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[August 1st][Tamora Pierce]Brother
Title: Brother
Day/Theme: August 1st, healed by wind and sun
Series: Tamora Pierce
Character/Pairing: Alanna, Neal
Rating: G
“Pack your things, we’re hitting the road, Squire.”
She didn’t even throw a backwards glance over her shoulder as she left his rooms as quickly as she had entered. After a year, Neal had at least learned to hop to that all too frequent command of his knight mistress. He didn’t even bother asking where anymore.
He probably should have this time, on reflection.
It wasn’t that the Bazhir were trying to kill him or bleeding on him (the two types of people Alanna made him associate with most often), it wasn’t that Alanna was breathing down his neck as he worked (she left that to the shamans, who were nice enough), or even that he missed home. It probably had to do that he was red and flakey and he hadn’t thought to pack sun ointment. It was winter after all when they had left.
It was something more worrisome. Alanna was many things as a knight mistress, but tact and grace were not part of it. He knew she was up to something, every time he looked her famous purple eyes were watching him, evaluating him, wanting something. He didn’t like that look in her eyes. The last time he had seen it had been unpleasant to say the least. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long.
He was doing his part for the tribe of Bloody Hawk, and standing watch over the sheep. He heard her footfall coming up the slope but did not acknowledge her presence. If he ignored her maybe Alanna would give up and leave.
“It’s the 5th year, isn’t it?” she said, gazing up at the stars.
She had to go for the jugular, didn’t she?
“I can heal most things, but not hearts.”
He grunted, non-committed.
She drew her knees up beside her. “You can’t chase should-have-beens or live in the past. You have to move forward. “
“I’m fine. I’ve come to grips with it.”
She half-smiled at him, and surprisingly, slung her arm around his bony shoulder for a quick hug.
“Don’t let it grip you though,” was Alanna’s enigmatic reply.
Day/Theme: August 1st, healed by wind and sun
Series: Tamora Pierce
Character/Pairing: Alanna, Neal
Rating: G
“Pack your things, we’re hitting the road, Squire.”
She didn’t even throw a backwards glance over her shoulder as she left his rooms as quickly as she had entered. After a year, Neal had at least learned to hop to that all too frequent command of his knight mistress. He didn’t even bother asking where anymore.
He probably should have this time, on reflection.
It wasn’t that the Bazhir were trying to kill him or bleeding on him (the two types of people Alanna made him associate with most often), it wasn’t that Alanna was breathing down his neck as he worked (she left that to the shamans, who were nice enough), or even that he missed home. It probably had to do that he was red and flakey and he hadn’t thought to pack sun ointment. It was winter after all when they had left.
It was something more worrisome. Alanna was many things as a knight mistress, but tact and grace were not part of it. He knew she was up to something, every time he looked her famous purple eyes were watching him, evaluating him, wanting something. He didn’t like that look in her eyes. The last time he had seen it had been unpleasant to say the least. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long.
He was doing his part for the tribe of Bloody Hawk, and standing watch over the sheep. He heard her footfall coming up the slope but did not acknowledge her presence. If he ignored her maybe Alanna would give up and leave.
“It’s the 5th year, isn’t it?” she said, gazing up at the stars.
She had to go for the jugular, didn’t she?
“I can heal most things, but not hearts.”
He grunted, non-committed.
She drew her knees up beside her. “You can’t chase should-have-beens or live in the past. You have to move forward. “
“I’m fine. I’ve come to grips with it.”
She half-smiled at him, and surprisingly, slung her arm around his bony shoulder for a quick hug.
“Don’t let it grip you though,” was Alanna’s enigmatic reply.