kawa~ inspiration #63
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Title~ Delay
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 63. They're silly bois =3
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Garuk crossed the healing house floor and sat down on the bed Inel was lying on. “You’d better not be making this tradition,” he grinned, slapping the cast around the paluman’s leg lightly with his good hand. “It’s even the same leg as last time, isn’t it?”
Inel grimaced and gave a nod, dragging himself into a sitting position. “I was told last time that breaking a bone actually makes it stronger once it’s healed.” He folded his arms and shook his head disparagingly at the plaster cast. “Lot of good that did.”
“Well you did have a horse fall on it.”
Inel shrugged. “True enough.”
“I’m bored!” Ulkar declared from the other side of the healing house, trudging over to where Inel and Garuk were talking. He took a seat on the bed next to Inel, idly trying to scratch under the plaster cast. The action suddenly made Garuk’s arm start itching as well.
“I need a stick or something,” Ulkar decided, frowning as he scanned the walls and floor of the Silronan healing house for a stick.
Inel shook his head. “That’ll just make it worse.”
Ulkar groaned and stuck his good hand between his knees to stop himself from scratching. “I can’t wait to get this thing off.”
Garuk shook his head. “I’m barely going to have any strength though. I hate to think how much I’m going to loosen my bowstring when I can finally pick it up again.”
The swordie grimaced. “Ooh yeah. I haven’t even unsheathed my blade in, what, two weeks? It took us a couple of days to get here, and we’ve been here for ten days, so yeah, two weeks.” His eyes widened suddenly. “Lin’s blood, the fog! I hope it hasn’t started rusting!”
He jumped off the bed and dodged the others on the way to the side room where they had been storing their weaponry. He emerged with the sheathed blade wedged under his left arm, trying to tug the sword out with his right.
The other two couldn’t help laughing.
“Hey!” Ulkar pointed his scabbard accusingly at Inel. “At least I can still walk.”
Inel took in a deep breath, stretching his arms in exaggerated movements above his head before resting them both on the bed head.
“Sweep the desert,” Garuk told him with a grin, then offered his left hand to Ulkar to help draw his blade.
Ulkar examined his weapon with a swordie’s scrutiny, his brow deeply furrowed as his thumb ran over the familiar nicks and scratches in the steel, searching for any roughness that shouldn’t be there.
“How’s it looking?” Garuk asked.
“Should be all right.” He flicked the blade up and grabbed it by the hilt, swinging it experimentally, then looking anxiously over his shoulder when he remembered where he was. “I’m going to need to go over it properly today though.” He cringed. “I haven’t polished it properly since we were attacked.”
Garuk shook his head in disappointment. “For shame, Ulkar.”
“I know.” The swordie was considerably more sincere. “Still, it’ll at least kill some time. I’m still bored”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 63. They're silly bois =3
Garuk crossed the healing house floor and sat down on the bed Inel was lying on. “You’d better not be making this tradition,” he grinned, slapping the cast around the paluman’s leg lightly with his good hand. “It’s even the same leg as last time, isn’t it?”
Inel grimaced and gave a nod, dragging himself into a sitting position. “I was told last time that breaking a bone actually makes it stronger once it’s healed.” He folded his arms and shook his head disparagingly at the plaster cast. “Lot of good that did.”
“Well you did have a horse fall on it.”
Inel shrugged. “True enough.”
“I’m bored!” Ulkar declared from the other side of the healing house, trudging over to where Inel and Garuk were talking. He took a seat on the bed next to Inel, idly trying to scratch under the plaster cast. The action suddenly made Garuk’s arm start itching as well.
“I need a stick or something,” Ulkar decided, frowning as he scanned the walls and floor of the Silronan healing house for a stick.
Inel shook his head. “That’ll just make it worse.”
Ulkar groaned and stuck his good hand between his knees to stop himself from scratching. “I can’t wait to get this thing off.”
Garuk shook his head. “I’m barely going to have any strength though. I hate to think how much I’m going to loosen my bowstring when I can finally pick it up again.”
The swordie grimaced. “Ooh yeah. I haven’t even unsheathed my blade in, what, two weeks? It took us a couple of days to get here, and we’ve been here for ten days, so yeah, two weeks.” His eyes widened suddenly. “Lin’s blood, the fog! I hope it hasn’t started rusting!”
He jumped off the bed and dodged the others on the way to the side room where they had been storing their weaponry. He emerged with the sheathed blade wedged under his left arm, trying to tug the sword out with his right.
The other two couldn’t help laughing.
“Hey!” Ulkar pointed his scabbard accusingly at Inel. “At least I can still walk.”
Inel took in a deep breath, stretching his arms in exaggerated movements above his head before resting them both on the bed head.
“Sweep the desert,” Garuk told him with a grin, then offered his left hand to Ulkar to help draw his blade.
Ulkar examined his weapon with a swordie’s scrutiny, his brow deeply furrowed as his thumb ran over the familiar nicks and scratches in the steel, searching for any roughness that shouldn’t be there.
“How’s it looking?” Garuk asked.
“Should be all right.” He flicked the blade up and grabbed it by the hilt, swinging it experimentally, then looking anxiously over his shoulder when he remembered where he was. “I’m going to need to go over it properly today though.” He cringed. “I haven’t polished it properly since we were attacked.”
Garuk shook his head in disappointment. “For shame, Ulkar.”
“I know.” The swordie was considerably more sincere. “Still, it’ll at least kill some time. I’m still bored”
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Date: 2006-02-23 05:36 am (UTC)Mum said "yeah, it's MAN flu."
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Date: 2006-02-23 05:39 am (UTC)I love your mum XDD