Genesis 089
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Title~ Death by Politics
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 089. I'm falling behind with these things again >>;;
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Gylepi tugged gently on Dizzy’s reins, frowning in the general direction of Ni-Yana.
“Ooh, here we go,” he said with a grin, watching as a definite dust cloud began streaking towards their makeshift archery range at the cliff. “What’s your reckoning boys, is that him or a messenger?”
Murali shrugged and brought Smoke into step beside the taller archer. “The last two were messengers,” he mused.
Garuk nodded. “And the last one said he wouldn’t be more than half an hour… when was that? An hour or two ago? I say it must be him this time.”
“Willing to put a Sunset on that?”
Garuk laughed. “Aeia no!”
A sudden, violent whinny sounded across the distance, telling of Mongrel’s presence before they could actually see that the animal was indeed a horse.
The three waiting archers let out an ironic “hooray” and clapped over their heads.
“He emerges!” Gylepi cried, raising his arms triumphantly as the prince galloped up.
“Where in Lin’s sweet name have you been?” Garuk demanded.
Nol shook his head as he reined Mongrel in, not taking his eyes off of his unruly mount for a second. “You don’t want to know.”
Gylepi’s shoulders slouched. “That was about the next mission, wasn’t it?” he said flatly, more as a statement than a question.
“It… might have been?”
The taller archer folded his arms, eyebrows cocked. “Come on, quael, we’re blue-shirts. We’re privy to that sort of information.”
Nolryn folded his arms and mimicked Gylepi’s expression. “We haven’t got all the kinks sorted out yet.” He shrugged and unslung his bow from his shoulder. “It might not end up being a mission at all, for all I know. We’ve been on this with the Kazinians for the past, ooh, month or so? And non stop literally since pre-dawn yesterday. No, I lie; Majesty gave us both a beer last night.” He made a face that showed he was suppressing a yawn, and only now did Gylepi notice the bags under his eyes.
“Harsh,” Garuk said succinctly.
The prince gave a “we try” kind of grimace.
“How much do you know?” Murali asked.
Nol groaned and rubbed his face wearily. “Basically,” he said, his voice muffled by his hands, “It centres around Sissillyans attacking our caravans again.”
The other three archers exchanged knowing glances, then nodded decisively.
“It’s going to be a mission,” Gylepi figured.
“Might be, might not, I don’t know.” Nol groaned again and raked his fingers though his hair. “If it does end up being a mission, it probably won’t be for months yet, knowing how Kazinians work. Or don’t, as the case may be.”
Garuk was frowning. “So… why are you here now?”
Nol put on a sarcastically cheerful grin. “Because I’m sick to death of Kazinian politics and can’t deal with them for at least another hour, and I’m so far beyond tired now that sleeping for said hour would just make me more tired.” He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “So, who’s up?”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 089. I'm falling behind with these things again >>;;
Gylepi tugged gently on Dizzy’s reins, frowning in the general direction of Ni-Yana.
“Ooh, here we go,” he said with a grin, watching as a definite dust cloud began streaking towards their makeshift archery range at the cliff. “What’s your reckoning boys, is that him or a messenger?”
Murali shrugged and brought Smoke into step beside the taller archer. “The last two were messengers,” he mused.
Garuk nodded. “And the last one said he wouldn’t be more than half an hour… when was that? An hour or two ago? I say it must be him this time.”
“Willing to put a Sunset on that?”
Garuk laughed. “Aeia no!”
A sudden, violent whinny sounded across the distance, telling of Mongrel’s presence before they could actually see that the animal was indeed a horse.
The three waiting archers let out an ironic “hooray” and clapped over their heads.
“He emerges!” Gylepi cried, raising his arms triumphantly as the prince galloped up.
“Where in Lin’s sweet name have you been?” Garuk demanded.
Nol shook his head as he reined Mongrel in, not taking his eyes off of his unruly mount for a second. “You don’t want to know.”
Gylepi’s shoulders slouched. “That was about the next mission, wasn’t it?” he said flatly, more as a statement than a question.
“It… might have been?”
The taller archer folded his arms, eyebrows cocked. “Come on, quael, we’re blue-shirts. We’re privy to that sort of information.”
Nolryn folded his arms and mimicked Gylepi’s expression. “We haven’t got all the kinks sorted out yet.” He shrugged and unslung his bow from his shoulder. “It might not end up being a mission at all, for all I know. We’ve been on this with the Kazinians for the past, ooh, month or so? And non stop literally since pre-dawn yesterday. No, I lie; Majesty gave us both a beer last night.” He made a face that showed he was suppressing a yawn, and only now did Gylepi notice the bags under his eyes.
“Harsh,” Garuk said succinctly.
The prince gave a “we try” kind of grimace.
“How much do you know?” Murali asked.
Nol groaned and rubbed his face wearily. “Basically,” he said, his voice muffled by his hands, “It centres around Sissillyans attacking our caravans again.”
The other three archers exchanged knowing glances, then nodded decisively.
“It’s going to be a mission,” Gylepi figured.
“Might be, might not, I don’t know.” Nol groaned again and raked his fingers though his hair. “If it does end up being a mission, it probably won’t be for months yet, knowing how Kazinians work. Or don’t, as the case may be.”
Garuk was frowning. “So… why are you here now?”
Nol put on a sarcastically cheerful grin. “Because I’m sick to death of Kazinian politics and can’t deal with them for at least another hour, and I’m so far beyond tired now that sleeping for said hour would just make me more tired.” He rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “So, who’s up?”
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Date: 2006-03-22 09:35 pm (UTC)Oh that's brilliant XDDD