Tension|Clan Char, Naurorod
Mar 3, 2007 17:10:35 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 3, 2007 17:10:35 GMT -5
Charminei overlooked her clan, feeling very, very alone. Her husband, daughter, brother, and uncle were all gone. Even their finest bodyguard was gone. The thought gave her shivers, even though she knew she had a strong host of clansmen who supported her.
But there are some who don't, she reflected, watching one such clanmate staring at her out of the corner of his eye as he went about his tasks and duties. She knew this one; Brynte was his name, one of the warriors of the clan. He was also one who was very outspoken when Alexi and she had given her speech.
She shivered again and stood, but could not say why. She was glad she did, though, as Brynte rose and approached her.
"Comfortable, Elder Charminei?" he growled. "Do you enjoy watching us all labor at your command?"
Charminei flushed hotly. "I was thinking. I do just as much work as the rest of you."
Brynte snorted. "Aye, thinking, that must be quite a chore for you."
Charminei narrowed her eyes and ignored the growing bystanders coming to watch the exchange. "Watch your tongue in the presence of your Elder."
"Some Elder," Brynte grumbled. "I will say what I like. I am not your mindless slave. The Elders council and lead their clan, but they don't rule the lives of the individuals. If you do not like what I say, then cut my tongue out." He smirked. "If you can."
Charminei blinked, realizing she'd walked into a clever trap. That was a thinly veiled challenge, one that anyone with half a mind could see. She would either have to answer it or back down, and the latter would not help the morale around here. She stiffened and glared at the smirking man. "Fine."
Brynte had brought his spear. He hefted it and backed up, the ring of onlookers forming a wide circle and creating an impromptu arena. Charminei did not summon any weapons; she never did care for them. Her power lay in her elemental abilities.
For a moment, the two stood and sized one another up, and the tension grew. This was a spar that would decide more than whether or not Brynte would lose his tongue.
But there are some who don't, she reflected, watching one such clanmate staring at her out of the corner of his eye as he went about his tasks and duties. She knew this one; Brynte was his name, one of the warriors of the clan. He was also one who was very outspoken when Alexi and she had given her speech.
She shivered again and stood, but could not say why. She was glad she did, though, as Brynte rose and approached her.
"Comfortable, Elder Charminei?" he growled. "Do you enjoy watching us all labor at your command?"
Charminei flushed hotly. "I was thinking. I do just as much work as the rest of you."
Brynte snorted. "Aye, thinking, that must be quite a chore for you."
Charminei narrowed her eyes and ignored the growing bystanders coming to watch the exchange. "Watch your tongue in the presence of your Elder."
"Some Elder," Brynte grumbled. "I will say what I like. I am not your mindless slave. The Elders council and lead their clan, but they don't rule the lives of the individuals. If you do not like what I say, then cut my tongue out." He smirked. "If you can."
Charminei blinked, realizing she'd walked into a clever trap. That was a thinly veiled challenge, one that anyone with half a mind could see. She would either have to answer it or back down, and the latter would not help the morale around here. She stiffened and glared at the smirking man. "Fine."
Brynte had brought his spear. He hefted it and backed up, the ring of onlookers forming a wide circle and creating an impromptu arena. Charminei did not summon any weapons; she never did care for them. Her power lay in her elemental abilities.
For a moment, the two stood and sized one another up, and the tension grew. This was a spar that would decide more than whether or not Brynte would lose his tongue.