Genesis 071
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Title~ Heatwave
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're mine
Notes~ Genesis 071. I've been in this exact situation, only with the pool rather than a river. Prolly would've made sense to have written this one two weekends ago, when we were stuck in the middle of the worst heatwave we've had in 60 years. Except that then I had no~ intention of turning the computer on.
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“How long is this going to last?” Nol mumbled, his voice muffled by the couch he was lying on.
Nimay could do nothing but groan in reply. This was supposed to be the cool room, the coolest in the whole palace, and probably the whole city, but the heatwave had lasted so long that it had lost all effect, and it was just as hot as the rest of the building. Even the stone, normally so cool against bare skin slick with sweat, was unbearably warm.
“This is ridiculous,” the prince muttered, peeling himself away from the leather couch and hissing in through his teeth when the sticky surface pulled against his skin.
Nimay cracked her eyes open from her spread-eagled position on the floor, then blinked as an idea began to form in her mind. She held her hands above her in fists, rocking them back and forth rhythmically.
Nol blinked. “You want to go horse riding today?”
Nimay shook her head and held up a finger to silence his protests, then moved her hand in a rippling motion to signify water.
The prince frowned and rested back on the sofa, tapping one finger against the leather as he mulled the idea over in his mind. “Sounds like a plan, assuming I can get Mongrel down to the river without him killing me in the process.”
Nimay shrugged. That was his problem. Ashburn would be fine. She’d probably protest with a few snorts and flicks of her tail, but once she was in the water she’d be happy.
“You realise, of course, that the river will probably be full of peasants, yes?”
Nimay shrugged, then cast her eyes over the unusually hot and stuffy “cool room”. However many people were there, it was bound to be better than in here.
“We’re also going to have to actually move to get down there.”
“Hmm…” She’d been thinking about that. Movement in this kind of heat, even with the promise of cooling off at the end of it, was never a welcomed prospect. She held up one hand showing first one finger, then two, and three.
Neither of them moved.
One! Nimay held up her finger more vigorously. Two! Three!
Still no movement.
“Okay,” Nol decided, “How about you get up, help me up, then we’ll go.”
The swordswoman held up all four fingers this time, displaying the back of her hand to the prince.
“You suggested it!”
Nimay groaned and pulled herself reluctantly into a sitting position, then got clumsily to her feet and held out both hands to the prince to drag him off the sofa.
Nol sighed. “I was hoping you might ignore that suggestion.”
Nimay shrugged and smiled sweetly. The prince sighed again, but held out his hands to be pulled to his feet. “This had better be worth it,” he warned.
The swordie nodded and began slouching out of the room. With the heat that hit her upon leaving the cool room, she hoped it would.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ They're mine
Notes~ Genesis 071. I've been in this exact situation, only with the pool rather than a river. Prolly would've made sense to have written this one two weekends ago, when we were stuck in the middle of the worst heatwave we've had in 60 years. Except that then I had no~ intention of turning the computer on.
“How long is this going to last?” Nol mumbled, his voice muffled by the couch he was lying on.
Nimay could do nothing but groan in reply. This was supposed to be the cool room, the coolest in the whole palace, and probably the whole city, but the heatwave had lasted so long that it had lost all effect, and it was just as hot as the rest of the building. Even the stone, normally so cool against bare skin slick with sweat, was unbearably warm.
“This is ridiculous,” the prince muttered, peeling himself away from the leather couch and hissing in through his teeth when the sticky surface pulled against his skin.
Nimay cracked her eyes open from her spread-eagled position on the floor, then blinked as an idea began to form in her mind. She held her hands above her in fists, rocking them back and forth rhythmically.
Nol blinked. “You want to go horse riding today?”
Nimay shook her head and held up a finger to silence his protests, then moved her hand in a rippling motion to signify water.
The prince frowned and rested back on the sofa, tapping one finger against the leather as he mulled the idea over in his mind. “Sounds like a plan, assuming I can get Mongrel down to the river without him killing me in the process.”
Nimay shrugged. That was his problem. Ashburn would be fine. She’d probably protest with a few snorts and flicks of her tail, but once she was in the water she’d be happy.
“You realise, of course, that the river will probably be full of peasants, yes?”
Nimay shrugged, then cast her eyes over the unusually hot and stuffy “cool room”. However many people were there, it was bound to be better than in here.
“We’re also going to have to actually move to get down there.”
“Hmm…” She’d been thinking about that. Movement in this kind of heat, even with the promise of cooling off at the end of it, was never a welcomed prospect. She held up one hand showing first one finger, then two, and three.
Neither of them moved.
One! Nimay held up her finger more vigorously. Two! Three!
Still no movement.
“Okay,” Nol decided, “How about you get up, help me up, then we’ll go.”
The swordswoman held up all four fingers this time, displaying the back of her hand to the prince.
“You suggested it!”
Nimay groaned and pulled herself reluctantly into a sitting position, then got clumsily to her feet and held out both hands to the prince to drag him off the sofa.
Nol sighed. “I was hoping you might ignore that suggestion.”
Nimay shrugged and smiled sweetly. The prince sighed again, but held out his hands to be pulled to his feet. “This had better be worth it,” he warned.
The swordie nodded and began slouching out of the room. With the heat that hit her upon leaving the cool room, she hoped it would.