kawa~ inspiration #64
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Title~ A New Beginning
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 64. Okay, now the inspiration here is "What if...?". Pretty bloody big what if here: What if Yan had just bloody stayed dead?
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“Good luck, ‘may,” Riona said as she let go of her daughter, smiling encouragingly.
“We know you can do it,” Mehni added.
Yamin just gave that smile that said a million things more than words ever could, then waved her twin off as she walked through the back door of the palace and into the wide, open grounds.
Two guards waited there, swords sheathed unobtrusively at their hips.
“Nimay, daughter of Riona of the palace laundry?” one of the guards asked, then continued at Nimay’s nod. “We’ll take you to the First General’s office. Do you understand that we must remain with you at all times, until the General is able to speak with you? Good. Follow us.”
Nimay took a deep breath as she followed the two guards, preparing herself for the test that was to come. She craned her neck up towards the looming red form of the palace, making an impressed sound at the grandeur.
Over to her right were the archery ranges, and she could spot all four archers of the King’s Own in there—they were the ones with no white lines on their shoulders to signify their Company, but Nimay had watched them leave Ni-Yana on their horses enough times to recognise them even without their army uniforms.
There was one new one though, and he did have a mark on his shoulder. Far from the standard white lines of the army, this was the blue swirl and red dot that marked him as the crown prince. He was only three years older than Nimay, and yet he was already preparing for his first mission with the Own.
Nimay bit her lip, suddenly very intimidated by the opulence that surrounded her, of both the people who worked and trained here and the palace itself.
She tried to look into the door of the barracks as they passed, but she only caught a flash of a steel blade beyond before the guards brought her to the door of First General Niloren’s office.
The guards knocked on his door, and the General’s gruff voice called out from within.
The guard who had first spoken to Nimay opened the door and grinned. “Good luck,” he whispered as he closed the heavy oak door behind her.
The General’s office was cluttered with an array of maps and other documents, including a huge map of all of Thyllaeth, covering the whole of one wall.
“Sit,” Niloren said simply, gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk, but not looking up from the papers on his desk. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Nimay nodded and took her seat, eyes wandering over the rather cluttered office of the First General. There was a book case to his left that Nimay hadn’t noticed when she had come in, mostly because it had more maps hanging from it. The books were what Nimay would have expected from an army General’s office—The Northern Wars and The Battle of Nenyad were two of the titles she could pick out.
“Name?”
Nimay blinked herself out of her thoughts, unaware that the General was ready for her.
“Name?” he said again, slightly impatient.
“Sorry,” she apologised, “Nimay.”
General Niloren scribbled her name onto the parchment in swirling, monotonous strokes. “Date of birth?”
“Fifty-third of Winter, 4033. I realise I’m probably too young to—”
“Parents.”
Nimay blinked again. “My mother is Riona, and she works as a launder at the palace. My father Mehni is a merchant.”
“Weapon of choice.”
“Sword.”
“Reason for joining?”
“Because I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing in my life than wielding a sword,” Nimay answered without hesitating, “And if you dare to tell me I might find a happier life in the healing house or the kitchens, then I’ll feel most compelled to prove to you otherwise.”
Niloren gave a lopsided grin and a gruff laugh as he scribbled this onto the parchment. “The thought had never crossed my mind,” he told her, and he sounded genuine. He ran his eyes over his scrawl once more, added something else to the bottom, then stood up and gestured to the door.
“All right then, Nimay, show me what you can do.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 64. Okay, now the inspiration here is "What if...?". Pretty bloody big what if here: What if Yan had just bloody stayed dead?
“Good luck, ‘may,” Riona said as she let go of her daughter, smiling encouragingly.
“We know you can do it,” Mehni added.
Yamin just gave that smile that said a million things more than words ever could, then waved her twin off as she walked through the back door of the palace and into the wide, open grounds.
Two guards waited there, swords sheathed unobtrusively at their hips.
“Nimay, daughter of Riona of the palace laundry?” one of the guards asked, then continued at Nimay’s nod. “We’ll take you to the First General’s office. Do you understand that we must remain with you at all times, until the General is able to speak with you? Good. Follow us.”
Nimay took a deep breath as she followed the two guards, preparing herself for the test that was to come. She craned her neck up towards the looming red form of the palace, making an impressed sound at the grandeur.
Over to her right were the archery ranges, and she could spot all four archers of the King’s Own in there—they were the ones with no white lines on their shoulders to signify their Company, but Nimay had watched them leave Ni-Yana on their horses enough times to recognise them even without their army uniforms.
There was one new one though, and he did have a mark on his shoulder. Far from the standard white lines of the army, this was the blue swirl and red dot that marked him as the crown prince. He was only three years older than Nimay, and yet he was already preparing for his first mission with the Own.
Nimay bit her lip, suddenly very intimidated by the opulence that surrounded her, of both the people who worked and trained here and the palace itself.
She tried to look into the door of the barracks as they passed, but she only caught a flash of a steel blade beyond before the guards brought her to the door of First General Niloren’s office.
The guards knocked on his door, and the General’s gruff voice called out from within.
The guard who had first spoken to Nimay opened the door and grinned. “Good luck,” he whispered as he closed the heavy oak door behind her.
The General’s office was cluttered with an array of maps and other documents, including a huge map of all of Thyllaeth, covering the whole of one wall.
“Sit,” Niloren said simply, gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk, but not looking up from the papers on his desk. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Nimay nodded and took her seat, eyes wandering over the rather cluttered office of the First General. There was a book case to his left that Nimay hadn’t noticed when she had come in, mostly because it had more maps hanging from it. The books were what Nimay would have expected from an army General’s office—The Northern Wars and The Battle of Nenyad were two of the titles she could pick out.
“Name?”
Nimay blinked herself out of her thoughts, unaware that the General was ready for her.
“Name?” he said again, slightly impatient.
“Sorry,” she apologised, “Nimay.”
General Niloren scribbled her name onto the parchment in swirling, monotonous strokes. “Date of birth?”
“Fifty-third of Winter, 4033. I realise I’m probably too young to—”
“Parents.”
Nimay blinked again. “My mother is Riona, and she works as a launder at the palace. My father Mehni is a merchant.”
“Weapon of choice.”
“Sword.”
“Reason for joining?”
“Because I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing in my life than wielding a sword,” Nimay answered without hesitating, “And if you dare to tell me I might find a happier life in the healing house or the kitchens, then I’ll feel most compelled to prove to you otherwise.”
Niloren gave a lopsided grin and a gruff laugh as he scribbled this onto the parchment. “The thought had never crossed my mind,” he told her, and he sounded genuine. He ran his eyes over his scrawl once more, added something else to the bottom, then stood up and gestured to the door.
“All right then, Nimay, show me what you can do.”
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 08:07 am (UTC)It's so much of a relief having her talking tho. No awkward moments of trying to explain stuff without words! <3
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:11 am (UTC)But it's still damn odd when you realise how much you're used to someone NOT talking and then they talk.
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:16 am (UTC)Only 'may talking is weirder. Pesti at least has words normally XD
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-23 10:26 am (UTC)