Disclaimer: This is a from the Ranger's Apprentice series. All characters are created and owned by John Flanagan and I do not claim ownership. These drabbles are my own creation and are not a part of the Ranger's Apprentice story cannon.
Will sat still, tapping his fingers impatiently against the polished oak surface of the table. He sighed and opened his mouth as if to speak, only to realize there was no point in asking a question with no one there to hear. He snapped his mouth shut.
After a few moments, Will picked at the edge of the his cloak, unconcerned that he was unraveling the hem. After the treaty with the Skandians, there had been little excitement in Araluen. Suddenly, Will heard the thundering of horses hooves from out the window. He sprung up. Anything to relieve the boredom.