Alcove

Written: 06-08-06
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Not Mine, No Copyright Infringement intended, Written for my own amusement.
Time Frame: About a year and a half after FRC. Am also quite aware how this would never actually happen.

Karigan tucked herself into an alcove along the wall the moment it was decent to do so. Raising a somewhat callused hand to her mouth, she tested the range of movement in her jaw and winced as the stiff muscles worked themselves loose.

"Too trying for you Rider?"

Despite her aching jaw she shot her follower a grin, "I don't think I've ever smiled so much, or so hard in my entire life."

"You can't really blame them now can you? They've had precious little to be so festive about in recent years."

Karigan nodded, she understood all too well the darkness that had seemed to cling to Sacordia in recent years.

"Sit down Fastion," she said, "You must be as tired as I am."

The Weapon sat with much care, entirely too aware of the bulk of his formal armour within this smaller space. "I wish I didn't have to wear this." he complained, "It's ridiculous how much less mobility we get with these things. Why, if, Gods forbid, I should have to do something-"

Karigan smiled, watching the various province lords and ladies twirl around the massive ballroom, "Somehow I don't think that whoever designed the formal uniforms took that into consideration." she said, "Be thankful though that your formal attire doesn't itch." She tugged at the stiff collar of the green button-down overcoat to prove her point.

Fastion laughed, "I would give bulky for itchy any day."

"Well I'm sorry, but I don't think my coat's big enough for you, you might try asking to borrow Garth's though. If you could catch him that is, I think I saw him dancing with Lady Morane, they wouldn't be too hard to find..."

Fastion laughed heartily at that before sighing wistfully and staring down at the mass of polished black steel. "I don't think I'd be able to pass as a Rider, even if I had the greens."

The pair lapsed into a comfortable silence, both content with watching the dancers enjoy themselves.

"Do you want to dance?" Fastion asked suddenly, surprising Karigan.

"Are Weapons allowed to?"

"Just as much you Riders are."

Karigan seemed to think it over momentarily, "Will you step on my feet?" she asked.

Fastion assumed a haughty air, "I will have you know Rider, that I am a Weapon, and as such am not as uncouth as Rider Connly may be, you may be assured that I will not step on your feet."

Karigan gladly took Fastion's offered hand and allowed herself to be led onto the floor and swept away with the dance. Tonight they would celebrate the marriage of their king; there would be time for worry later.