NaNoWriMo, part 4
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bookish_dragonTentative title: Whatever Happens. Subject to change.
Sitting here would not get any of these things done. Marnak got up. The novice who cleared off the tale later did not notice that one of the bowls was still full.
To her surprise Ameena got stopped as she wanted to step outside. "Not today, Sister Ameena," the head of the gardening team said. He was a big hulking man with green-stained fingers and leaves in his hair.
"Why not, Brother Dunbar?" Ameena asked the black haired man.
"You have another assignment for the day. You are to report to Brother Milbar." Dunbar turned to the other monks. Ameena went back inside. Milbar worked inside. It was rumoured that you were sent there if you had done something wrong. The assignments given were never pleasant. She had listened, and done her work well. There had never been any complaints about that. Why was she sent to him? Her face a mask of worry she knocked on the door to Milbar's room.
"Enter!" a voice barked. Ameena swallowed and opened the door. She entered a small darkened room. She adjusted to the gloom swiftly. Another 'benefit' from her forebear. She had never mentioned it to people once she had found out they could not see in the dark as she could. She finally saw a man sitting behind a desk. He appeared to be looking at the tabletop. "Do not stand there blinking like an owl. Get in!" Ameena closed the door behind her.
"I am in. Brother Milbar?"She looked down at the floor. The boards were very worn out.
"That is me. Sister Ameena I take it? You have been sent here for a new assignment, haven't you? Where is that notice I got from Father Morgenstern?" He searched for the notice amongst the other pieces of paper on his desk. So far he had not looked at Ameena. She risked to look up from studying a spot on the floor. Milbar had a sharp face, heavily lined, with a small mouth and a sharp nose. Finally he picked out a piece of paper from a pile with very similar looking pieces of paper with a deft gesture. "It says here that you are to assist the latest group." Milbar peered at the paper. "Mostly with the maps. Can you do that?" He looked at Ameena.
"I can. Thank you, Brother Milbar." She bowed, and hesitated. "Can I ask...?" She bit her lip.
"Ask what?"
"Why I had to go here to receive this? What am I being punished for?" She cast her eyes down again.
He grimaced, well aware of his reputation. "They do not tell me. Now off you go to the map-room, Sister Ameena."
"Yes, Brother Milbar." She bowed, and left the room. Milbar watched her go.
They did not notice the gardens around them coming to life with the various monks who were attending them. Olgyu had just swiped Bjernu's legs out from under him, and he was lying on his back in the dirt, looking up at the sky. He blinked against the upcoming sun. "Did you have to do it so hard?"
"Yes, it is good practice. Do not let the enemy get close enough to do that." She reached out a hand to help back on his feet. Bjernu gratefully took it, then spung around and twisted her arm behind her back.
"Or close enough to let them do this." He grinned.
"Indeed. Are you getting serious about this?" Olgyu asked.
"I might be."
"That is good to hear." She stomped on his foot. Wearing heavy boots this meant that his foot hurt a lot, being only protected by some soft leather. Bjernu let a cry of pain, and let go of her arm. He grabbed his foot in both hands, hopping on one leg. Olgyu flexed her arm. "Come on then."
"You stomped my foot!" He looked accusingly at her. She shrugged. He put his foot down. "Fine then. We will be getting more serious then." He drew his sword. Olgyu's grin got wider.
"This is getting to be good!" She drew her axe. "We stop at first blood, and nothing lethal. Save that for the enemy. Agreed?" Bjernu nodded.
Sitting here would not get any of these things done. Marnak got up. The novice who cleared off the tale later did not notice that one of the bowls was still full.
To her surprise Ameena got stopped as she wanted to step outside. "Not today, Sister Ameena," the head of the gardening team said. He was a big hulking man with green-stained fingers and leaves in his hair.
"Why not, Brother Dunbar?" Ameena asked the black haired man.
"You have another assignment for the day. You are to report to Brother Milbar." Dunbar turned to the other monks. Ameena went back inside. Milbar worked inside. It was rumoured that you were sent there if you had done something wrong. The assignments given were never pleasant. She had listened, and done her work well. There had never been any complaints about that. Why was she sent to him? Her face a mask of worry she knocked on the door to Milbar's room.
"Enter!" a voice barked. Ameena swallowed and opened the door. She entered a small darkened room. She adjusted to the gloom swiftly. Another 'benefit' from her forebear. She had never mentioned it to people once she had found out they could not see in the dark as she could. She finally saw a man sitting behind a desk. He appeared to be looking at the tabletop. "Do not stand there blinking like an owl. Get in!" Ameena closed the door behind her.
"I am in. Brother Milbar?"She looked down at the floor. The boards were very worn out.
"That is me. Sister Ameena I take it? You have been sent here for a new assignment, haven't you? Where is that notice I got from Father Morgenstern?" He searched for the notice amongst the other pieces of paper on his desk. So far he had not looked at Ameena. She risked to look up from studying a spot on the floor. Milbar had a sharp face, heavily lined, with a small mouth and a sharp nose. Finally he picked out a piece of paper from a pile with very similar looking pieces of paper with a deft gesture. "It says here that you are to assist the latest group." Milbar peered at the paper. "Mostly with the maps. Can you do that?" He looked at Ameena.
"I can. Thank you, Brother Milbar." She bowed, and hesitated. "Can I ask...?" She bit her lip.
"Ask what?"
"Why I had to go here to receive this? What am I being punished for?" She cast her eyes down again.
He grimaced, well aware of his reputation. "They do not tell me. Now off you go to the map-room, Sister Ameena."
"Yes, Brother Milbar." She bowed, and left the room. Milbar watched her go.
They did not notice the gardens around them coming to life with the various monks who were attending them. Olgyu had just swiped Bjernu's legs out from under him, and he was lying on his back in the dirt, looking up at the sky. He blinked against the upcoming sun. "Did you have to do it so hard?"
"Yes, it is good practice. Do not let the enemy get close enough to do that." She reached out a hand to help back on his feet. Bjernu gratefully took it, then spung around and twisted her arm behind her back.
"Or close enough to let them do this." He grinned.
"Indeed. Are you getting serious about this?" Olgyu asked.
"I might be."
"That is good to hear." She stomped on his foot. Wearing heavy boots this meant that his foot hurt a lot, being only protected by some soft leather. Bjernu let a cry of pain, and let go of her arm. He grabbed his foot in both hands, hopping on one leg. Olgyu flexed her arm. "Come on then."
"You stomped my foot!" He looked accusingly at her. She shrugged. He put his foot down. "Fine then. We will be getting more serious then." He drew his sword. Olgyu's grin got wider.
"This is getting to be good!" She drew her axe. "We stop at first blood, and nothing lethal. Save that for the enemy. Agreed?" Bjernu nodded.
