Post by lesa on Jan 16, 2010 15:11:25 GMT -5
The Black firelizard floated lazily in the clouds – it was nice up here, quiet – or well, mostly. There was that annoying voice or two down below… unfortunately, dear reader, we must venture down to those annoying voices. For it is with them, and not just this lithe firelizard that our tale lies.
“-ranth, Rem! You could’ve been a little nicer!” The blond man-boy – more towards man, really – harangued the dark haired boy-man beside him. The other boy ignored the verbal barrage, more intent with making sure his under his nails were clean – or that was what he gave the appearance of doing, the slouch he wore to do so putting him at equal height to his blond companion, who continued to speak.
“Or at least you could’ve had the decency to let me ask her if she wanted one of the walks to and from the Halls to be a date or something, rather than telling me point blank in front of her that she was too ‘lovestruck over that fool brownrider’ to ever notice me!” Cadfael swung the stick he had lifted from the side of the road in emphasis, much as one would gesture with a cane, “Shardit, Rem, you could’ve told her he feels the same way about her, since you deduced that as well! There’s a very good reason she slapped you, right there. That she did it on my behalf just sweetened the blow, to my mind.” Inquisitive gray eyes were turned to his companion. Cadfael sighed.
“Oh, stop your sulking,” he ordered, “You deserved it, and you know it. Just lucky she promised she won’t mention what happened to that brownrider, or you might find yourself up in a duel against him. Then again, knowing you, you’d win.” The blond shook his head as he tucked the makeshift cane under his arm and rummaged in his hip-pouch – required as a Healer, and doubly so by being best friends with Remsey. Nimble fingers found what he was looking for, and the small numbweed pot was chucked at the dark head without a word until mid-flight. “Catch,” he called briefly – wouldn’t really matter, if Remsey didn’t catch it, he had something to rag him on, if he did catch it, then it was nothing unexpected.
“-ranth, Rem! You could’ve been a little nicer!” The blond man-boy – more towards man, really – harangued the dark haired boy-man beside him. The other boy ignored the verbal barrage, more intent with making sure his under his nails were clean – or that was what he gave the appearance of doing, the slouch he wore to do so putting him at equal height to his blond companion, who continued to speak.
“Or at least you could’ve had the decency to let me ask her if she wanted one of the walks to and from the Halls to be a date or something, rather than telling me point blank in front of her that she was too ‘lovestruck over that fool brownrider’ to ever notice me!” Cadfael swung the stick he had lifted from the side of the road in emphasis, much as one would gesture with a cane, “Shardit, Rem, you could’ve told her he feels the same way about her, since you deduced that as well! There’s a very good reason she slapped you, right there. That she did it on my behalf just sweetened the blow, to my mind.” Inquisitive gray eyes were turned to his companion. Cadfael sighed.
“Oh, stop your sulking,” he ordered, “You deserved it, and you know it. Just lucky she promised she won’t mention what happened to that brownrider, or you might find yourself up in a duel against him. Then again, knowing you, you’d win.” The blond shook his head as he tucked the makeshift cane under his arm and rummaged in his hip-pouch – required as a Healer, and doubly so by being best friends with Remsey. Nimble fingers found what he was looking for, and the small numbweed pot was chucked at the dark head without a word until mid-flight. “Catch,” he called briefly – wouldn’t really matter, if Remsey didn’t catch it, he had something to rag him on, if he did catch it, then it was nothing unexpected.