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[August 2nd][Tamora Pierce]Myths and Legends
Title: Myths and Legends
Day/Theme: August 2nd, over the world and under the world
Series: Tamora Pierce
Character/Pairing: Alanna, Neal
Rating: G
The problem with being squire to the Lioness was you spent a lot of time far, far away from civilization. Most knights had set routes (and inns) or kept comfortably close to Corus. Not Alanna. Some part of her had her harrying off to all four corners of Tortall, and quite frequently, out of them as well. Like the Stump, she was overly fond of living off the land. Like the Stump she was a positive slave master. Her tongue was sharper too.
It was those times around the campfire that Neal missed the Stump. As a page, his friends were with him and there had been a spirit of camaraderie that this campfire now lacked.
It wasn’t that Alanna wanted silence. She was keenly interested to hear all about Kel, and he couldn’t blame her for that. His own life too she regarded with merit, so by extension his time as a page. Her own stories were mostly anecdotes of what Neal privately referred to as the ‘trials and tribulations’ of a Healer knight. Her stories were lessons first and foremost. She shared some private stories, mostly about the mischief her children and husband accomplished, and her friends (with a strong concentration of Knight Commandeer Raoul).
She never told a story about herself though. Neal puzzled over it for nearly a week, before deciding to just ask her the next campfire in which her mood was amiable.
“Lady Alanna, I’ve told you enough about my years as a page. What was it like for you?” Neal asked, safe in the dark.
She poked the fire, sending a flurry of sparks to join the stars of the night sky.
“I was younger than you are now when I got my shield. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories if not a million times by now.”
It wasn’t a downright rejection, so Neal pressed his advantage.
“I can’t imagine it though. It seems like the stuff of myth and legends -(a harsh laugh interrupted him)- and well, I’d rather hear the story from your own lips.”
“Myths and legends are fine and good, but focus on what’s real and in front of you, Squire Neal.”
He heard her roll over in her blankets, and just when he thought her in the realm of the Dream King, a bare whisper floats across the embers.
“Don’t go to the Roof of the World if you can help it m’boy.”
Day/Theme: August 2nd, over the world and under the world
Series: Tamora Pierce
Character/Pairing: Alanna, Neal
Rating: G
The problem with being squire to the Lioness was you spent a lot of time far, far away from civilization. Most knights had set routes (and inns) or kept comfortably close to Corus. Not Alanna. Some part of her had her harrying off to all four corners of Tortall, and quite frequently, out of them as well. Like the Stump, she was overly fond of living off the land. Like the Stump she was a positive slave master. Her tongue was sharper too.
It was those times around the campfire that Neal missed the Stump. As a page, his friends were with him and there had been a spirit of camaraderie that this campfire now lacked.
It wasn’t that Alanna wanted silence. She was keenly interested to hear all about Kel, and he couldn’t blame her for that. His own life too she regarded with merit, so by extension his time as a page. Her own stories were mostly anecdotes of what Neal privately referred to as the ‘trials and tribulations’ of a Healer knight. Her stories were lessons first and foremost. She shared some private stories, mostly about the mischief her children and husband accomplished, and her friends (with a strong concentration of Knight Commandeer Raoul).
She never told a story about herself though. Neal puzzled over it for nearly a week, before deciding to just ask her the next campfire in which her mood was amiable.
“Lady Alanna, I’ve told you enough about my years as a page. What was it like for you?” Neal asked, safe in the dark.
She poked the fire, sending a flurry of sparks to join the stars of the night sky.
“I was younger than you are now when I got my shield. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories if not a million times by now.”
It wasn’t a downright rejection, so Neal pressed his advantage.
“I can’t imagine it though. It seems like the stuff of myth and legends -(a harsh laugh interrupted him)- and well, I’d rather hear the story from your own lips.”
“Myths and legends are fine and good, but focus on what’s real and in front of you, Squire Neal.”
He heard her roll over in her blankets, and just when he thought her in the realm of the Dream King, a bare whisper floats across the embers.
“Don’t go to the Roof of the World if you can help it m’boy.”