February 6, 1172
"...and whatever you do, don't leave the house without putting out the fire." Jesus Christ; sometimes, Cord could swear that his sister was far worse than their mother had ever been. "Got that?"Annoyed, Cord turned his back and Lyraina and picked up the poker off the floor, giving one of the logs in the hearth a nudge. "God, Lyri, I'm not a baby; I've been home alone hundreds of times."
"That doesn't make me trust you any more." She quickly tousled his hair, then breezed toward the door, the rim of the cloak Sir Tarien had given her sweeping across the floorboards as she went. "I'll probably be the last one home--Grandmother and the children should be back soon, and then Mother and Hilla. Goodbye, Cord!" And with one last patronizing glance, she twirled out the door and pulled it shut behind her. Cord rolled his eyes; at least she was Had's problem for the rest of the day.
Poor Had. He wasn't so bad. How was it that he'd fallen for a girl like Cord's bossy, loud-mouthed sister? There must have been a hundred other girls in the area Had could have gone for. Why not Evera? She was nice. Or Riala--she was fun. Or Aerina--she was cute. Lord Severin's younger three daughters were probably fair game, seeing as the eldest had married a gentleman without any protest from her father. Maybe Had needed to find someone more like one of his sisters--someone exotic and fascinating like Evaleith, or someone industrious and fancy-free like Nanalie. Or maybe someone like Asalaye.Asalaye. Petite, startling-eyed, deliciously quirky little Asalaye. How was it that Melria's annoying little stepsister had suddenly become so majestic a creature? He'd always liked Melria--she was a good girl, stable and content--but that fondness seemed to pale beside the infatuation that had risen in its place. He hadn't even kissed her yet and already she flashed before his eyes with stunning regularity--her filling hips, her ample lips, her long brown pigtails in the breeze...
Horrified, Cord spun hastily toward the door whipping the poker across the room in the process. Asalaye! All that thinking about her, and he'd still managed to forget that they had arranged to meet in the afternoon--idiot!Not even thinking to go and get his cloak, Cord burst through the door and hurried off in the direction of the village. He would be on time--he would. Right now, there was nothing more important than being on time.
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And once again, it's quarter past ten and I've literally forgotten to eat supper. I'll have to get on that.
Oh no! Who are you gonna kill off this time?
Hee, no really, good chapter. It was sweet seeing Cord get all flustered.
That and as I missed commenting on that last one, that was cute and funny!
Epi: Fortunately, Cord was the last one home, so no one was left in the house.
Thanks :)
Morgaine: I ended up thinking a lot about my own little brother when I wrote this chapter. Me and him have had so many conversations like this (although more along the lines of "lock the door" than "put out the fire"), and it was weird getting my head into the other side of the conversation.
nothing more important except putting out the fire...
I love reading about how besotted Cord is. It is entirely sweet. Poor guy will really feel like an idiot when the house burns down though.
He's going to be feeling pretty stupid later, to say the least o_O
He does seem rather besotted though, doesn't he? Err, forgetting about their date aside.
Uh oh!
That about sums it up.
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