Smackdown 2011, LR R2: The Meaning of Dirty, PG

Rosethorn opened the door to find a white-robed novice standing cheerfully on the threshold.
"I have a package for. . ." the girl looked down at paper-wrapped bundle in her arms. "For Soladin Yannae. Is she here?"
"I'll take it," Rosethorn said shortly.
"Thanks!" The girl turned and raced back down the path.
Rosethorn stood in the doorway and carefully lifted the corner of the package. Al she could see inside was white fabric. What?
She smoothed the paper back down and stepped back into the kitchen. The package was dropped unceremoniously onto the table. Soladin glanced up.
"Oh! Is that for me?" She took the parcel, unwrapped it, and lifted its contents. A white novice's robe unfurled.
I knew it, Rosethorn thought. "Which temple?"
"What?"
"Which temple are you going to choose?"
"I can't believe I even need answer," Sol said jokingly. "Earth, of course."
Rosethorn smiled crookedly. "I have something for you then. Put your robes on and then come to the garden out back." She turned and slipped out the back door, as Sol began to redress with the robes.
A few minutes later, they were both standing in the mud of the garden. It had been a rainy spring and the plants were enjoying it. They stretched towards Rosethorn, who petted them gently.
She guided Soladin into one of the last bare spots of ground, behind the vegetable patch, and knelt in the mud. "Come on," she said, when the other woman hesitated. Once they were both on their knees, Rosethorn began to speak. "The only thing about Earth, is that it's dirty. Not clean and tidy like Water and Air. It's more like Fire, dirty and hands-on. If you're going to be a real Earth dedicate, you need to be dirty." With that, she shoved Sol into the mud and scooped up a huge glob of dirt, shaping into a ball.
But she was too late. Sol leaped up and plastered a fistful of mud across Rosethorn's face, before tackling her to the ground.
"I don't believe you know the meaning of dirty."

A/N- Dang it! I missed the cut-off for Arena 2 by two minutes. Oh well, I got two in already. :)

Smackdown 2011, CM R2: Legs, PG

 A/N- I'm on the LR team, so it wouldn't be right to publish this CM, but I wanted to, so here it is.

Clary sat on the high stool behind Ahuda's her desk. She had a full view of the room. It was wrong, giving orders to muster out and not being the one mustering out.
She sighed and smoothed her uniform, tweaked her baton.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and Clary sat straight. Then she saw who it was and she relaxed.
"Mattes."
"Clary." He grinned and leaned against her desk. "It's good to see you. I was beginning to think I'd never be back." He hoisted himself onto the desktop and rolled his pants up, to just over his knees. "Look at that." He traced faint scars. "Barely a mark on me."
"There was a reason the healer wanted you in bed. Your legs heal better that way; even I know that."
Tunstall snorted. "Weeks it was. I swear,  Sabine just wanted to torture me."
"She would," Clary laughed.
Tunstall turned to her suddenly. "Let's see your scars. I heard you got a few new ones."
At that, Clary turned pink. "Hardly anything. You should see the new one Cooper's got up her leg."
Tunstall raised his eyebrows.
"Fine." She drew her hair back from her face and tilted her head to the light. Tunstall could see the fine, blush-pink scar arcing across her cheek.
"That's all?" He tried not to sound disappointed.
She turned her head more and he saw that the tip of her ear was missing.
"Clary! Get a gold hoop."
"What?"
"Get your ear pierced and put a hoop through it. That would be-" he thought of something. "Wait. Pierce your ear and get a little gold hoop with a pearl on it!"
Clary grinned at his enthusiasm. "And why would I do that?"
Tunstall blinked. "Well. . . because it would just be the perfect thing to do. Embarrassing Pearl even more."
"I don't think so. I'm not much into wearing flash." Clary laughed quietly. "Ask Cooper to do it. If you paid, she probably would."
"But her scar is on her leg! You can't very well put an earring in a leg. Besides, no one could see it. Think of what she'd have to wear to show it off."
Clary bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Cooper. . . oh gods." She snorted just as the door opened again.
"What's this about my legs?"

Smackdown 2011, LR R2: My Pleasure, G

 A/N- This is my first drabble for Goldenlake's Smackdown 2011. Rosie meets Lark.

Rosethorn was in her garden, up to her knees in mud and overgrown vegetation, when she heard someone pounding on the door of her cottage. The door that she had just repainted. She waited and listened to see if whoever it was would leave.

The pounding continued.

"Mila bless me." Rosethorn sighed and stood, not bothering to try wiping the wet dirt from her hands or habit. She stomped around the side of the cottage, not wanting to get the just-washed floor dirty.

A dark-skinned woman, Moonstream, the new temple head, was standing on the doorstep. A thin woman, several years older than Rosethorn's twenty stood behind. She was wearing the most eye-shattering shade of yellow Rosethorn had ever seen.

"Honored Moonstream?" Rosethorn said, with perhaps a touch more civility, than otherwise.

The dedicate turned. "Rosethorn! I was looking for you-"

You don't say.

"- I wanted to know if you would be all right if Soladin stayed here for a while."

Soladin. That was the other woman's name. She looked Yanjingi, and she had a dancer's light frame. She coughed softly into the yellow gauze scarf around her neck.

Rosethorn frowned. She didn't say I'd have anything to do with. . . Soladin. She could stay here and I could stay in my garden. "That's fine by me."

"Thank you, dear. Now," Moonstream pushed Soladin forward. "Sol, this is Dedicate Rosethorn; Rosethorn, this is Soladin Yannae, from Khapik, in Tharios." 

Rosethorn stuck out a muddy hand. "Pleasure."

Soladin didn't hesitate to shake. "All mine."