Tale fanfic shorty, III
Oct. 27th, 2004 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arwen_luneThis one called "Playing Games"
"Aww, come on Newra, you enjoyed it last time, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it's going to attract attention if we do it too often. Word spreads quickly, you know that. People may catch on."
"After this time we'll not do it here for a while then."
"I don't know, I'm not really in the mood for it right now…"
...
"Villtin, don't give me the puppy-eyes look, it doesn't become you."
...
"I am NOT going to do this!"
Villtin turned his most pleading look on her, found himself silently supported by Westala, and after a long moment she scowled and started to undo the thick braid that kept her hair out of her face.
"Bloody silly games," she muttered under her breath. "Why do *I* always have to be the bait? I don't WANT to be the bait!"
She shook her hair loose and started to divest herself of her more visible weapons.
"Because they know Villtin and it doesn't work half so well when I'm the bait," Westala spoke for the first time while accepting the morningstar and crossbow.
"...and you do it so well," added Villtin.
"Yeah, yeah," she dismissed him with an irritated wave of her hand. "Enough with the sucking up. Ready?" she scowled.
The men took weapons to hand and nodded. "You?"
She held up her arms, showing the wrist-sheaths that peeked out of her sleeves, schooled her face into an improbably believable expression of wide-eyed innocence, and walked into the Pit.
Westala and Villtin waited for the space of a moment, and then quietly followed her.
* * *
"That was..." Newra wiped her blades on the clothing of a fallen would-be mugger and routinely stashed them back into their sheaths.
"...fun?" Villtin supplied.
"Well yeah, okay. It was the look on that guy's face—" she gestured with her boot to one of the bodies while tying her hair back, "—when he saw Westala bearing down on him with the morningstar."
Westala grinned, handing back the weapon.
"I liked the… flip-over trick. Thought he had you there. Guess he-- didn't."
"Hmm-mm."
"...so you don't want to do this again?"
"No. They'll catch on and next time I'll have twenty guys surrounding me while you two are still running to catch up. I'm through with being bait."
"Hah! We can handle that. YOU can handle that."
Newra made a non-committal sound, indicating that she was willing to accept the possibility that she could not handle twenty attackers at the same time.
"Besides, there were only four this time, I think we might be running out of them..."
That brought an attack of silent laughter to all three of them, and they could be heard walking away, voices fading into the twilight.
"We'll find another city then. One where they don't know us."
"Hah!" Newra exclaimed gleefully. "So YOU can be bait!"
"Oh no no no no!"
Still debating posting this one to newsgroup. Don't feel *that* confident about my writing, and ending feels a bit weak.
"Aww, come on Newra, you enjoyed it last time, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it's going to attract attention if we do it too often. Word spreads quickly, you know that. People may catch on."
"After this time we'll not do it here for a while then."
"I don't know, I'm not really in the mood for it right now…"
...
"Villtin, don't give me the puppy-eyes look, it doesn't become you."
...
"I am NOT going to do this!"
Villtin turned his most pleading look on her, found himself silently supported by Westala, and after a long moment she scowled and started to undo the thick braid that kept her hair out of her face.
"Bloody silly games," she muttered under her breath. "Why do *I* always have to be the bait? I don't WANT to be the bait!"
She shook her hair loose and started to divest herself of her more visible weapons.
"Because they know Villtin and it doesn't work half so well when I'm the bait," Westala spoke for the first time while accepting the morningstar and crossbow.
"...and you do it so well," added Villtin.
"Yeah, yeah," she dismissed him with an irritated wave of her hand. "Enough with the sucking up. Ready?" she scowled.
The men took weapons to hand and nodded. "You?"
She held up her arms, showing the wrist-sheaths that peeked out of her sleeves, schooled her face into an improbably believable expression of wide-eyed innocence, and walked into the Pit.
Westala and Villtin waited for the space of a moment, and then quietly followed her.
* * *
"That was..." Newra wiped her blades on the clothing of a fallen would-be mugger and routinely stashed them back into their sheaths.
"...fun?" Villtin supplied.
"Well yeah, okay. It was the look on that guy's face—" she gestured with her boot to one of the bodies while tying her hair back, "—when he saw Westala bearing down on him with the morningstar."
Westala grinned, handing back the weapon.
"I liked the… flip-over trick. Thought he had you there. Guess he-- didn't."
"Hmm-mm."
"...so you don't want to do this again?"
"No. They'll catch on and next time I'll have twenty guys surrounding me while you two are still running to catch up. I'm through with being bait."
"Hah! We can handle that. YOU can handle that."
Newra made a non-committal sound, indicating that she was willing to accept the possibility that she could not handle twenty attackers at the same time.
"Besides, there were only four this time, I think we might be running out of them..."
That brought an attack of silent laughter to all three of them, and they could be heard walking away, voices fading into the twilight.
"We'll find another city then. One where they don't know us."
"Hah!" Newra exclaimed gleefully. "So YOU can be bait!"
"Oh no no no no!"
Still debating posting this one to newsgroup. Don't feel *that* confident about my writing, and ending feels a bit weak.