Legend of the Seeker Fic x 5
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legendland. Nothing above PG-13. Cara; Rahl; team - Cara-Zedd friendship; Cara-Kahlan friendship - and Kahlan/Richard.
For the prompt: Inadequate
Word Count: 140
Cara glared at the arrow as if it had swerved on purpose just to irritate her. Richard laughed in delight.
"You're good at this," he said. Of course ranged weapons weren't his thing – nor Kahlan's, come to that. Zedd was the only one who could attack at a distance, and his Wizard's Fire, while effective, wasn't always that accurate.
"I missed," Cara said flatly.
"What?" Richard strode over to the tree and bent down to study the arrow. It had nicked the middle ring of the target, but most of it was embedded in the centre circle. "Cara, it's a hairsbreadth out, that's all."
Cara simply nodded. He couldn't understand. The Mord'Sith punished errors, however minor, harshly. The girls who were deemed inadequate were not even allowed to live to complete their training. Cara had never stopped striving for perfection.
For the prompt: Books
Word Count: 198
Rahl treasured knowledge as one of the cornerstones of power. He loved the library he had inherited from his father, full of leather bound volumes on subjects as diverse as history, magic, and folktales. He loved maps, physical representations of the landscape that had by magic that was not magic, conquered geography; captured it, shrunk it to manageable portions, imprisoned it on the page.
Journey books were another matter entirely. He could almost feel the magic impregnated in the parchment when he held such a book. He loved to slide one finger over the smooth leather cover and then open the precious book, dip his quill into a pot of blood-ink, and inscribe his orders across the yellowed sheets. He took pride in his penmanship. The written word was important.
There was one book dear to Rahl that no-one else had ever seen. Call it a diary or a journal or an autobiography; Rahl thought of it as a history book in the making, carefully recording his every triumph for future generations to marvel at. And who could blame him if every word was biased in his favour, when the rest of the world was biased against him.
For the prompt: Memory
Word Count: 195
"Richard," Kahlan said, putting one hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? You look so sad."
He nodded and looked at the sky. "It's one year today since my brother died."
Kahlan's mouth fell open – it was unbecoming to a Confessor, and she shut it quickly. She understood his loss, though by magic she had Dennee back in some form. Richard had marked the anniversary of his father's death by going into the woods alone for two days and she'd let him go without a word. This anniversary she hadn't been anticipating. She squeezed his shoulder. Words seemed inadequate. Richard slipped one arm around her waist and held her close.
"We've all lost people," he said softly. "We have to remember them. My father used to say that people live on in our hearts and memories."
"They do," Kahlan said, thinking of her own losses. She blinked away tears of her own and said, resolutely, "And I know that they are in the arms of the Creator now the veil is repaired."
It was the best comfort she could offer and it was enough, for it drew a smile and he bent to kiss her forehead.
For the prompt: Honour
Word Count: 177
"Food's ready," Zedd called. Cara stopped grooming the horses and headed to the campfire. Richard and Kahlan, giggling, joined them. Their hair was dripping wet from yet another dip in the nearby lake.
The fish smelt delicious and Zedd handed out the portions. Richard got two fillets, as did Kahlan. Cara fully expected to get two, leaving four for the wizard. To her surprise he laid four sticks of fish on her plate and shuffled to sit opposite her with his own two portions.
"Wizard?" she asked. "Are you not hungry?"
Kahlan and Richard shot worried glances at Zedd; if he wasn't hungry there must be something wrong.
"I have plenty," he said. "Eat up. You've earned it."
Suddenly Cara understood. This morning they'd come across a Sister of the Dark and she hadn't hesitated to throw herself in front of the distracted wizard to protect him from a well-aimed dacra. This was a thank you, much as a young Mord'Sith might pay honour to her Mistress. She grinned and took great pleasure in devouring her prize.
For the prompt: Friend
Word Count: 192
"And so I award the first two calves your cow births to your neighbour," Kahlan said. The neighbour bowed his head in thanks, thinking this recompense fair. The offender in question, however, glowered at the Mother Confessor.
"There was a time the title of Confessor meant something," he said angrily. "When no woman in white would associate with a demon such as that one!" He pointed one finger at Cara, who stood near the chair Kahlan was seated in. Cara said nothing, merely gazed at him with disdain.
"Hold your tongue," Kahlan said in a low, dangerous, voice. "Cara is a Mord'Sith, yes, but she is loyal to the Seeker, and to me. She works with us, not against us, and has saved my life on more than one occasion. She is a valued comrade and a trusted friend. Judge not on outward appearances, or risk the same fate."
Somewhat cowed, the man lowered his eyes in supplication and backed away. Kahlan glanced at Cara and the Mord'Sith lifted one eyebrow and gave her a small smile of thanks. Kahlan composed herself and said, "Present yourselves," and the next supplicants stepped forward.
legendland. Nothing above PG-13. Cara; Rahl; team - Cara-Zedd friendship; Cara-Kahlan friendship - and Kahlan/Richard.For the prompt: Inadequate
Word Count: 140
Cara glared at the arrow as if it had swerved on purpose just to irritate her. Richard laughed in delight.
"You're good at this," he said. Of course ranged weapons weren't his thing – nor Kahlan's, come to that. Zedd was the only one who could attack at a distance, and his Wizard's Fire, while effective, wasn't always that accurate.
"I missed," Cara said flatly.
"What?" Richard strode over to the tree and bent down to study the arrow. It had nicked the middle ring of the target, but most of it was embedded in the centre circle. "Cara, it's a hairsbreadth out, that's all."
