Yes!! Thank you for sending this in; Iâm always down for writing more Force stuff đđ @finnreyfridays
Finn frowned at the Wookieeâs unconscious form, snoring
softly on a medical cot far too small for him. Only when he was certain that
Chewbacca really was asleep did Finn stand and stretch. Beebee-ate whirred
quietly up at him as he stalked over to the bench nearby and almost collapsed.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, now that they were well on their way to
Soloâs mysterious friend, Finn let himself relax.
âHey.â
He opened his eyes. Rey stood in the doorway â covered in
sweat and grime, and maybe a little bit of Rathtar guts â staring at him with
soft brown eyes, a nervous smile on her lips. He sat up and smiled tiredly back
at her. âHey.â
âHowâre you doing? That thing, it grabbed you pretty hardâŠâ
Finn winced. âUh – now that you mention it-â
Before he could finish the thought â his entire body was
bruised, everything ached now that the adrenaline was leaving his system â Rey had
crossed the room and was pulling out the remnants of the medpack heâd just used
on Chewbacca. She sat down close to him. âHere. Let me help.â
Finn stared at her, and then leaned against the back of the
dirty seat. He peeled up his blacks â First Order blacks; he made a mental note
to look for another shirt, any other shirt â and Rey clicked her tongue as she
examined him. âBruised pretty bad â but nothingâs broken?â
He flashed her a semi-confident grin. âNothingâs broken.â
She pressed her lips together in a shy smile and her dark
eyes flicked down to her work. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Chewbaccaâs
impressively soft snores.
And then.
It took Finn a moment to realize that someone, somewhere,
was singing.
He sat up a little straighter, startling Rey. âHey-â
âShh â quiet,
quiet.â
Rey stilled her movements, and as Finn watched her,
realization slowly dawned on her face. She looked around in surprise, a medical
gauze bundled in one hand â the other cool and yet somehow also burning hot on
Finnâs skin â as she whispered under the melody, âYou hear it too?â
A warmth grew in his chest, deep in his blood. His skin
tingled, his mind stretched as the song filtered slowly through the Falconâs airflow. He couldnât tell where
it was coming from, butâŠ
But something told him that it was coming from everywhere.
iâve just finished reading the protector of the small series
for the dozenth time, and iâm just ⊠i canât help but imagine how the rest of
her life pans out
raoul says that giving kel all that she asks for within
reason to build her new refugee town is the crownâs way of saying theyâre sorry
for putting her people in danger. but the crown doesnât care about her people,
canât care about five hundred refugees when thereâs a whole war being waged.
theyâre not saying sorry for endangering the refugees.
theyâre thanking kel for winning the war.
no one can acknowledge what she did, running from her post
into enemy land to save her people was treason, and those that followed her
(besides domâs squad) committed treason too. they canât acknowledge what she
did, because then they would have to punish her for it, and theyâre not going
to do that. so giving her more supplies is their way of saying thanks, the only
way theyâll knows sheâll accept, this painfully practical girl who always,
always puts others before her own self-interest.
she killed blayce, and stopped the killing machines, the
only things that stood in the way of tortall winning the war. she marched into
scanra with a ragtag group and did in a couple weeks what the rest of the realm
hadnât been able to do for over a year.
the tales they must tell of the lady knight, of keladry of
mindelan.
they took her people, stole them right from under her nose.
so she marched into the heart of war and took them back, rather than follow
orders she flung herself like an arrow into enemy territory and killed the
famous mage that had stolen them, saved the adults, and then kept going and
saved all the children too. she didnât leave anyone behind. she refused to
leave anyone behind.
commoners trust her, like her. they know that if they follow
the lady knight she wonât abandon or abuse them. kel has this gift for making everyone
around her shine a little brighter, she brings out the best in people.
her maid lalasa becomes the best seamstress in tortall and
opens up her own dress shop, making dresses for the queen and other noble ladies.
kel picks up an abused boy from an inn, one touched my horse magic, and he finally
gets to use his gift, sharpens himself with it, and learns weapons.
she hates praise, is only trying to work and do right by
those around her. but just as raoul told her when she was a squire, sheâs a
commander, a natural leader, and people flock to her.
i like the idea of kel accidentally becoming powerful. not
with the nobles, but with the commoners. whispers travel fast, and everyone
knows about kel, soon commoners sheâs never met trust her with their lives,
will follow her orders when theyâd follow no otherâs, just based on what theyâve
heard, what they know sheâs done for others.
kel could single handedly lead the commoners in a rebellion
against the crown, if she so desired. she doesnât. sheâs loyal to the crown,
and if sheâs unsure how she feels about their current king and queen, she knows
how she feels about roald and shinkokami.
toby eventually goes to work in the palace as a horse
breeder and trainer. every time kel or her squire (she has several, over the
years. after her first stunningly successful squire, the crown quietly offers
her a gold purse for every squire she takes on so she can afford to outfit
them. she tries to protest, but they only call it an investment â those under
her tutelage always prove invaluable to the crown) need a horse, heâs the one
who supplies them, and he wonât accept any payment. kel tries to argue, but
toby only laughs at her. she raised him after she took him in, and he calls her
mother more often than not, and refuses anything she tries to give him.
itâs like lalasa, who after all these years as a fabulously
wealthy and famous designer and seamstress, still mends the holes in kelâs
clothes, still fits her for everything she wears, and makes her dresses whenever
she has an occasion to wear them. and still wonât take anything for her work.
they are the rule, not the exception. kel becomes the person
who âknows a guyâ for almost everything, and there seems like there always some
sort of tradesperson or someone who knows someone who feels indebted to kel.
the king jokes they could replace their spy network just with the friends kelâs
made on the road, and sheâs appalled.
when sheâs older, and had spent decades fighting, they offer
her a position â the pagesâ training master.
under her, the pages are stronger, smarter, kinder. the knights
whoâd complained about her appointment shut up when they take her pages on as
squires.
kel enjoys fighting. but she loves teaching, and it shows.
as much as wyldon had disliked this position, kel loves it.
and when it all threatens to overwhelm her â her best
friend, sir nealan, is just down the hall. he and yuki live at the palace,
where he divides his time between teaching magic classes to those pages who
have the gift, and assisting in the infirmary.
i have 15 yearsâ worth of outstanding library fines in three separate cities and itâs my hope that eventually a bounty hunter librarian will come to collect and weâll get in a bar fight and fall in love
I also canât rent movies in two different towns so thereâs that.
Iâm newly terrified by the implication that librarians arenât people and Iâve misjudged what exactly Iâm up against