LOTS - CARA/KAHLAN

Beginning Journey

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Title: Beginning Journey

Pairing: Cara/Kahlan

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Defiantly not mine, belongs to the brilliant writers of LotS and Terry Goodkind

Summery: Just a little discussion between Cara and Kahlan, and some of Kahlan’s thoughts.

Word count: 571

Author note: This is my first fic EVER, so any criticism is appreciated (hopefully supportive :D) but basically I’m trying to get a feel for the characters, this one I was working on Kahlan and the next one (if this is ok) will be from Cara’s perspective. Eventually i want to write a long story of epic awesomeness (everyone can dream right?) that I already have an idea for.

Beginning Journey

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“Cara?” Kahlan questions when she looks over toward the blonde.

“You heard me Confessor.” Cara remarks “Get the image out of your head.”

The Confessor glances over at the Mord’Sith with an ever growing smile. As she kicks a stone further down the path ahead of them, she wonders why Cara is so worried about such a little thing.

“So, why do I want to erase the ‘offending’ image from my mind?” In Kahlan’s mind the image was far from ‘offending’ to her it was beautiful and adorable, everything the women next to her was not at this particular moment.

“Because Mord’Sith are supposed to be feared when viewed upon.” Cara replied with a distinct look of almost pride, maybe a little bit of hurt in her eye.

“But Cara the dress was so pretty, and it fit you perfectly.” Kahlan insisted with a grin, but she didn’t miss the look in the green eyes glancing at her.

As they walk in silence for a few more minutes Kahlan starts to worry.

“What’s really wrong Cara?”

“What do you mean? Nothing is–”

Before Cara can finish her sentence a group of rogue D’Haren soldiers, probably looking for some money or other sort of commodity, since the war had ended, come running from trees around the four of them. Cara, Kahlan, Zedd, and Richard leap into action. The flight of an arrow narrowly misses Kahlan’s shoulder, and with a swift dagger the archer is quickly sent to the keeper. She can hear the hiss of the agiels behind her along with a long drawn out scream from a large soldier, as she keeps another swordsman at bay. Ever since her and Cara’s journey together in search of Zedd, they have been a remarkable fighting duo; it’s almost as if they can sense where the other is. But she doesn’t have time to think about it at the moment. She sees a flash of light reflecting of the Sword of Truth and with one last burst of Wizad’s fire from Zedd the fight is quickly ended.

“Where do they keep coming from? I don’t understand why they just haven’t headed back to D’Hara yet,” Richard proclaims as he catches his breath.

“They are most likely lost without an official Lord Rahl, Lord Rahl,” Cara says as she drags out the second title indicating Richard.

Richard just nods and with a perplexed look on his face goes off to talk to Zedd. Kahlan wonders what is going through his head at that moment, but before she can ponder any longer Cara steps up next her with a dagger that had, up until a few moments ago, protruded from a D’Haran archer’s chest.

“Here.” Cara briefly stated a she hands Kahlan the bloodied dagger.

“Thanks, but this isn’t going to get you out of what we were talking about earlier,” Kahlan says with an amused smile.

“Didn’t expect it to Confessor,” Cara says as she walks off toward Zedd and Richard who were already starting back down the path.

As Kahlan watched Cara walk off she had to force herself not to stare at the sway of the fine hips in the blood red leather. What was wrong with her lately? This wasn’t the first time she had thought of the blonde in a ‘more than friends’ kind of way. Why was she doing this? She was in love with Richard.

Wasn’t she?