Cara simply nodded. He couldn't understand. The Mord'Sith punished errors, however minor, harshly. The girls who were deemed inadequate were not even allowed to live to complete their training. Cara had never stopped striving for perfection.
For the prompt: Books
Word Count: 198
Rahl treasured knowledge as one of the cornerstones of power. He loved the library he had inherited from his father, full of leather bound volumes on subjects as diverse as history, magic, and folktales. He loved maps, physical representations of the landscape that had by magic that was not magic, conquered geography; captured it, shrunk it to manageable portions, imprisoned it on the page.
Journey books were another matter entirely. He could almost feel the magic impregnated in the parchment when he held such a book. He loved to slide one finger over the smooth leather cover and then open the precious book, dip his quill into a pot of blood-ink, and inscribe his orders across the yellowed sheets. He took pride in his penmanship. The written word was important.
There was one book dear to Rahl that no-one else had ever seen. Call it a diary or a journal or an autobiography; Rahl thought of it as a history book in the making, carefully recording his every triumph for future generations to marvel at. And who could blame him if every word was biased in his favour, when the rest of the world was biased against him.
For the prompt: Memory
Word Count: 195
"Richard," Kahlan said, putting one hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? You look so sad."
He nodded and looked at the sky. "It's one year today since my brother died."
Kahlan's mouth fell open – it was unbecoming to a Confessor, and she shut it quickly. She understood his loss, though by magic she had Dennee back in some form. Richard had marked the anniversary of his father's death by going into the woods alone for two days and she'd let him go without a word. This anniversary she hadn't been anticipating. She squeezed his shoulder. Words seemed inadequate. Richard slipped one arm around her waist and held her close.
"We've all lost people," he said softly. "We have to remember them. My father used to say that people live on in our hearts and memories."
"They do," Kahlan said, thinking of her own losses. She blinked away tears of her own and said, resolutely, "And I know that they are in the arms of the Creator now the veil is repaired."
It was the best comfort she could offer and it was enough, for it drew a smile and he bent to kiss her forehead.
For the prompt: Honour
Word Count: 177
"Food's ready," Zedd called. Cara stopped grooming the horses and headed to the campfire. Richard and Kahlan, giggling, joined them. Their hair was dripping wet from yet another dip in the nearby lake.
The fish smelt delicious and Zedd handed out the portions. Richard got two fillets, as did Kahlan. Cara fully expected to get two, leaving four for the wizard. To her surprise he laid four sticks of fish on her plate and shuffled to sit opposite her with his own two portions.
"Wizard?" she asked. "Are you not hungry?"
Kahlan and Richard shot worried glances at Zedd; if he wasn't hungry there must be something wrong.
"I have plenty," he said. "Eat up. You've earned it."
Suddenly Cara understood. This morning they'd come across a Sister of the Dark and she hadn't hesitated to throw herself in front of the distracted wizard to protect him from a well-aimed dacra. This was a thank you, much as a young Mord'Sith might pay honour to her Mistress. She grinned and took great pleasure in devouring her prize.
For the prompt: Friend
Word Count: 192
"And so I award the first two calves your cow births to your neighbour," Kahlan said. The neighbour bowed his head in thanks, thinking this recompense fair. The offender in question, however, glowered at the Mother Confessor.
"There was a time the title of Confessor meant something," he said angrily. "When no woman in white would associate with a demon such as that one!" He pointed one finger at Cara, who stood near the chair Kahlan was seated in. Cara said nothing, merely gazed at him with disdain.
"Hold your tongue," Kahlan said in a low, dangerous, voice. "Cara is a Mord'Sith, yes, but she is loyal to the Seeker, and to me. She works with us, not against us, and has saved my life on more than one occasion. She is a valued comrade and a trusted friend. Judge not on outward appearances, or risk the same fate."
Somewhat cowed, the man lowered his eyes in supplication and backed away. Kahlan glanced at Cara and the Mord'Sith lifted one eyebrow and gave her a small smile of thanks. Kahlan composed herself and said, "Present yourselves," and the next supplicants stepped forward.
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Date: 2010-11-21 11:21 am (UTC)It's going to be quiet with legendland on hiatus!
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Date: 2010-11-21 10:53 pm (UTC)Cara striving for perfection is so adorable--and something it's hard for others to understand, even Richard. Love the look inside her head.
I wonder what Rahl writes--and if anyone ever finds the book; years later he could get much more credit than he does now. We saw a bit of that in Walter; when the soldiers are talking about how Rahl may've been a tyrant, but at least then they had order...Lovely glimpse at Rahl--it reminds me of the part where he tells Jennsen, 'every villain thinks he's a hero.'
Aw, Richard and Kahlan moment. And actually remembering Michael--very sweet. I love how Kahlan comforts him, and she's not sure it's enough, but Richard is glad she's there to support him...
Wow--I never thought of Zedd knowing or imitating Mord'Sith custom in this way, but it fits--and I love Cara's attitude; she'll smugly enjoy her prize. Also--if Zedd isn't hungry, should we despair? That's like if Kahlan's hair lost all its epic fighting skill!
I really like Kahlan back in the Mother Confessor role, telling people not to judge on appearances--after all, she thought the same as the man originally, but she's really learned something. Cute Cara and Kahlan friendship!
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Date: 2010-11-22 08:55 pm (UTC)Yes, we should probably worry when Zedd isn't hungry! That he'd willingly forgo food was the highest honour I thought he could bestow :)
We didn't get to see enough MC!Kahlan; it was a key part of who she was, the mediation and meting out of justice that was seperate to the threat of Confession/fighting for freedom. So I wanted to have her briefly assume that role again, but with her newfound understanding of how things are :)