Disclaimer: George and Alanna are not mine. I wish that they were, though!
A/N: This drabble is dedicated to Torikkutsuta, who was my very first reviewer! She shares with me one of my favourite Tortallan pairings: Alanna and George. So this goes out to her- it isn't as sweet or fluffy as either of us would have liked, but I like it nonetheless. Tori, I do promise that the next Alanna/George will be a happy one!
I would also like to thank everyone for reviewing! Even though I hate writing long A/N's, I would like to answer a few comments.
Torikkutsuta: I adore Kalasin and Kaddar as a couple, and I also see them as having a good marriage. "Once Again" is set early in their marriage, when Kally is still battling intense homesickness. So, I'm glad I got her wistfulness across properly.
Madame Star: I've no set number, really. I love writing Tamora Pierce fanfiction, but I don't have the time or plot for a full fic. So, I've settled for writing countless little drabbles. I'll write until I've got no more ideas, or until you guys stop reading!
Now, on to the drabble!
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Alanna held the mirror aloft, the purple of her magic shinning softly against the metal painted with pink roses. While the image of the beautiful mirror glowing with a purple light was the perfect image of a Lady, the face that would have been reflected in the mirror was not. Though her lips were turned up at the corners, the expression was more alike to a grimace than a grin. Lady Alanna's face was thin, and lined with age and worry. She could not recall a time when she and George had ever fought for this long, and she hated it. She hated that when he was around her, all she could feel was the fury that he had lied to her; she hated even more that she could only seem to forgive him when he wasn't around. There was no letter full of words that she could write, no message she could send. As soon as he knew he was forgiven, George would find a way to come to her, and the anger would spring up again. And so, she contented herself with scrying for him; catching glimpses of his face, just as aged and worried as hers, in the old mirror. Once or twice, the image on the mirror would turn, and seem to look at her, and Alanna was reminded of their first meeting by a wink, or a soft smile that the mirror George would give to her. But Alanna knew that George couldn't be smiling at her. It was impossible.