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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

Well.

It was raining popsicles and suntan lotion today. Because Fandom liked to make the newbies cry sometimes. Yes, the island had a sense of humor about these things.

We've all learned to accept that and move on with our lives. Well, all of us except for Britta. But she's the worst.

[~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here and here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible.]

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Cara drew herself straight, a hand resting casually on an agiel.

"The sisters of the agiel are dedicated to protecting and serving the Lord Rahl, ruler of D'Hara." Unless the Lord Rahl took it upon himself to betray the Mord'Sith and slaughter them en masse, leaving any survivors with a choice between two overwhelming and opposing loyalties, but it was unlikely that would happen. Again. At least not while Richard was Lord Rahl.

Betrayal was, in Jaime's experience, as common as the changing of the seasons. Sometimes slower, sometimes faster.

He'd be the expert on it, after all.

"You're a knight." He wasn't laughing, but it was a close thing.

For all her cynicism, Cara believed in loyalty, it's how she tended to get blindsided by other people betraying her even when she knew better. Dahlia.

"No, I'm a Mord'Sith." Yeeeeah, the Midlands were kind of lacking in knights or a 'noble' chivalric tradition. "Why would I want to be a knight?" Yes she was implying that being a Mord'Sith was better than being a knight. Because it was.

Loyalty was a tricky thing when you were sworn to a madman.

"I haven't a clue," he said cheerfully. "I'm certain I would have had an answer no more than a year ago."

Tell her about it.

Cara raised an eyebrow, because she certainly wasn't going to admit to that sounding familiar. "And what would you have said then?"

"Something about honor and duty, no doubt. Glory might have made an appearance in the speech."

His right arm flexed as though he made a fist.

"Nothing about prowess as warriors?" Cara asked idly. It wasn't that Mord'Sith didn't care about duty and honour, they just cared about them differently, and she got those looks from Richard and Kahlan when she tried to explain.

Her eyes followed the line of Jamie's arm, but she didn't say anything, mostly because commenting on the gold being kind of flashy wouldn't really have added anything to the conversation.

"Oh, any man can be good enough to kill." Your average sellsword, for example. He smiled, following her eyes to the stump and golden hand. A last gift from his father before...

"Not all men can be a knight, though. Protecting the weak, serving the king--the number of those have dropped dramatically now, which makes it easier."

Cara rolled her eyes. "Because the king is never the one the weak need protecting from." If that were the case, there'd be no need for a Seeker or a Mother Confessor.

"The king needs it the most," he said with a smile, thinking of Tommen. Sweet, young Tommen who had never been trained to rule. And, perhaps, that was why he would make a better king that Joffrey ever was.

Given that Darken Rahl and Joffery would probably have been the very best of pen pals, Cara was understanderbly somewhat...sceptical there. Even if she was likely to agree that as rulers went Richard needed all the protecting.

"In my experience, most kings are far less likely to rescue kittens from trees," or else order their faithful Mord'Sith to do so, Richard. "And far more likely to break their necks to cure a bad mood." Insert victim of choice who wouldn't fight back if no kittens were available.

Joffrey... It was probably for the best that he had not been free and at King's Landing for that debacle.

"I am in perfect agreement with you," he replied cheerfully. "Which means they are in the most need of protection. Even from themselves."

Especially if one of those kittens was named Ser Pounce.

"I do hope you're referring to the former rather than the latter there, because otherwise our agreement is less than perfect."

And the last thing Cara needed was Richard deciding to adopt the kittens. ~~Maybe if he found a puppy instead.~~

GET HIM THREE.

"I did not say what manner the protection would come in," Jaime replied with a smile.

No matter how ridiculously adorable ~~Cara~~ Kahlan would find that, she'd only end up having to take care of them and Richard.

Cara tilted her head thoughtfully, because again, this wasn't sounding at all like something she'd admit to. "Or wouldn't?" To refer to completely hypothetical examples.

He smiled again, nodding at nothing in particular. "You catch on quickly."

Not that she had any particular reasons to. None at all. "Quickly enough."

"Are you a student here or a teacher?"

"I graduated this spring. So technically neither." And not having a solid way to define yourself was just so much fun!

Tell that to the knight without a sword hand!

"Ah, and here you remain. Is this place really so alluring?" He ignored another chunk of pink colored ice hitting his cloak. As one does.

There were certain people who were alluring, but that was another matter entirely.

"Richard...Lord Rahl, wants me here until the end of summer," Cara said, her expression not betraying reflexive twinge of rejection. "So here I am. Stuck doing..." She shrugged.

"Whatever it is one does in the in between," he filled in for her. "How are you with a sword?"

"Yes." That was a much less mortifying answer than 'helping an insane pink pony teach history you think might be wrong but can't be certain how'.

She flashed him something that might be termed a grin. Might. Teeth were involved? "I prefer my agiels, but I'm more than capable." Even while wearing ridiculous dresses, could Jaime say that?

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Well no. That dubious honor went to Brienne. Though he might have looked better in the dress than her...

"I trust you know the valor of discretion as well."

Since Ser Ilyn was no longer there to assist him in relearning everything.

Cara nodded. "Unless it involves betraying existing loyalties, but I doubt that would be an issue."

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