Genesis 102
Aug. 7th, 2006 12:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
annarti.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
yrae
Title~ Bumpkin
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 102. Introducing Ulkar, the eternal optimist and country bumpkin of the Own. He's incredibly proud of the little tinpot town he grew up in. Luffly boi X3
~ ~ ~
Ulkar grinned and crossed his arms over his horse’s saddle. After months on the road in Kazin, he was finally back home again. Not Ni-Yana just yet, but the tiny little town where he had grown up. Even though he’d now lived in the city for just as many years as here, he still considered Ni-Linalaa his home.
He smiled as he looked up through the palm fronds lining the main street.
The little girls were preoccupied with a peep of fluffy yellow chickens, squealing when they ran over their legs, then picking them up and snuffling their noses into the soft yellow down.
The young boys in the town were playing up the other end of the street, throwing pebbles, jumping over sticks and running down to the river and back to do it all again.
‘What are they doing?’ Rumal asked.
‘Knick-knacks,’ Ulkar replied, looking over at his fellow swordsman.
Rumal turned a blank look on him.
Ulkar straightened in the saddle, eyes wide. ‘You didn’t play knick-knacks as a kid? What did you do?’
Rumal displayed the four scars on the back of his right wrist, one eyebrow raised.
Ulkar shook his head as he dismounted, taking hold of his gelding’s reins to tie him up at one of the palms. The town was too small to warrant a stable. ‘You must have had some time to play between nicking things though, surely.’
Rumal shrugged as he tied his mare to the same palm. ‘Dagger toss, mostly. We didn’t have much to work with.’
‘Yeah, but knick-knacks is just pebbles, sticks and the river.’
‘Didn’t have the river. That was all the way over the other side of the city, where the rich people lived. We only ever had one reason for going over there, and it certainly wasn’t knick-knacks.’
Ulkar rolled his eyes and patted Fleck on the neck. ‘You could have improvised with a road or something.’
‘Melraan?’ Rumal called the other swordie over. ‘You’re a Ni-Yana boy, right? Ever heard of knick-knacks?’
‘Heard of what now?’
Ulkar sighed heavily. ‘What the boys are playing over there. Throw a bunch of sticks, then everyone throws a pebble, jump over the sticks, pick up your pebble and run to the river. Last one there has to jump in the river.’
Melraan was shaking his head. ‘Never had anything like that. River was always crowded with boats down my end, and the banks were too steep. We just played dagger toss most of the time.’
Ulkar folded his arms and half raised his eyebrows at the two swordsmen. ‘And you wonder why Ni-Yana has a reputation.’
‘What, because we play dagger toss better than you country bumpkins?’ Melraan grinned.
‘Oh, you’re going to regret saying that tonight.’ Ulkar held up one finger threateningly.
‘Quael, I could beat you at dagger toss on any night of the week.’
‘Me, yes. You haven’t got a hope against Mama though.’
‘Willing to lay a Sunset on that?’
‘I’ll go two.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 102. Introducing Ulkar, the eternal optimist and country bumpkin of the Own. He's incredibly proud of the little tinpot town he grew up in. Luffly boi X3
Ulkar grinned and crossed his arms over his horse’s saddle. After months on the road in Kazin, he was finally back home again. Not Ni-Yana just yet, but the tiny little town where he had grown up. Even though he’d now lived in the city for just as many years as here, he still considered Ni-Linalaa his home.
He smiled as he looked up through the palm fronds lining the main street.
The little girls were preoccupied with a peep of fluffy yellow chickens, squealing when they ran over their legs, then picking them up and snuffling their noses into the soft yellow down.
The young boys in the town were playing up the other end of the street, throwing pebbles, jumping over sticks and running down to the river and back to do it all again.
‘What are they doing?’ Rumal asked.
‘Knick-knacks,’ Ulkar replied, looking over at his fellow swordsman.
Rumal turned a blank look on him.
Ulkar straightened in the saddle, eyes wide. ‘You didn’t play knick-knacks as a kid? What did you do?’
Rumal displayed the four scars on the back of his right wrist, one eyebrow raised.
Ulkar shook his head as he dismounted, taking hold of his gelding’s reins to tie him up at one of the palms. The town was too small to warrant a stable. ‘You must have had some time to play between nicking things though, surely.’
Rumal shrugged as he tied his mare to the same palm. ‘Dagger toss, mostly. We didn’t have much to work with.’
‘Yeah, but knick-knacks is just pebbles, sticks and the river.’
‘Didn’t have the river. That was all the way over the other side of the city, where the rich people lived. We only ever had one reason for going over there, and it certainly wasn’t knick-knacks.’
Ulkar rolled his eyes and patted Fleck on the neck. ‘You could have improvised with a road or something.’
‘Melraan?’ Rumal called the other swordie over. ‘You’re a Ni-Yana boy, right? Ever heard of knick-knacks?’
‘Heard of what now?’
Ulkar sighed heavily. ‘What the boys are playing over there. Throw a bunch of sticks, then everyone throws a pebble, jump over the sticks, pick up your pebble and run to the river. Last one there has to jump in the river.’
Melraan was shaking his head. ‘Never had anything like that. River was always crowded with boats down my end, and the banks were too steep. We just played dagger toss most of the time.’
Ulkar folded his arms and half raised his eyebrows at the two swordsmen. ‘And you wonder why Ni-Yana has a reputation.’
‘What, because we play dagger toss better than you country bumpkins?’ Melraan grinned.
‘Oh, you’re going to regret saying that tonight.’ Ulkar held up one finger threateningly.
‘Quael, I could beat you at dagger toss on any night of the week.’
‘Me, yes. You haven’t got a hope against Mama though.’
‘Willing to lay a Sunset on that?’
‘I’ll go two.’
no subject
Date: 2006-08-07 10:18 am (UTC)So boring when Elite Fantasy Units wa- um, waffle exclusively about wenches. I'm sure they're all virgins really.