Caught out in Milliways

[heatherandsteel]

It had been a long night with a tiring session with Etienne then going to Goldengreen to check in with Toby and see how she's doing.

After that, no one was free to give him a ride back so he decided to take a bus back to Toby's apartment. He should be able to make it before dawn without a problem and later he could tell Toby, she would like that he'd taken the bus.

The bus driver hadn't blinked at the leaves he'd made seem like coins and it was quiet until they broke down a few blocks from Toby's place and he could feel dawn pressing down.

He quickly got out and made his way into the park, but the trees changed and then dawn hit and he held onto a tree and tried to remember how to breath.

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[the_lioness]

"Leaving you vulnerable."

More than vulnerable, really, if he had that much trouble breathing. He had sounded like a dying man gasping for breath.

[heatherandsteel]

"I'm usually inside, but couldn't get there in time. I don't know how I'm here and not in the park,"

All he wants to do is sleep but he doesn't have the energy to put up an illusion, not yet.

[the_lioness]

"How do we ever find ourselves here? It is a mystery."

Alanna unbuckles her sword and sits down beside him.

"Is it over?"

[heatherandsteel]

He takes another breath, feeling the air and nods as he leans on the tree, his shoulder bumping her.

Even his outfit isn't disguised, he's also in a tunic, "Yes, but I'm not up to doing anything yet. I'm too tired."

[the_lioness]

She likes his tunic. It is not so dissimilar to her own.

"That I could definitely help, if you'd let me."

[heatherandsteel]

"Do I have to do anything?"

Any help is good but there's usually some price that comes with it. At the moment, he's not sure he can do more than walk and then sleep and his Canadian accent is stronger.

[the_lioness]

"Nothing," Alanna tells him, "except, ah, let me hold your hand."

She extends hers again, cheeks slightly red.

[heatherandsteel]

"I can do that,"

He smiles and puts his hand in hers as he leans on her and the tree.

[the_lioness]

As soon as he does, Alanna starts chewing on her bottom lip. Holding someone's hand -- someone who isn't Jon -- feels strange.

She takes a deep breath and watches his face, calling upon her Gift to transfer a fair amount of energy to Quentin. It's the magical equivalent of a pot of strong coffee, with bonus endorphins.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's notices that Alan's nervous and isn't sure why, this is comfortable and he's used to Raj always being in his personal space. Alan's magic is amazing, he feels like he just slept for a few hours,

"Oak and ash, that's powerful."

[the_lioness]

Clearing her throat, she lets go of his hand and sits back.

"It can be."

A shrug, bumping her shoulder against his again.

"Feel better?"

[heatherandsteel]

"I do and I'm not as tired. What were you doing out here?"

He should put his disguise back up, now that he can, but he'll wait until he goes someplace with other people.

[the_lioness]

She's glad he hasn't. It's nice, seeing him like this.

"I come here to think sometimes. It's difficult to get a moment alone at the palace."

Especially when you're the Prince's squire.

[heatherandsteel]

"Yeah, I can see how that could be. There's always a lot of people at court and you have to watch what you say and do. Its nice here,"

Saying that shouldn't give anything away, he's a page and courts are courts.

[the_lioness]

Courts are courts, but Quentin hadn't mentioned much of anything about that before.

"You speak from experience?"

Beat.

"About the courts."

Clarification seems necessary, lest he decide to be a smart ass; that whole similarity to Jon thing makes her cautious.

[heatherandsteel]

"Yes, I do. I'm a page and a foster at the Duchy of Shadowed Hills,"

Its been too long a night and morning for him to be a smart-ass and she helped him, though he does smirk as he says, "Now you know all my secrets."

The look in his eyes is serious but she hasn't run or tried to kill him with iron.

[the_lioness]

Alanna laughs, a surprisingly husky sound.

"Oh, I very much doubt that."

Looking forward, she digs her fingers into the dirt and lets it trickle back to the ground like a little kid.

"You're old for a page. In Tortall, at least." She glances at him. "Do you like it there?"

[heatherandsteel]

"True, its fun being mysterious. I'm going to be squired soon. I even know which knight, I just need to make sure it happens without a problem. I do,"

He needs to make certain that Duke Torquill and Toby will help, he knows his parents approve.

[the_lioness]

"It sounds as if you are selecting the knight, not the other way around."

She has to smirk. Often Alanna finds other worlds work quite differently than her own. It gives her hope, in a way. Still, imagining it as anyone other than the knight's choice is... startling.

(Just wait until she has to select her own.)

[heatherandsteel]

"I am. I mean I'll ask the Duke's permission and hers, but Toby needs me as her squire, she just doesn't know it yet. How does it work for you? Were you assigned?"

That would make sense and he knows that's how it works. He's seen enough squires go to knights, but he's doing what he can to make the system work here.

[the_lioness]

Alanna freezes.







"Your knight is... a woman?"

Forgive her, Quentin. The questions will keep.

[heatherandsteel]

The way Alan freezes up isn't good and Quentin faces her then frowns as he can taste some of that purple magic in the air,

"Will be, but yes. Alan, are you still doing magic?"

[the_lioness]

In fact, it is good; Alanna loves hearing about places that let women do what they want. It's just that it reminds her how much is at stake in her own life.

"What? No. Quentin," she says more slowly, "is that really allowed?"

Faithful chooses that moment to put in an appearance, peering up at Quentin with his otherworldly gaze.

[heatherandsteel]

"Of course its allowed and Toby earned her knighthood and keeps earning it. But your magic is there,"

When Faithful appears, he glances down but keeps looking at Alanna and trying to make sense of what he can sense. Its incredibly subtle.

[the_lioness]

Alanna frowns, following his gaze to Faithful. She stares at her cat for a moment, vaguely curious where he's been, and answers,

"No, it's not. I mean, it is, but I'm not actively using it. Our Gift is tied to our life force. I can't use too much or I pass out."

She brushes it off, turning to what really matters.

"I don't doubt she has. I'm... glad for her. And you. It's just that only noble sons are allowed to train for knighthood in Tortall."