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"How come you're not a knight?" asks the child.

They drop two more small yellow petals into the basket without looking up, but they're waiting for my answer.

"Mm...weeeell, I'm not certain." I shrug as I add my own yellow petals to the basket. It's rapidly becoming full despite the small size of the petals and the few workers. Just me and the child.

"What do you mean?" they ask. They finish their flower and pick up another one from the pile, plucking its yellow petals just like before and dropping them carefully into the basket.

I grin. "Their Maj tried to make me a knight before. So, tis not as though I'm unworthy of that position." The wind carries one of my petals out of my fingers, but I deftly catch it and put it into the basket. I continue putting more petals there. "And, others have asked me this same thing. Several times. I have to say no every time, and they look shocked. Appalled. Bamboozled!"

"But why aren't you a knight?" They pick up a new flower, discarding the petal-less one. "Don't you want to be one?"

I pause in my petal-plucking, tilting my head back to regard the clear blue sky for a few heartbeats. A small copse of trees shields us from the sun, which is a relief since tis been quite hot lately. The breeze refreshes us even after hours of work, gathering medicinal herbs for the doctors and the child's mother, a well-known herbalist.

"Not really," I say with another shrug.

The child is quiet. I finally finish the flower I was plucking, drop it in the moderately sized compost pile to my left, and reach for a new flower to pluck.

Oh. There's none.

I put my hands on my knees and smile at the child, who is leaning forward with their eyes on the basket. "Do you want to be a healer?" I ask them.

"Yes," they answer without hesitation. They pluck a stray leaf from the basket and put it in the compost pile.

"That's good." I sit back and smile at the dappled shade around us, shifting as the breeze gently rocks the tree branches.

"I want you to be a knight." Their voice is soft, almost hidden by the wind.

I almost tear up. Precious child. "Many have said that before as well."

"So why not—"

"If I became a knight, I wouldn't remain here. I would miss my post quite badly, and...well, it sort of sounds like I'm whining, huh." I tilt my head to consider my words more carefully while the child, bless their heart, nods earnestly. "As a guard, I am closer to the people. Like you, and like the poor folk who sit on the sides of the street even on hot days. I can look out for everyone better this way. As a knight...I would only look out for whoever I'm sworn to."

"Huh?"

I grin at the kid. "I wouldn't be able to help you gather herbs as much as before."

They blink. "Oh. Okay."

"Instead, I'd be fighting. All the time. Away from you and every other lovely person here."

"You fight really well," they point out with no hint of humor in their tone.

I chuckle. "Thank you, but I don't WANT to fight constantly all the time. Just like you don't, either."

They nod, accepting these words. They stand and try to pick up the wide basket full of yellow flower petals, but tis too heavy, so I pick it up with one arm. In the other, I hold the sack of compost.

Hefting my load, I follow the child to the apothecary. Their interest has turned to stories about my experiences as guard. I happily tell them even though I've told them so many other times before.

My guard uniform—long smoky overcoat and matching large pointy hat—is covered in flecks of petals and leaves from staying outside so long. I believe shiny metal armor wouldn't be able to hold the same things.

#whimsi posting #guardposting #?#microfiction #??#flash fiction #???#this was meant to be a reaffirmation not a writing tidbit!!

guard duty is so BORING they only give me three sentences to say and they won't even let me lean on the bright red barrel

#orcspeak #guardposting #guard posting

hi chauvelin isnt in at the moment this is armed guard #45 he wanted me to write this letter to let everyone know hes busy *squints at words scribbled on arm* kissing..? the scarlet pimpernel

THAT SAYS KILLING YOU IDIOT

oh shit byeguys i have to go🏃

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i see your wizardposting and guardposting and what have you. i wanna go along on the wizardposting vibe but get a little more niche. i need to start seerposting

i am the court's loyal yet outcast seer, most of the court thinks my prophecies and work are useless wives' tales, but enough know me to be honest that i am not forgotten. they keep me around for tradition and superstition, at the very least.

a kindly gardener has caught my eye but i am too scared to approach him, so instead i gaze at him from my tower, not daring to peek at him in my visions, until one day he waves and beckons me down.

etc etc

#if y'all like this tell me and i'll make more of this #i also might make more anyways this is fun #moth types #seerposting #seer #soothsayer #prophetposting #prophet #oracleposting #oracle #guardposting #wizardposting

i'm glad the vision is appreciated

what? who goes there... must have been the wind...

#add tags #guardposting

"How come you're not a knight?" asks the child.

They drop two more small yellow petals into the basket without looking up, but they're waiting for my answer.

"Mm...weeeell, I'm not certain." I shrug as I add my own yellow petals to the basket. It's rapidly becoming full despite the small size of the petals and the few workers. Just me and the child.

"What do you mean?" they ask. They finish their flower and pick up another one from the pile, plucking its yellow petals just like before and dropping them carefully into the basket.

"But why aren't you a knight?" They pick up a new flower, discarding the petal-less one. "Don't you want to be one?"

"Not really," I say with another shrug.

The child is quiet. I finally finish the flower I was plucking, drop it in the moderately sized compost pile to my left, and reach for a new flower to pluck.

Oh. There's none.

I put my hands on my knees and smile at the child, who is leaning forward with their eyes on the basket. "Do you want to be a healer?" I ask them.

"Yes," they answer without hesitation. They pluck a stray leaf from the basket and put it in the compost pile.

"That's good." I sit back and smile at the dappled shade around us, shifting as the breeze gently rocks the tree branches.

"I want you to be a knight." Their voice is soft, almost hidden by the wind.

I almost tear up. Precious child. "Many have said that before as well."

"So why not—"

"Huh?"

I grin at the kid. "I wouldn't be able to help you gather herbs as much as before."

They blink. "Oh. Okay."

"Instead, I'd be fighting. All the time. Away from you and every other lovely person here."

"You fight really well," they point out with no hint of humor in their tone.

I chuckle. "Thank you, but I don't WANT to fight constantly all the time. Just like you don't, either."

They nod, accepting these words. They stand and try to pick up the wide basket full of yellow flower petals, but tis too heavy, so I pick it up with one arm. In the other, I hold the sack of compost.

Hefting my load, I follow the child to the apothecary. Their interest has turned to stories about my experiences as guard. I happily tell them even though I've told them so many other times before.

#whimsi posting #guardposting #?#microfiction #??#flash fiction #???#this was meant to be a reaffirmation not a writing tidbit!!

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