Hair Grows
Title: Hair Grows
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose, Azkadellia
Rating: G
Summary: Ambrose frowned. Azkadellia wasn’t paying attention to his instruction on conjugation; instead she was gazing out the window with a glum look.
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 352
Notes: Just a little drabble because I haven't written anything with Ambrose and Az in a while, and it was about time to do something else! Thanks to eleanor_ariail, for the beta! =D
Ambrose frowned. Azkadellia wasn’t paying attention to his instruction on conjugation; instead she was gazing out the window with a glum look. He cleared his throat and the princess looked up at him with a start.
“Is there any particular reason why I have been wasting my time explaining how to conjugate sprea properly for a princess who is obviously not listening?”
“I was listening-” Azkadellia started to protest, but Ambrose cut her off.
“How would you say that your father ran from the east wing to the garden?”
Azkadellia flushed, caught and embarrassed.
“I thought as much. Azkadellia, these may be lessons you are choosing to take of your own accord, but while I am giving them I expect as much focus as you would give Tutor when he is instructing you on magic.”
Azkadellia nodded and looked down, abashed.
“Don’t sulk. You are usually very attentive, so I’ll take this as an exception.” The advisor sat down, looking at his student. “Is there a problem?”
“My hair…” Azkadellia mumbled, not looking at Ambrose. “It’s too short now, after they cut it.”
“Saeta vaxa.” Ambrose said simply.
This brought Azkadellia’s eyes to him, questioning.
“It means hair grows.”
“Saeta vaxa,” The princess repeated.
“Hair grows.”
Azkadellia frowned thoughtfully, mulling the phrase over.
“Does that make you feel any better?”
“I… think?”
Ambrose arched a brow at her.
“Well, it doesn’t bring my hair back, does it?” Azkadellia sighed, resting her chin on her palm.
“In time.”
Azkadellia looked at Ambrose in puzzlement.
“A touch of optimism won’t hurt you.” His lips quirked upward in a smile that Azkadellia found to be very puzzling indeed. “Now, do you want to continue our lesson?”
Azkadellia nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention…”
“We’ll pretend it never happened.” Ambrose patted her shoulder and stood. “Now, sprea, which means?”
“To run.” Azkadellia picked up, and Ambrose nodded.
“Very good.”
That night when Azkadellia went to sleep, she frowned at herself in her mirror, tugging at one of her too short locks of hair.
“Saeta vaxa,” She murmured, and climbed into bed. “Saeta vaxa…” She snuggled into her pillow. “Saeta vaxa…”
When the princess woke the next morning, she was very surprised indeed to find that her hair fell down to her knees.
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose, Azkadellia
Rating: G
Summary: Ambrose frowned. Azkadellia wasn’t paying attention to his instruction on conjugation; instead she was gazing out the window with a glum look.
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 352
Notes: Just a little drabble because I haven't written anything with Ambrose and Az in a while, and it was about time to do something else! Thanks to eleanor_ariail, for the beta! =D
Ambrose frowned. Azkadellia wasn’t paying attention to his instruction on conjugation; instead she was gazing out the window with a glum look. He cleared his throat and the princess looked up at him with a start.
“Is there any particular reason why I have been wasting my time explaining how to conjugate sprea properly for a princess who is obviously not listening?”
“I was listening-” Azkadellia started to protest, but Ambrose cut her off.
“How would you say that your father ran from the east wing to the garden?”
Azkadellia flushed, caught and embarrassed.
“I thought as much. Azkadellia, these may be lessons you are choosing to take of your own accord, but while I am giving them I expect as much focus as you would give Tutor when he is instructing you on magic.”
Azkadellia nodded and looked down, abashed.
“Don’t sulk. You are usually very attentive, so I’ll take this as an exception.” The advisor sat down, looking at his student. “Is there a problem?”
“My hair…” Azkadellia mumbled, not looking at Ambrose. “It’s too short now, after they cut it.”
“Saeta vaxa.” Ambrose said simply.
This brought Azkadellia’s eyes to him, questioning.
“It means hair grows.”
“Saeta vaxa,” The princess repeated.
“Hair grows.”
Azkadellia frowned thoughtfully, mulling the phrase over.
“Does that make you feel any better?”
“I… think?”
Ambrose arched a brow at her.
“Well, it doesn’t bring my hair back, does it?” Azkadellia sighed, resting her chin on her palm.
“In time.”
Azkadellia looked at Ambrose in puzzlement.
“A touch of optimism won’t hurt you.” His lips quirked upward in a smile that Azkadellia found to be very puzzling indeed. “Now, do you want to continue our lesson?”
Azkadellia nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention…”
“We’ll pretend it never happened.” Ambrose patted her shoulder and stood. “Now, sprea, which means?”
“To run.” Azkadellia picked up, and Ambrose nodded.
“Very good.”
That night when Azkadellia went to sleep, she frowned at herself in her mirror, tugging at one of her too short locks of hair.
“Saeta vaxa,” She murmured, and climbed into bed. “Saeta vaxa…” She snuggled into her pillow. “Saeta vaxa…”
When the princess woke the next morning, she was very surprised indeed to find that her hair fell down to her knees.