November 01, 2006
Here we gooooooooo!
Woot! 1674 words! AND I got my plot finished. I knew I only needed a little downtime to really focus. :D
Jaspa chewed her oats resignedly as Osred approached.
"Well, Jaspa," he said when he reached them, "what a pleasant morning." he brushed an invisible speck of dust off his maroon velvet robes.
"Is it?" she said lightly. "I hadn't noticed."
Ulline, Osred's familar waddled up behind him. She was a cormorant, much to Osred's continuing irritation. He had bonded with her quite closely when she was a tiny black chick, but had been horrified to discover as she grew that she was one of those large water birds the commoners used for fishing. He had done his best to train her to be graceful, but there is only so much training can do to overcome nature.
"I don't suppose you've mastered that reflexive shield yet, have you?" He put a foot up on the bench in front of him and leaned forward with one elbow on his knee. "It isn't all that difficult, but it did seem to be giving you trouble."
Jaspa took a deep breath, and felt Roarian put a restraining hand on her leg under the table. She glared up at Osred. "I was having a bad morning, if you must know. I didn't thave to practice much to get the hang of it. You can tell it's easy, though. I mean, you picked it up in just a few minutes."
Osred flushed a bit, and sneered. "I'm surprised at you, Jaspa. Trying to pretend you didn't spend over an hour last night out in the field practicing."
Jaspa's jaw clenched. Her eyes flicked to the professor's table, where nearly all backs were turned to them. Only professor Tindall was facing in a way that she could see them, but she was deep in conversation with professor Ailiet. Jaspa cupped her hand under the table as she turned her attention back to Osred. "Honestly, Osred, I don't know why you keep needling me about these things when you know I can beat you at just about -" she raised her hand and flung the ball of magical force that she had shaped in it at him, "everything else in Tindall's class!"
It was a tiny ball, so small she hadn't even needed Myertek's help to fashion it, but it bonked into Osred's head with a satisfying pock! He reeled back, one hand coming up to cup his temple.
"You she-dog!" he gasped, and flung a quickly-gathered sphere at her. Jaspa was able to dodge it, just barely, and she leapt to her feet as it knocked over the bench behind hers with enough power to crack it.
"Shut your mouth, arselicker!" she bellowed. Myertek directed a stream of power to her, helping her to shape a larger ball of her own to throw at him. Get him, m'lady! she heard him caw in her mind through their connection.
"Jaspa! Osred!" Professor Tindall's voice lashed out, startling them both. She had made it across the room and came the rest of the way over, her hands up. "Don't you dare," she said. "I think that's quite enough."
Posted by Ealasaid at November 1, 2006 08:10 PM
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