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Strawberry #8. Signpost with Hot Fudge and Sprinkles
Rating : G
Timeframe : Summer 1253
Word Count : 330
Removed from Canon While I don't doubt Berwyk would have someone involved in this mess, clearly Tarek is not the one he'd send.
New characters - even to me! - I'm trying to fill out the details of the first year and that means lots of new faces on both sides.
Hands planted squarely on his hips, Tarek turned his head so far to the side that his shoulders angled after it. It wasn’t quite the same degree to which the sign before him dangled from its battered post, but he gathered, from the exasperated look the gesture earned him from their guide, that the message was clear.
“You wanted out of the way,” he said, and Tarek wondered, once again, what had possessed him to take such a mission. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with an overeager twerp and a pair of brainless heaps of muscle, things were hardly looking promising at this point. Hopefully whoever they deigned send him next would be better than this lot.
“Yes, that was the idea,” he said, still glaring at the sign to avoid having to acknowledge the grin aimed his way from beneath the boy’s hood. There was a shuffling and grunting as his companions settled their packs at their feet. “Truly, no one passes this way?”
“Not since they built the new checkpoint. Might not be the most pleasant quarters but no one will bother us.”
“Us?” His gaze flicked from the dilapidated sign to the boy, whose smile quickly dissolved. The pair behind him rumbled with suppressed laughter. “If we wish to be discovered, I assure you the first thing we will do is invite you to stay with us.”
“But-”
Tarek silenced him with a wave of his hand. “Much as I should like to keep an eye on you, you would serve us best by going home.”
The boy‘s eyes flared, but, “Yes, sir,” was all he said.
He glanced up the trail, where he supposed the old check post lay somewhere beyond his sight. “Now, carry on,” he said. “I wish to be settled and have you on your way by sunset.”
There was another shifting as packs were hoisted back onto shoulders. The boy, with a defeated nod, turned and trudged on up the hill.
Rating : G
Timeframe : Summer 1253
Word Count : 330
Removed from Canon While I don't doubt Berwyk would have someone involved in this mess, clearly Tarek is not the one he'd send.
New characters - even to me! - I'm trying to fill out the details of the first year and that means lots of new faces on both sides.
Hands planted squarely on his hips, Tarek turned his head so far to the side that his shoulders angled after it. It wasn’t quite the same degree to which the sign before him dangled from its battered post, but he gathered, from the exasperated look the gesture earned him from their guide, that the message was clear.
“You wanted out of the way,” he said, and Tarek wondered, once again, what had possessed him to take such a mission. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with an overeager twerp and a pair of brainless heaps of muscle, things were hardly looking promising at this point. Hopefully whoever they deigned send him next would be better than this lot.
“Yes, that was the idea,” he said, still glaring at the sign to avoid having to acknowledge the grin aimed his way from beneath the boy’s hood. There was a shuffling and grunting as his companions settled their packs at their feet. “Truly, no one passes this way?”
“Not since they built the new checkpoint. Might not be the most pleasant quarters but no one will bother us.”
“Us?” His gaze flicked from the dilapidated sign to the boy, whose smile quickly dissolved. The pair behind him rumbled with suppressed laughter. “If we wish to be discovered, I assure you the first thing we will do is invite you to stay with us.”
“But-”
Tarek silenced him with a wave of his hand. “Much as I should like to keep an eye on you, you would serve us best by going home.”
The boy‘s eyes flared, but, “Yes, sir,” was all he said.
He glanced up the trail, where he supposed the old check post lay somewhere beyond his sight. “Now, carry on,” he said. “I wish to be settled and have you on your way by sunset.”
There was another shifting as packs were hoisted back onto shoulders. The boy, with a defeated nod, turned and trudged on up the hill.