Raelie the Meek
Zev (Zevlynor) Kar’ryghan looked down at Raelie Baker. Small, meek, Raelie Baker. And all he saw was mouse ears. They poked out of her auburn curls like bow wings, except that bow wings don’t twitch. And this tiny, adorable woman looked right at him with what he assumed was her serious face. He didn’t hear what she said as he’d been too focused on the freckles spattered across her tiny heart-shaped face and the enormous spectacles that sat atop her nose.
She punched him in the side to get his attention – or at least he thought that’s what she’d tired to do. He hadn’t felt a thing, only noticed that a deep frown had settled on her full lips and she was now glaring at him. “What?” He asked, snapping out of his daze.
“I said, I want you to teach me,” she glowered, stomping her tiny foot.
“I’m sorry, teach you what exactly?”
“Teach me how to fight.”
Zev couldn’t help but fall over laughing at that. They were in the middle of a crowded port-town city square, and he was on the ground. Laughing. This tiny woman who didn’t have enough force in her entire body to punch him with any effect more than a tap wanted him to teach her how to fight.
“It’s not funny!” She stomped her tiny feet at him. “I mean it! I need to learn how to defend myself and I know you can teach me.”
Zev sat up and looked Raelie in the eye. With the most serious voice he could muster he said, “Look, I have more strength in my pinky that you have in your entire body. I can’t help you.” He tried to stand up, but she moved in closer and stood over him.
“So, I’ll get stronger,” arms crossed, knees apart, eyes peering down her nose. She at least had the intimidation stance down. With consistent training and maybe some stealth work, she might even prove useful to the guild. No one would suspect this helpless creature to be an assassin for the most notorious merchant guild in the Northern Seas.
“Zev?” She smacked his forehead.
“Ow! What?” That had actually hurt.
“So, does that mean you’ll train me?” Her grin reached her ears, or at least where human ears would have been if not for the mouse ears atop her head.
Zev rolled his eyes and got off the ground. “We start at dawn. Don’t be late.”
She punched him in the side to get his attention – or at least he thought that’s what she’d tired to do. He hadn’t felt a thing, only noticed that a deep frown had settled on her full lips and she was now glaring at him. “What?” He asked, snapping out of his daze.
“I said, I want you to teach me,” she glowered, stomping her tiny foot.
“I’m sorry, teach you what exactly?”
“Teach me how to fight.”
Zev couldn’t help but fall over laughing at that. They were in the middle of a crowded port-town city square, and he was on the ground. Laughing. This tiny woman who didn’t have enough force in her entire body to punch him with any effect more than a tap wanted him to teach her how to fight.
“It’s not funny!” She stomped her tiny feet at him. “I mean it! I need to learn how to defend myself and I know you can teach me.”
Zev sat up and looked Raelie in the eye. With the most serious voice he could muster he said, “Look, I have more strength in my pinky that you have in your entire body. I can’t help you.” He tried to stand up, but she moved in closer and stood over him.
“So, I’ll get stronger,” arms crossed, knees apart, eyes peering down her nose. She at least had the intimidation stance down. With consistent training and maybe some stealth work, she might even prove useful to the guild. No one would suspect this helpless creature to be an assassin for the most notorious merchant guild in the Northern Seas.
“Zev?” She smacked his forehead.
“Ow! What?” That had actually hurt.
“So, does that mean you’ll train me?” Her grin reached her ears, or at least where human ears would have been if not for the mouse ears atop her head.
Zev rolled his eyes and got off the ground. “We start at dawn. Don’t be late.”
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