20 Themes Onua /Sarge
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Past
Sarge knew of Onua's past. He knew that she had escaped, barely, her abusive husband.
Onua knew that Sarge had a past like hers. He was a runaway slave, something she didn't think she could have possibly done.
Horses
There were various things that people liked. Court ladies liked silk, Knights liked jousting, the Queen's Riders and the King's Own liked their pranks. There were few things that Onua personally liked. Horses were one of them.
Loud
Sarge knew that Onua could be loud when she wanted to. Thayet used to say that Onua was as shy as a mouse but Sage knew the truth. She was not shy nor was she meek. She was careful and calculating. Oh but when she was angry indeed she was louder then he himself was in the morning when rousing his trainees.
Ponies
She pleaded, begged, demanded, tricked and bribed all the ponies. Yet when Sarge took the reins and half dragged them forward, they immediately respected him. Onua could be herd muttering for the rest of the days that nobody liked ponies anyway.
Free
When Sarge remembered being free, it wasn't when he first had escaped. It wasn't when he reached the Tortallian shores either. Being free was when he was galloping after the trainees, when no one opposed his instructions or told him he didn't know what he was doing. That was true freedom.
Wants
Onua once asked Sarge what he wanted. He stood there, for several moments thinking. She wanted to know his opinions and what he wanted from life. She was sure he was going to give her a serious answer when he did.
"I want you to move out of my way for the time being dear,"
It was the last time she asked him anything serious.
Honesty
"Do you believe in Honesty?" Sarge asked Onua a few days after he finally got a chance to really get to know her. She gazed at him for several moments before answering.
"Not at all," she answered and went to go catch the ponies
Sarge wished he could make her believe.
Wild
She had a wild spirit. It wasn't broken anymore and Sarge found himself drawn to the slight woman who didn't' let anyone run over her anymore.
Laughter
His laughter was like thunder to her. At first she was wary of it. Now, well now it was a constant companion that could not harm her anymore then the grass could. That was ignoring the fact that the grass gave her a reaction every time she touched it.
Romance
They hardly ever agreed on what was best for things. She thought the ponies were fat and needed to be cut down on feed, he thought that the trainee's were getting a bit tad too wild. One thing they agreed on however was that romance was a silly notion and it was best left for the couriers to worry about not the Riders.
Names
"Why did you name your horses Ox and General?" she asked one afternoon while riding next to him. He patted Ox's neck with a grin.
"These are battle trained, war hardened horses. They need good strong names not names like Silk and Whisper," he laughed at her horse's names. He wasn't laughing too hard when Silk took a chunk of Ox's ear out only moments later when the horse got too close and didn't get out of the way fast enough.
Gentle
She was scrubbing tack as furiously and harshly as she could. Still the dirt did not come off no matter what she did to it.
Sarge did his gently and took his time doing so. It made an interesting sight to the Queen. Her slight friend attacking her saddle like it was an immortal and her large bulky friend doing his like a lady sewing.
Comfort
There were days when not even Tahoi could comfort her. She'd let her head rest against one of her horse's neck and just breathe in the scent of them, the hay, and leather. Sarge found her in Silk's stall asleep and lifted her carrying her to her room. She awoke in the process but didn't say anything. This was just as comfortable as being with Silk and Whisper.
Arrows Pt. 1
Arrows were a nasty wound. Onua knew that from years of watching people getting hit by them. So, when she cleaned Sarge's arrow wound out of his shoulder she could only sigh sympathetically and tell him the truth. Arrows really were nasty wounds.
Balls
She hated it when it came to balls. She couldn't sit among the nobles and pretend to like being there. She couldn't stand the young girls in their dresses and their coy smiles. She couldn't stand the perfume and the wine. Onua found every way she could to escape to the stables and every single time she did Sarge managed to find her before the midnight bell rang. She looked forward to it, it was what made the balls bearable.
War
War was announced. There was nothing to stop them for preparing. Onua could see the worry on every single person she knew. The Queen worried for this was a war she was not permitted to join in with. The Lord's were worried for their families and the ladies for their gentlemen. Buri was worried about Raoul and his former squire the girl Keladry. Onua was worried about the Queen's Own, Buri, Sarge, Miri and Evin her two personal favorites although you would have to threaten her death to even mention it, and practically everyone else headed to the boarder along with her, but most of all, when she parted ways with Sarge she worried needlessly and got needless teasing from her friends in the process.
Steadfast
Everyone took turns reporting to Steadfast. Onua didn't like the way she was forced to for although she and Lord Wyldon did not have any rifts between them she found herself not overly fond of the strict man.
Arrows Pt. 2
With the rider group she rode with she arrived halfway to her destination point to find Sarge's rider group being ambushed by Scanran raiders. It took a second arrow in the same shoulder for Onua to admit the thing that Sarge had known for years. That she loved him.
Peace Pt. 1
Peace landed over the country. Sarge was content, because although neither of them truly wanted marriage just yet they were happy with each other and the horses. He admitted Silk and Whisper were fine names, and she told him that Ox and General were fitting names for his own horses. Nothing disturbed there happiness until…
20. Peace Pt.2
Evin Larse became commander. Sarge couldn't believe his eyes at the sight of him, behind Buri's desk reading reports and complaining about Trainees. Something's never got old and the sight of him sitting there was one of those things. It forced Onua and Sarge to walk away, hand in hand to control their laughter at his cursing of ponies, riders, and all things that had no brain.
A/N: So what do you think?