Expressions

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The expression on Onua's face when Sarge dropped a very expensive bottle of healing potion was priceless. It was the Queen's ointment for her prized mare's sore knees. Sarge however cared little for the bottle but roared with laughter. Onua cared little for what her face looked like and worried over what the Queen would say. Thayet was patient and didn't care very much for expensive things but that was something that she needed to ride her mare and progress was catching up with them very very soon.

"Oh goddess Onua!" Sarge was leaning against the stables wall uncaring that various hostlers and nobles were shooting him either irritated or disgusted looks, "Your face…"

Onua sighed and continued to clean up Sarge's mess. Sometimes she felt like his mother, always trying to keep up with him and keep him out of trouble. They bickered constantly about what was right and what was wrong and Buri often said they were like an old married conservative couple. She managed to insult Onua and Sarge in the same breath. For Onua she was sensitive about marriage and age, and Sarge about being conservative, because he cared very little if anything for the conservative in court.

"You should be more careful with things," Onua scowled at him and he bowed to her.

"Yes of course," he shrugged, "The Queen will buy a new bottle and Daine can fix them knees until she does,"

"That's not the point!" Onua protested, "The point is you quite carelessly dropped a bottle and then laughed at me," she felt the need to stress the point that he laughed at her and everyone knew that Onua did not like being at the end of his amusement. He often made her feel like a child for all she was quite past that.

Sarge approached her a sincere expression of apologize on his face. Onua had no clue what she was in for next, when Sarge suddenly kissed her. First, she stiffened and yet he didn't back away and she felt herself relax. Grinning as he pulled back Sarge whistled and walked away.

Sighing again, this time Onua finished cleaning up his mess and knew she was far from being his mother…

A/N: Well this one didn't go quite how I imagined but non-the-less I like it as well. I started writing it and then suddenly about half way through realized I didn't know what to do with it and just went with what came out of my head which is sometimes good and sometimes bad. I hope in this case it was good.