Author's note: I am basing this off numerous things. I don't have the books with me since I am displaced from Katrina. There are going to be a lot of mistakes. I am going to revise, help me if my errors annoy you. This is my first draft, and I don't give a shit if the story is crap. I don't typically make huge grammatical and spelling mistakes so don't worry about it. I don't feel like editing, so if you have something to say or correct, leave a review. That's what they are for. And to tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not take credit for Tamora Pierce's creations.
Aching with the strain of working excessively in the practice fields, Lenu Nokoro methodically jogged to the page quarter. Sweat poured down her flawless golden skin. Her usually dark curtain of hair was pulled back with a strip of fine leather. Toned arms and legs pumped to bring her exhausted body to the building.
As soon as her skin hit the cool water, Lenu instantly relaxed and the tension fell away. She had been an honorary page for only one week, and so many things were different. Lenu was from the Yamani Islands, and was in Tortall as an exchange student of a sort. This was a fairly new addition to a warrior's training. Since the marriage of Prince Roald and the Yamani princess, Damn it! Anyone remember her name? Tortall and the Islands had worked out an arrangement in which the best students of each kingdom would go to the opposite kingdom and train in the nation's methods. Lenu was chosen as one of the ten to go to Tortall to learn their fighting methods.
She had left everything, her home, her family, and close friends. Despite the picture Yamanis presented to outsiders, the people did show emotion, except when in public. She fiercely loved her parents and brothers, albeit the rigid structure in the family. Her parents demanded absolute respect and obedience, but were fair. She had two older brothers. Kiko was more playful and older. Jemin studied books and was the middle child. The Yamani did show affection, but did not embrace. Lenu had grown up with childhood friends who had endured punishments, worked out difficult mathematic problems into the night, and seen wonders with her. Her friends and she understood each other perfectly. They were all parts of a larger whole that defined their nature. Her home gave her comfort after the weary day. The smell of ink and tree blossoms filled the work rooms, and the simplicity of the architecture was unique.
At training institution and court, the mask of no emotion was expected of a Yamani. Rules were strict at the training institution. Everything occurred around a schedule, and disobedience or failure had punishments. The material taught was learned completely and fully. There was nothing done shoddily or inadequately. Cleanliness was very important in the Yamani society. Everything had its place and had a method. The students were expected to be neat and orderly at all times.
Somewhere a bell rang, signaling Lenu to snap out of her thoughts and ready for dinner.
Author's Note: Tell me if you like it. Whether or not I'm going to finish it will depend on the reviews. It's a bit short, but if you like it, i'll work on it. There is going to be a loot of dialogue in the future.