Rarity teaser

This is a first draft and unedited. It is still copyrighted to me. Enjoy!



“Stop coddling me!” Lora shouted at Peter. “It’s been over a year since Dain stabbed me! You and Louis are the worst!”

Peter winced, but he didn’t advance against her.  “I can’t,” he admitted as he guarded himself against Lora’s offensive quarterstaff maneuver. “I know it doesn’t do either one of us any good, but—Ow!” He dropped his mace and shook his hand. “You broke my fingers!”

Lora shrugged but maintained her positioning. “Go to the healer. I need a partner who’ll actually fight me.” When he picked up his mace with his opposite hand, he glared at her, so she stuck out her tongue at him.

When Peter stomped off toward the healers, Lora lowered her quarterstaff and carefully moved toward Lord Nestor. She cleared her throat and waited to be acknowledged.

“Do you need the healers, Miss Lorana?” Lord Nestor asked. He sounded grouchy. He was always grouchy when he was watching sparring.

She shook her head and he raised an eyebrow. “I broke Peter’s fingers,” she explained. “Or his hand. Or something. He went to the healers, so I need a new partner.”

Lord Nestor snorted. “I think that’s the first time in five years you’ve sent someone to the infirmary. Apropos that it’s Peter,” he said with a chuckle.  “Jane!” he shouted.

Jane of Long Lake trotted over. “Yes, Lord Nestor?” Jane nodded to Lora. They were acquaintances, but didn’t socialize often, as they had closer groups of friends.

“You sent Salvator to the infirmary. Lora, here, sent Peter there. You’re partners for the rest of the lesson. Carry on.” He paused. “Christopher, you’re not meant to stab with the mace except as a last resort!”

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