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Title: Match
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Cara
Word Count: 275
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
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legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Cara - toddler'
Summary: She hated to admit it, but Cara was beginning to believe that she'd finally met her match.
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She hated to admit it, but Cara was beginning to believe that she'd finally met her match.
She crossed her arms and glared at her opponent over the top of them, putting the entire weight of almost twenty years of Mord'Sith training into the look. It didn't work - her opponent simply glared back at her, bottom lip jutting mulishly.
This was intolerable. Cara's fingers twitched impatiently, the urge to reach for her agiels almost overwhelming. But Richard's instructions had been very clear and she forced herself to relax, trying to adopt a more reasonable tone.
"You will do as you're told."
That was reasonable for Cara, at least, and on balance she was impressed with her patience. Had it been any situation but this, she would already have struck.
"Shan't," came the response, and Cara's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Caralynn Rahl." She enunciated each word clearly, uncrossing her arms and taking another step closer to the small child staring up at her. "You will do as you are told."
Caralynn's lip quivered, her shoulders drooping despondently as she stared up at Cara. The glare disappeared from Caralynn's face as her eyes widened beseechingly and small tears formed on her lashes.
The quiver on her lip grew more pronounced.
Oh for...
"Fine," Cara snapped out through gritted teeth. "One more hour, that's all. And then it's bedtime."
Caralynn's quiver turned into a look of sheer glee and she clapped her hands together delightedly, all sunshine now that she'd got her own way.
Cara signed, resigned to being outmanoeuvred by a three-year-old. One thing was certain - this was the last time she was babysitting for Richard and Kahlan.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Cara
Word Count: 275
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Cara - toddler'Summary: She hated to admit it, but Cara was beginning to believe that she'd finally met her match.
-o-
She hated to admit it, but Cara was beginning to believe that she'd finally met her match.
She crossed her arms and glared at her opponent over the top of them, putting the entire weight of almost twenty years of Mord'Sith training into the look. It didn't work - her opponent simply glared back at her, bottom lip jutting mulishly.
This was intolerable. Cara's fingers twitched impatiently, the urge to reach for her agiels almost overwhelming. But Richard's instructions had been very clear and she forced herself to relax, trying to adopt a more reasonable tone.
"You will do as you're told."
That was reasonable for Cara, at least, and on balance she was impressed with her patience. Had it been any situation but this, she would already have struck.
"Shan't," came the response, and Cara's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Caralynn Rahl." She enunciated each word clearly, uncrossing her arms and taking another step closer to the small child staring up at her. "You will do as you are told."
Caralynn's lip quivered, her shoulders drooping despondently as she stared up at Cara. The glare disappeared from Caralynn's face as her eyes widened beseechingly and small tears formed on her lashes.
The quiver on her lip grew more pronounced.
Oh for...
"Fine," Cara snapped out through gritted teeth. "One more hour, that's all. And then it's bedtime."
Caralynn's quiver turned into a look of sheer glee and she clapped her hands together delightedly, all sunshine now that she'd got her own way.
Cara signed, resigned to being outmanoeuvred by a three-year-old. One thing was certain - this was the last time she was babysitting for Richard and Kahlan.
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