Genesis 066
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yrae
Title~ Magic
Author~ Annarti
disclaimer~ All~ mine, 'cept the purple-haired one. He's still Sallie's.
Notes~ Genesis 066. Pure and simple crack. Gotta love it XD
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Nimay took careful aim at the target, sighting along the arrow before releasing the string and letting the arrow fly, twisting slightly in its path before thudding into middle red at the end of the range.
“Nimay,” Nol said firmly from behind her.
She turned around, eyebrows raised in innocent question, but she knew what he was going to say.
“Stop cheating.”
The swordswoman rolled her eyes and drew another arrow from her quiver, firing it this time without the aid of the yrae stone. Unsurprisingly, this one was three rings from middle red, much more to Nimay’s style.
“Better,” the prince said, visibly relaxing as he unhooked his bow from his shoulder.
“Hey Nol?” The gravely voice belonged to the latest of Nol’s purple-haired Own-material-only-not-bothered-about-joining friends. “What’s your big spaz about magic?”
Nol turned around, probably to glare at the Force, before taking up his position at one of the targets, his back to both of them.
“I don’t have a ‘spaz’ about it,” he said indignantly. Nimay grinned and cast her eyes skyward, mouthing the next words as Nol said them: “I just don’t like it.”
“Whatever,” War said with a grin, flicking an idle dagger at Nimay’s target. The blade shaved the edge of the arrow Nimay had magically planted in middle red. He half-raised hie eyebrows at the swordswoman, but Nimay just rolled her eyes again and took aim with her next arrow. However much he had made friends with red and blue shirts alike, that man was such a blade archer.
“Why not?” the Force asked, returning to the original topic.
Nol fired an arrow at the target, then shrugged. “I just don’t feel comfortable around it.”
“Why?”
Nol glared half-heartedly over his shoulder. Nimay stifled a giggle. Blade archer to the core, whether he wished to admit it or not.
Nimay could just see the hint of a grin on the prince’s lips as he turned back to the target. “Because Majesty only ever told me the bad things about Yan and yrae stones and desert people when I was young.”
“Why?”
“No idea. Ask Majesty.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my father.”
“Why?”
“No idea. Ask Majesty.”
“…Oh you’re good.”
“I learnt from the master,” Nol said, grinning openly as he loosed his arrow at the target, but it quickly dissolved into a frown.
The arrow was a good two rings from middle red.
“’May,” he said, not taking his eyes from the faulty arrow. “Would you mind?”
The swordie held up her hands defensively, the look of feigned innocence back on her face. Nol folded his arms, his bow in the crook of one elbow.
Nimay sighed and began jiggling the arrow to replace it in middle red.
“Nonono, leave it there, I’ll fix it later.”
War was stifling a laugh behind Nimay, then he began flicking daggers at her target again. Not a single one was even close to middle red.
“You know,” War mused, “I think I’m beginning to see your point.”
Author~ Annarti
disclaimer~ All~ mine, 'cept the purple-haired one. He's still Sallie's.
Notes~ Genesis 066. Pure and simple crack. Gotta love it XD
Nimay took careful aim at the target, sighting along the arrow before releasing the string and letting the arrow fly, twisting slightly in its path before thudding into middle red at the end of the range.
“Nimay,” Nol said firmly from behind her.
She turned around, eyebrows raised in innocent question, but she knew what he was going to say.
“Stop cheating.”
The swordswoman rolled her eyes and drew another arrow from her quiver, firing it this time without the aid of the yrae stone. Unsurprisingly, this one was three rings from middle red, much more to Nimay’s style.
“Better,” the prince said, visibly relaxing as he unhooked his bow from his shoulder.
“Hey Nol?” The gravely voice belonged to the latest of Nol’s purple-haired Own-material-only-not-bothered-about-joining friends. “What’s your big spaz about magic?”
Nol turned around, probably to glare at the Force, before taking up his position at one of the targets, his back to both of them.
“I don’t have a ‘spaz’ about it,” he said indignantly. Nimay grinned and cast her eyes skyward, mouthing the next words as Nol said them: “I just don’t like it.”
“Whatever,” War said with a grin, flicking an idle dagger at Nimay’s target. The blade shaved the edge of the arrow Nimay had magically planted in middle red. He half-raised hie eyebrows at the swordswoman, but Nimay just rolled her eyes again and took aim with her next arrow. However much he had made friends with red and blue shirts alike, that man was such a blade archer.
“Why not?” the Force asked, returning to the original topic.
Nol fired an arrow at the target, then shrugged. “I just don’t feel comfortable around it.”
“Why?”
Nol glared half-heartedly over his shoulder. Nimay stifled a giggle. Blade archer to the core, whether he wished to admit it or not.
Nimay could just see the hint of a grin on the prince’s lips as he turned back to the target. “Because Majesty only ever told me the bad things about Yan and yrae stones and desert people when I was young.”
“Why?”
“No idea. Ask Majesty.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s my father.”
“Why?”
“No idea. Ask Majesty.”
“…Oh you’re good.”
“I learnt from the master,” Nol said, grinning openly as he loosed his arrow at the target, but it quickly dissolved into a frown.
The arrow was a good two rings from middle red.
“’May,” he said, not taking his eyes from the faulty arrow. “Would you mind?”
The swordie held up her hands defensively, the look of feigned innocence back on her face. Nol folded his arms, his bow in the crook of one elbow.
Nimay sighed and began jiggling the arrow to replace it in middle red.
“Nonono, leave it there, I’ll fix it later.”
War was stifling a laugh behind Nimay, then he began flicking daggers at her target again. Not a single one was even close to middle red.
“You know,” War mused, “I think I’m beginning to see your point.”