kawa~ inspiration #68
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Title~ Wandering
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 68. Sallie drew me Kurae~ so I return this with a Kurae ficcu X3
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They’d been on the road for three weeks now, long enough for the novelty of being away from people to have worn off, but not so long that Ni-Yana had become a distant, longing memory. The sun was harsh as ever in the hot blue sky of the desert.
Kurae yawned and let his eyes droop closed, content to let the warmth of the sun and Charcoal’s rhythmic gait rock him to the edge of sleep. The stallion would let him know if he dozed off completely and was in danger of dropping from his saddle.
It was his turn to cook tomorrow night, his last meal to cook on home soil. Ideally he wanted to cook up a whole nira—the blue shirts were certainly good enough to shoot that one tiny vulnerable spot under the animal’s chin—but they really needed to be hung for several days in the shade for the flavour and tenderness to be just right. And slow roasted. Slow roasted nira, now that was the way to go. If only he had enough time on a mission, he’d be more than willing to give that a go. It always worked at home.
He sighed and swallowed as his mouth began to water at the prospect. There wasn’t time for slow roasted nira out here. He’d done geya for his last meal, and couldn’t be bothered dealing with enough snakes for fifteen for the moment, not to mention Nol’s guaranteed protests about hunting snakes.
River salmon then, or whatever fish the archers happened to catch. More often than not they came up with two salmon and the rest cod and trout. Kurae didn’t have anything against cod and trout, but they weren’t salmon. It was when they threw five or six bony old carp at him that he got annoyed.
Maybe he could experiment this time and ask the stickmen to fish instead… On second thought, it would be near impossible to convince Anganur to do anything.
The blade archers? It would be easy to convince them to take over from the blue shirts. He didn’t know how effective knives would be in the water though, especially since they’d probably just try and aim for the fish. The archers at least knew to aim for the head and keep the edible flesh unmarked.
He sighed again and stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. Back to the tried and true archers then, even if they couldn’t tell a salmon from a carp some days.
He opened his eyes to slits for a moment, looking lazily out at the far distant horizon and Charcoal’s bobbing black head. The magnificent stallion was the leader of the group, regardless of the fact that Kurae had never even considered being General. Charcoal had to be in the lead at all times.
“You would be a swordie’s horse, wouldn’t you?” Kurae mumbled, rolling his shoulders and closing his eyes again. ‘And you would be an Aeia-damned purple shirt.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 68. Sallie drew me Kurae~ so I return this with a Kurae ficcu X3
They’d been on the road for three weeks now, long enough for the novelty of being away from people to have worn off, but not so long that Ni-Yana had become a distant, longing memory. The sun was harsh as ever in the hot blue sky of the desert.
Kurae yawned and let his eyes droop closed, content to let the warmth of the sun and Charcoal’s rhythmic gait rock him to the edge of sleep. The stallion would let him know if he dozed off completely and was in danger of dropping from his saddle.
It was his turn to cook tomorrow night, his last meal to cook on home soil. Ideally he wanted to cook up a whole nira—the blue shirts were certainly good enough to shoot that one tiny vulnerable spot under the animal’s chin—but they really needed to be hung for several days in the shade for the flavour and tenderness to be just right. And slow roasted. Slow roasted nira, now that was the way to go. If only he had enough time on a mission, he’d be more than willing to give that a go. It always worked at home.
He sighed and swallowed as his mouth began to water at the prospect. There wasn’t time for slow roasted nira out here. He’d done geya for his last meal, and couldn’t be bothered dealing with enough snakes for fifteen for the moment, not to mention Nol’s guaranteed protests about hunting snakes.
River salmon then, or whatever fish the archers happened to catch. More often than not they came up with two salmon and the rest cod and trout. Kurae didn’t have anything against cod and trout, but they weren’t salmon. It was when they threw five or six bony old carp at him that he got annoyed.
Maybe he could experiment this time and ask the stickmen to fish instead… On second thought, it would be near impossible to convince Anganur to do anything.
The blade archers? It would be easy to convince them to take over from the blue shirts. He didn’t know how effective knives would be in the water though, especially since they’d probably just try and aim for the fish. The archers at least knew to aim for the head and keep the edible flesh unmarked.
He sighed again and stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. Back to the tried and true archers then, even if they couldn’t tell a salmon from a carp some days.
He opened his eyes to slits for a moment, looking lazily out at the far distant horizon and Charcoal’s bobbing black head. The magnificent stallion was the leader of the group, regardless of the fact that Kurae had never even considered being General. Charcoal had to be in the lead at all times.
“You would be a swordie’s horse, wouldn’t you?” Kurae mumbled, rolling his shoulders and closing his eyes again. ‘And you would be an Aeia-damned purple shirt.’