Crossed Swords; Chapter 1

by Calla in the Land of Lore and Myths

Blowing her grown out bangs away from her face, Marke Wavecrest hunkered down to tie her bootlaces. The pages uniform was a bright splash of greens and blues in the morning light. This was her frist day of real training and she didn't want to muck it up. "Where is my... Oh there," she muttered to herself as she gathered up a hair-tie and began to plait her lusterous mahagony hair. Her deep blue eyes twinkled with concentration as she murmered to no one in particular, "Right, left, over,under,around... There."

Arriving in the Page and Squire eating hall, Marke grabbed some food and looked for a place to sit down. She didn't know anyone yet, and had no intetion of getting mixed up with less than noble people. Finding an empty table, she plunked herself donw and began her breakfast. Suddenly, a smooth, mocking voice came, "Well, look here boys. It seems they are allowing scum into the halls now."
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Sorry so short. My TV show is on.