moaned, trying to get her hair out of her mouth, "as lovely a position as this is, would you mind getting off of me?"
"Oh, Gods!," he exclaimed, jumping up, "I had no idea you were a girl when I ......"
"Threw me on the ground? Well, enjoy your enlightenment." she replied, pulling her hair back into a horse tail.
"Forgive me, my lady. I truly am sorry."
"You're forgiven. I'm not hurt anyway."
As she dusted herself off, she examined her companion.
He was very tall, perhaps six inches taller than herself, and was extremely handsome. He had dark brown hair and deep sapphire eyes that were laughing.
"Are you sure you're alright? I would hate to maim someone as lovely as you the first time I met them."
He grinned at her and any anger she held toward him magically melted away.
"Thank you for your concern and your compliments. I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. I've been put through worse than being thrown on the ground."
They stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke up,
"I'm Domitan of Masbolle (a/n: *sigh*), by the way."
"Keladry of Mindelan."
"You're the new one from the Convent, aren't you? The one whose family made the Yamani Treaty?"
"That would be me."
"Well," he said, "In that case, It's..."
"An honor to meet you", she chanted along with him. "Please don't do all of that bowing and 'I'm honored' stuff. I really am tired of it and I've only been her for one day."
"Of course, milady." he replied, with a mocking bow and grin.
"It's Kel. I don't set well with all of that formality."
"Well, I'm Dom, then. After all, we did just dump each other in the dirt. If we can't be friendly, then who can?"
She laughed and him and asked,
"Could you show me how to find the courts where the squires and knights practice? I'm supposed to meet Nealan of Queenscove to practice with him."
"Neal? By the Gods, Kel, how did you fall in with Meathead?"
"Meathead?"
"My nickname for him. We're cousins."
"Oh you poor thing", she retorted, looking for similarities between Dom and Neal.
"Your nose!", she declared.
"What about my nose? I've always liked it."
"No!! Nothing's wrong with it. It's just like Neal's."
"That's it!! I'm going to a Healer to have my nose changed!! Any similarity between me and the Meathead is wrong and must be a genetical error!!" he said, in a joking tone.
She grinned, asking,
"So will you show me or will I just have to wander around aimlessly all day?"
"I'll show you. Follow me."