bakerstreet | Mistletoe Meme

[Cara's standing under this mistletoe (though she doesn't exactly notice it - it looks like any other stupid plant to her), arms folded over her chest, eyebrows arched. Totally unimpressed. She'd tried to move, and it was like slamming into a wall, so she's all irritated.]

It appears we are stuck.

[She doesn't like being stuck.]

[Kahlan, on the other hand, is feeling her way around this enclosed space. She's frowning, though it's more thoughtful than annoyed. She's noticed the mistletoe as well, but neither of them can reach it unless Cara lets Kahlan stand on her shoulders again (which she will likely suggest soon enough, but anyway).]

That seems to be the case... it must be some kind of magical barrier. [Powerful magic!! Her gaze flickers up to the plant, and she motions toward it.] Do you see that?

[She huffs, uncrossing her arms and reaching a hand out to slap it against the invisible wall.]

Obviously.

[At Kahlan's motion, she too looks up at the mistletoe. Her eyebrows inch further upward.] It's a plant, Kahlan. [A beat.] You think we've been trapped by a plant. [She says this flatly, with no trace of amusement. Kahlan this is stupid and you are stupid. And this plant is stupid and so is its mother.]

[That gets a pointed look, but Kahlan's response is remarkably patient. She knows it sounds improbable, but come on, Cara. Literally everything that happens to them is dumb and improbable in some way, shape or form.] I'm not sure if we have or not. I've never seen a plant like that before, and stranger things have happened. If we could get a closer look...

[She stares at Cara expectantly, as if to nonverbally urge her to take on the task of the world's prickliest stepping stool again.]

[The pointed look merely gets an impassive, cool stare in return. Things in her life were much simpler and much, much less moronic when she lived with her sisters at the temple. All she'd had to worry about was who, when, and how to torture. None of this powerful magic ruining everything and making a fool of her. It's as though Richard is the Seeker of Ridiculous Mishaps Designed Solely to Irritate Mord'Sith Stupid Enough to Follow Him.

And then as she understands what Kahlan is obnoxiously and nonverbally requesting, her expression changes to one that says: "Are you kidding me. Are you really being serious right now."] Oh no. I'm not doing that again.

Cara, we'll be trapped here otherwise, and I don't see any other hints. [There's a thin hint of exasperation in her tone, but she's mostly keeping it together.] It'll only take a moment. I'll make it quick.

[After a moment of thought, she adds:] Unless you have another idea. [Her arms cross; she tilts her head. Ball's in your park, tsundere.]

[Excuse me, Mother Confessor, but if anyone's got the right to be exasperated, it's Cara?? She's the one that is being drafted into footstool duty again.

Cara rests her hands on her hips, and looks up at the mistletoe again.] It might be dangerous. Last time we did this, you fell. Richard ordered me to protect you, and I can't risk you breaking your neck.

[Smirk smirk smirk super Smuggy McSmuggerton over here is like aw yeah Kahlan: 0, Me: A BAJILLION.

[In contrast, Kahlan could not possibly lineface any harder. Arms still crossed, she points out a flaw in Cara's reasoning.]

That may be so, but the longer we're trapped here, the greater the chances of Richard ending up in danger.

[Her eyes flicker back up to the mistletoe, and oh no, her determined face is on.] I appreciate your concern, but I'm willing to take the risk if it'll free us. [A pause.] It isn't as high as the torch, at least. [Small favors...]

[Kahlan why do you have to be such a bitch! Why can't you be the footstool!! WHY CAN'T YOU OFFER TO BE THE FOOTSTOOL.

Cara is just going to stare for awhile. Kahlan you are supposed to be like kind and shit she cannot believe this but okay since Cara is clearly more awesome and chivalrous than you, she will eventually throw up her hands and sigh deeply.]

Fine.

[~~Because she knew you would end up doing it anyway, Cara.~~ Because Cara is better suited for it! Now hush up.

