Creative Writing: Fianna

Fianna bent down low to the ground her fingers tracing the familiar patterns of human feet. “They’re not guards, the footprint is too light for the heavy metal of the boot.” She stood looking down at the trekking of the small foot prints, “It’s either a woman or a small man. They appear to be wearing soft commoner slippers, and have a slight limp in there left side, which could be from a bag or a weapon of some sort. Possibly even an injury.” She turned to the figure standing beside her, brushing some of her light strawberry blonde hair out of her eyes, “No threat.”
The figure beside her, a young man with dark black hair, examined the prints with quick flashing eyes. Fianna bristled at this, how he dare not take her word for it. Not like he
“We were staying at a Tavern, and I guess someone there recognized us from the wanted posters. There was a riot, and it took a little while to escape without anyone following us or harming us.” Ruven explained.
Master Kalar chuckled.
Fianna’s insides bubbled. She was furious at him, but she also knew well enough to keep her tongue. Spikes went through her heart when he said her name. Fianna Fallo. She wanted to slap him. “Yes Master?”
“Do you think this is an honorable reason to be late? An acceptable reason to be late?” His voice sounded condescending as though he was talking to a child. The answer was right in front of her, say no say no. If she said no, then she and Ruven wouldn’t be punished as harshly then if she said yes. If she said no, then things would be easier.
“Yes.” Her voice was cold as the ice from Dutchett, smooth, so cold it felt like fire when you touched it. She watched him through the broken strands of her hair, watched him blink, and watched his face morph momentarily into rage.
“Fianna.” Ruven hissed beside her, there was a plea in his voice. She gritted her teeth.
“You think that ever being late in my presence is acceptable?” Master Kalar roared.
“Say no.” Ruven whispered beside her, “Just say no. Or we’ll be