Genesis 097
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Title~ Interrogation
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 097. This~ didn't work out as planned. The pwning is supposed to be the other way around~ ><
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Lynnlita held her fluffy fur shawl closer around her as a breeze threatened to pierce her thick red curls and raise the goosebumps on her neck.
If tradition dictated that the Tournament be held in Winter, then should it not also dictate for a situation such as this? Lynnlita gave a huffy sigh and began to float through the crowd, prim and proper as ever. The Llayans all dipped their heads when they saw her, and while the Raykinians and Kazinians kept their eyes downcast, they weren’t quite as downcast as Lynnlita would have liked them.
There was one Raykinian though, over in the corner, who had looked up, seen her, and returned to polishing his sword without letting his gaze linger on her as every other man’s did. A hint of a smirk tugged her lips. This was the kind of man she needed to talk to, not someone who would throw innuendo at her at every question she asked.
“Good day, Sir,” she said brightly, in Raykinian for his benefit.
“If you say so,” the swordsman mumbled, not taking his eyes off his work.
Lynnlita glanced around for something to sit on, but finding only hay bales, decided against it. “The traditional form of address is ‘Highness’,” she said primly, “And Lynnlita is certain the same can be said for Sir’s kingdom.”
“Kurae,” the swordsman said by way of introduction. “And you’re no princess of my kingdom, so I’ll address you however I wish.”
Lynnlita gave another huffy sigh at the swordsman’s lack of manners, noting it down as another thing to change about the kingdom when she was queen of it. Now though, there was a more pressing issue at hand. “Is Kurae aware he is to compete with a young woman in this Tournament?”
Kurae paused for a moment, though whether he was thinking about her words or inspecting his handiwork, Lynnlita couldn’t know. “Of course. Nimay’s in the Own with me.”
The King’s Own. Lynnlita struggled not to let out another annoyed sound. That would explain his arrogance. She’d definitely have to disband them later on.
“Does this not bother Kurae?”
“No.”
“It does not disturb him that he might injure her in some way during the fight?”
The Raykinian’s eyebrows rose in mild amusement. “If anything, it’s going to be the other way around.”
Lynnlita frowned in confusion. “Does Kurae think she has the skills to win the tournament?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Emon and Rumal stayed back, so yeah. She won’t though.”
The princess’s frown deepened.
“We ride horses. Why would we want a two-humped camel?”
“So then… why has the King’s Own signed up at all?”
“Pride and glory,” Kurae answered, holding his sword up to examine it and give it some last touches with the polishing stone. “That, and Nol signed us up.”
Lynnlita folded her arms, her eyes narrowing briefly. So that was how she had been accepted. She could see it all so clearly now.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 097. This~ didn't work out as planned. The pwning is supposed to be the other way around~ ><
Lynnlita held her fluffy fur shawl closer around her as a breeze threatened to pierce her thick red curls and raise the goosebumps on her neck.
If tradition dictated that the Tournament be held in Winter, then should it not also dictate for a situation such as this? Lynnlita gave a huffy sigh and began to float through the crowd, prim and proper as ever. The Llayans all dipped their heads when they saw her, and while the Raykinians and Kazinians kept their eyes downcast, they weren’t quite as downcast as Lynnlita would have liked them.
There was one Raykinian though, over in the corner, who had looked up, seen her, and returned to polishing his sword without letting his gaze linger on her as every other man’s did. A hint of a smirk tugged her lips. This was the kind of man she needed to talk to, not someone who would throw innuendo at her at every question she asked.
“Good day, Sir,” she said brightly, in Raykinian for his benefit.
“If you say so,” the swordsman mumbled, not taking his eyes off his work.
Lynnlita glanced around for something to sit on, but finding only hay bales, decided against it. “The traditional form of address is ‘Highness’,” she said primly, “And Lynnlita is certain the same can be said for Sir’s kingdom.”
“Kurae,” the swordsman said by way of introduction. “And you’re no princess of my kingdom, so I’ll address you however I wish.”
Lynnlita gave another huffy sigh at the swordsman’s lack of manners, noting it down as another thing to change about the kingdom when she was queen of it. Now though, there was a more pressing issue at hand. “Is Kurae aware he is to compete with a young woman in this Tournament?”
Kurae paused for a moment, though whether he was thinking about her words or inspecting his handiwork, Lynnlita couldn’t know. “Of course. Nimay’s in the Own with me.”
The King’s Own. Lynnlita struggled not to let out another annoyed sound. That would explain his arrogance. She’d definitely have to disband them later on.
“Does this not bother Kurae?”
“No.”
“It does not disturb him that he might injure her in some way during the fight?”
The Raykinian’s eyebrows rose in mild amusement. “If anything, it’s going to be the other way around.”
Lynnlita frowned in confusion. “Does Kurae think she has the skills to win the tournament?” she asked disbelievingly.
“Emon and Rumal stayed back, so yeah. She won’t though.”
The princess’s frown deepened.
“We ride horses. Why would we want a two-humped camel?”
“So then… why has the King’s Own signed up at all?”
“Pride and glory,” Kurae answered, holding his sword up to examine it and give it some last touches with the polishing stone. “That, and Nol signed us up.”
Lynnlita folded her arms, her eyes narrowing briefly. So that was how she had been accepted. She could see it all so clearly now.