Kahlan has to dip her head to hide a triumphant smile, and when she looks up again, she's all business.] Thank you, Cara.

[Back to feeling along the walls, and finally she stops at a place right beneath the mistletoe.] If you kneel by the barrier here, I can climb up and get a better look at the plant.

[Don't think Cara can't see what you're doing, Kahlan. She is very observant, and very annoyed. And you don't have to look so pleased with yourself, it wounds her Mord'Sith pride.

Cara ignores the thank you and stomps over to the place Kahlan has indicated, kneeling gracefully in spite of her irritation. Her voice, however, does nothing to hide that she would like to poke Kahlan with an Agiel or two, and that she totally would if it weren't for her vow to Richard.]

Will this do, Mother Confessor?

[Smuggy McSmuggerton has evolved into Scowly McScowlerson.]

[She's trying not to look pleased! It's just that Cara is such a big surly jerk that it's funny sometimes.

She nods in approval, and, fully aware of the fact that Cara would not be above inflicting violence if she were to dawdle, makes quick work of standing up on the Mord'Sith's shoulders. This is extremely awkward for both of them!! But what can you do.]

Now, if you stand...I'm sure I can reach it. [It isn't too far up, and with any luck, she won't fall again. Her poor back.]

[With a care that somewhat belies her earlier show of exasperation, Cara stands slowly, holding Kahlan's feet tightly to her shoulders. It's uncomfortable, but she is Mord'Sith, and a little discomfort is nothing to her.

Hopefully she won't be asked to stand on her toes.]

[As Kahlan had guessed, the little sprig of mistletoe isn't quite as high up as that torch had been. She still has to stretch to reach it, but this time she doesn't request that Cara stand on her toes.]

There's something here... [She grits her teeth, reaches, and grabs at the mistletoe again. It doesn't budge, but the piece of paper tied around it does loosen and land in her palm like it is meant to be there.] There! I've got it.

[There's a vague grunt of pain when Kahlan has to push off her collarbones to make a grab at the plant, but otherwise remarkably little in the way of complaining.

When Kahlan says she's got whatever it is, Cara kneels just as slowly as she'd risen, keeping careful hold of Kahlan's ankles to keep her steady. As stupid as she finds the situation, she truly doesn't want any harm to come to her. And Richard would probably have a lot of things to say if she brought Kahlan back in less than mostly perfect shape. Better to avoid any problems altogether.]

What is it?

[Kahlan climbs down as carefully and as quickly as she can manage. Only once she's back on the ground does she unfold the little scrap of paper.]

I believe it's a note. [Annd she reads said note to herself.

Abruptly, her eyes widen; her jaw sets.] This has to be some sort of joke.

[Cara straightens up, resists the urge to rub at the sore spot on her shoulder. That would be a sign of weakness, ofc, and Cara likes to remind people at every opportunity that she's the least weak person in all the land.

So instead she stands all manry-like, legs apart, arms hanging at her sides. Kahlan's reaction to the note concerns her, somewhat. That's one of Kahlan's angry faces, and she's familiar enough with most of them to know they rarely mean anything good.]

What does it say?

It's — [Kahlan both looks and sounds distracted, and moves to feel along the invisible walls that have them trapped again.

The hand holding the little note curls into a fist briefly, and then relaxes. Reluctantly, she hands it over for Cara to read. She'd rather that than have to explain.] A...condition we need to fulfill.

[Kahlan's distraction is evident, and Cara is definitely curious as to what might be on that paper to have rattled the Mother Confessor so.

She doesn't let her curiosity show as she reaches for it, though - rather she settles her expression into one of disinterested boredom. Feelings as weakness has been the hardest of her lessons to shake; she would rather appear uncaring than overly invested in anything, lest it be used against her.

The short bark of laughter that escapes when she reads the note betrays her, as does the slow smirk that follows. She might actually be able to have some fun with this.]

Well... [She says this stepping very nearly too far into Kahlan's personal space.] We seem to have found a way out.

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kahlan amnell | legend of the seeker

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