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fandomhighdorms2010-04-12 11:22 am
brat_inslayage) wrote in fandomhighdorms2010-04-12 11:22 am
The Stables, Monday Midday
Kennedy had never once in her entire freaking life seen a problem with her tendency to decide what she wanted and then go for it with all the stops out. It was a perfectly normal approach to life, right? Totally valid. So where was the problem here?
The problem wasn't that Birgitte happened to share her approach to things she wanted; the problem was that Birgitte wanted exactly the opposite of what her mom did: namely, taking Mat's horse Pips out and offering the other kids pony rides, and not even Kennedy's offer of taking her out to the shooting range for crossbow practice was about to dissuade her.
The details of the (very long and fairly heated) "discussion" weren't important, but suffice to say the end result was Kennedy leaning against a tree pinching at the bridge of her nose while Birgitte paraded around the grounds in front of the stables with Pips, looking every inch like she knew exactly what she was doing and had every right to do it. Because she did, obviously. Kid had mad skills in the getting-her-way department, Kennedy had to give her that. She'd be proud of that once the headache went away.
And maybe she'd just give her dad a call later, to say hi. Call it a sudden epiphany of empathy or something.
[[open for any kids who want "pony" rides! pips modded with permission from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloody_luck, whose idea this was in the first place.]]
The problem wasn't that Birgitte happened to share her approach to things she wanted; the problem was that Birgitte wanted exactly the opposite of what her mom did: namely, taking Mat's horse Pips out and offering the other kids pony rides, and not even Kennedy's offer of taking her out to the shooting range for crossbow practice was about to dissuade her.
The details of the (very long and fairly heated) "discussion" weren't important, but suffice to say the end result was Kennedy leaning against a tree pinching at the bridge of her nose while Birgitte paraded around the grounds in front of the stables with Pips, looking every inch like she knew exactly what she was doing and had every right to do it. Because she did, obviously. Kid had mad skills in the getting-her-way department, Kennedy had to give her that. She'd be proud of that once the headache went away.
And maybe she'd just give her dad a call later, to say hi. Call it a sudden epiphany of empathy or something.
[[open for any kids who want "pony" rides! pips modded with permission from
bloody_luck, whose idea this was in the first place.]]
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"Well, that way I get to keep my allowance for the next ten years," Kennedy muttered under her breath. "Hey, I'm not gonna get in trouble for this, am I? 'cause this was way not my fault."
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Fun world Mat lived in.
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Well, she probably was. Mat thought they were bloody insane.
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Someone had her father's lack of self-preservation instinct. Or her mother's lack of tact. Both, most likely.
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One bad habit of her father's had carried over.
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Which was pretentious for "you aren't the boss of me."
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"Yeah?" she asked, putting a hand on Birgitte's shoulder. "And you're not over mine. Guess that leaves nobody here ordering anybody else around, huh?"
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