MabFaerie
Faerie Queen
“Are you certain you’re capable of the job, child?” The Jarl of Markarth raised his eyebrows apprehensively at the tiny red-headed creature standing before him.
He had sent out a summons a week prior, for any and all mercenaries not currently enlisted in the aid of someone else or away at the war, to aid him in a difficult task.
What he had expected was an appearance of battle-hardened men willing to do a bit of dirty work for the right amount of coin. What he had received was a little girl that barely stood 5 feet tall, offering to do his bidding.
“Is this some kind of joke?” He asked, for what must have been the fourth time between the girls arrival and now.
The young child sighed softly. This was not something she was unused to.
“My lord, I implore you to look past my obvious physical inexperience and give me the chance I deserve. I assure you, I am entirely capable of doing that which you ask, my age is of little consequence—“
“I will not send a child to her doom, little girl. You are mistaken if you believe I would allow you to go alone.”
“Then you would allow me to go accompanied?” The girl raised an eyebrow, attempting to catch the man with his own words.
“Child, eh, Lilumae, was it? Yes, Lilumae, I appreciate your willingness to cooperate and respect your desire to help those in need, but I simply cannot allow you to risk your life and limb on a meager attempt to--“
“I’ll accompany her.” All eyes in the room seemed to turn at the same time, seeking the voice that had spoken. From the shadows of the doorway stepped a shockingly beautiful woman, tall and graceful with jet black hair tied back with a single ribbon, and icy blue eyes that scanned the room in one swift motion catching all in her gaze like flies in a spiders web.
She moved forward with swift and fluid motions, practically floating from one spot to the next with how graceful she seemed. Stopping short, beside the girl, who indeed look much tinier next to the towering woman, she rested a hand on the red-headed ones shoulder,
“I’ll keep an eye on her. All children should learn of battle, one way or another. Why not allow her this opportunity?”
Winter raised an eyebrow at the Jarl questioningly before she spoke again.
“Winter De Lune, at your service.” She removed her hand and bowed for a moment, before returning to her prior, graceful, if questioning, position
The younger, redheaded girl frowned behind her thick framed glasses. She grew weary of being called and treated as an incompetent child. She would use this chance to prove that she was much more than that, divines willing.
The Jarl sighed, he was running out of options and all he had before him was a woman and a little girl willing to fight his demons for him. What kind of man was he? Sending them out to battle on his behalf? Where was someone he could rely on?
“No!" He slammed his first down angrily, "I will not send a single woman and a lone child to complete this task. We need more than that. I approve of your bravery, but what kind of leader would I be if I sent you two off alone? This matter is not open for discussion. Find me more warriors willing to aid you and then I shall reconsider.”
Winter bit back an acidic comment she longed to make. "Find me more warriors" wasn't really what the Jarl was saying.
"Find me more men", was.
He had sent out a summons a week prior, for any and all mercenaries not currently enlisted in the aid of someone else or away at the war, to aid him in a difficult task.
What he had expected was an appearance of battle-hardened men willing to do a bit of dirty work for the right amount of coin. What he had received was a little girl that barely stood 5 feet tall, offering to do his bidding.
“Is this some kind of joke?” He asked, for what must have been the fourth time between the girls arrival and now.
The young child sighed softly. This was not something she was unused to.
“My lord, I implore you to look past my obvious physical inexperience and give me the chance I deserve. I assure you, I am entirely capable of doing that which you ask, my age is of little consequence—“
“I will not send a child to her doom, little girl. You are mistaken if you believe I would allow you to go alone.”
“Then you would allow me to go accompanied?” The girl raised an eyebrow, attempting to catch the man with his own words.
“Child, eh, Lilumae, was it? Yes, Lilumae, I appreciate your willingness to cooperate and respect your desire to help those in need, but I simply cannot allow you to risk your life and limb on a meager attempt to--“
“I’ll accompany her.” All eyes in the room seemed to turn at the same time, seeking the voice that had spoken. From the shadows of the doorway stepped a shockingly beautiful woman, tall and graceful with jet black hair tied back with a single ribbon, and icy blue eyes that scanned the room in one swift motion catching all in her gaze like flies in a spiders web.
She moved forward with swift and fluid motions, practically floating from one spot to the next with how graceful she seemed. Stopping short, beside the girl, who indeed look much tinier next to the towering woman, she rested a hand on the red-headed ones shoulder,
“I’ll keep an eye on her. All children should learn of battle, one way or another. Why not allow her this opportunity?”
Winter raised an eyebrow at the Jarl questioningly before she spoke again.
“Winter De Lune, at your service.” She removed her hand and bowed for a moment, before returning to her prior, graceful, if questioning, position
The younger, redheaded girl frowned behind her thick framed glasses. She grew weary of being called and treated as an incompetent child. She would use this chance to prove that she was much more than that, divines willing.
The Jarl sighed, he was running out of options and all he had before him was a woman and a little girl willing to fight his demons for him. What kind of man was he? Sending them out to battle on his behalf? Where was someone he could rely on?
“No!" He slammed his first down angrily, "I will not send a single woman and a lone child to complete this task. We need more than that. I approve of your bravery, but what kind of leader would I be if I sent you two off alone? This matter is not open for discussion. Find me more warriors willing to aid you and then I shall reconsider.”
Winter bit back an acidic comment she longed to make. "Find me more warriors" wasn't really what the Jarl was saying.
"Find me more men", was.
