#tresdin

“Fine, I give up.”

“You what?” The Legion Commander stared down at the man lying on the ground in front of her. She didn’t trust her ears.

“I need to rest, and I guess that these are the only words that will make you stop. I’ll repeat it: I give up.”

It was probably true, but Tresdin would’ve never expected a warrior like Davion the Dragon Knight to say them. “But, the sun hasn’t even set!”

Laughing, Davion pushed himself up on one elbow. He didn’t touch his sword, though, which was lying next to him. “You wanted to fight all day long? From sunrise to sunset? Are you crazy?”

“I…” Tresdin started, then she registered what question she had been asked. “No! I’m not crazy! I just… I thought you’d want to use the day to find out who’s the better warrior.”

“I never said that.” Slowly, the knight got up, still not touching his weapon. It could make the Commander charge him again if she thought he didn’t mean what he’d said. Not touching was the safest option here. “I said I wanted to spar.”

“In my defence,” finally Tresdin lowered her weapon, the blade now no longer pointing at Davion. “I’m used to creatures using this sentence as cover for kicking my ass and showing how much better than me they are. I couldn’t know that you actually only wanted to spar.”

They stared at each other. “Well, great. I don’t care who’s better. I just wanted to have some fun.” The Dragon Knight didn’t move. He was still unsure about taking his weapon. “It was fun, but I’d like to rest for a while. Maybe take a drink.” He hesitated when he wanted to grab his sword, pointed at it but didn’t lift it off the ground. “You won’t attack me when I take it, will you?”

Clearly taken aback by this question, Tresdin removed her helmet with one hand and pinned it underneath her arm. “Fuck no, why would I do that after you said you give up and want to rest?” She couldn’t see his face, but when he didn’t answer immediately, she frowned. “I am not crazy!” With a snort, she turned away and left the fighting area. After flinging her helmet onto a bench and her weapon onto a table nearby, she dunked her head into a barrel of water. Water dripping onto her armour, she shouted: “I’ll get us some drinks, when you don’t think I’ll attack you while we are sitting there drinking together, you are welcome to join me and we can rest together for a while.”

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Christmas with the Crystal Maiden (Secret Santa 2017). I hope you enjoy it, especially whoever I gifted this to :)                                                                        

                                                                  Rylai, the Crystal Maiden, opened the door of the house. It was way too early in the morning for Tresdin to be awake so she didn't bother with knocking. The door was unlocked anyway so she simply entered.

Maybe she could prepare breakfast or something for when the Legion Commander woke up. As soon as she saw the living room, she supposed she'd not do that. She'd probably try not to touch anything here, at all.

The house was a mess. It was dirty and untidy, lots of stuff lying around everywhere. There wasn't even a way through the room, one had to step on things or jump over them. Clothes, weapons, armour but also food, bottles and… Rylai frowned. She didn't want to know what some of these things were.

The Maiden just wanted to leave and wait outside, when she heard a battle cry and, out of pure instinct, ducked underneath a sword clearly aimed to take her head off. "Tresdin!"

Her heart had skipped a beat and was now racing furiously in her chest as she squatted on the floor. That had been a close call. Why did the Legion Commander attack her like some maniac?

The female warrior was completely naked, gripping a giant blade with both hands. Her hair was tousled from sleep, her skin flushed, her breasts heaving and her eyes unfocused. She had definitely just gotten up, had maybe heard someone entering her house and had charged without checking who it was first. When she heard her name, she stopped and blinked, her gaze locking on the crouching woman.

"Oh, Rylai." Tresdin, the Legion Commander, took a step back and lowered her weapon. Her expression was sheepish as she scratched her head with one hand. "Um, sorry?"

Rylai expelled a breath and slowly got up. "Nice greeting."

"Well, has no one ever told you not to sneak up on a warrior? I heard someone, I attacked."

"I wasn't sneaking." She put her hands on her hips. "And besides, we have an appointment."

The still naked Commander frowned and dropped her hand. "We have?" She looked outside, at the rising sun. "This early? You sure I agreed to that?"

"In two days is Christmas. We have our annual appointment, like we had the last fifteen years or such."

"It's what?!"

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