Genesis 111
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Title~ Tosser
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 111. Pretty self-explanatory. The night Yoryl got in the Own.
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Kurae rested one elbow on the bar bench, watching as yet another idiot challenged the newbie to a game of dagger toss.
Yoryl was lapping up the attention as any blade archer would, alternately playing it modest and sickeningly arrogant. It was plain he felt more comfortable in the ‘arrogant’ role though, bowing flamboyantly to those who chose to watch him.
‘So what’s your reckoning?’ Melraan pulled one of the bar stools out from under the bench.
Kurae shrugged and took a swig from his glass, not taking his eyes from the ‘contest’ that waged on the dagger toss target. ‘He’s a blade archer, and a pretty Aeia-damned typical one at that. Pretty much sums it up, I should think.’
‘I’ll say,’ Melraan mumbled from behind his beer glass. He took a mouthful, frowning and shaking his head as he put the glass down and swallowed. ‘You could fill a nut bowl with the number of nuts I’ve been pelted with tonight.’
Kurae glanced down at the nuts scattered around his own bar stool. There had definitely been more nuts tonight than any with just Kaen and Geryn. For some reason though, they hadn’t irritated him as much as usual. There was something about the new purple shirt, something that soothed him, something that made Kurae want to talk with him, take him somewhere more—
He pulled his eyes away and took up his glass again.
Melraan was shaking his head again. ‘Ooh that’s poor form. He’s challenging Geryn. Do they have different traditions in the dagger tossers?’
Kurae shrugged. ‘Don’t think so.’
‘He doesn’t even look like an Own rider. Look at his arms! There’s barely any muscle on them at all. They’re like…’
They were smooth, unmarked, slender, just faintly slicked from the heat of the tavern and the warmth of the alcohol. ‘Noodles,’ Kurae provided indifferently.
‘Exactly! And do you know what he ordered as his celebratory “I’m in!” drink?’
Kurae raised his eyebrows.
‘A Venom. You get into the most elite group of fighters in the kingdom, and order a Venom. Even ‘may ordered a Liquid Sunset. Venom is just weak.’ He frowned quizzically and took another drink. ‘You’re not saying a lot tonight. You right, quael?’
Kurae shrugged. ‘He’s a blade archer. They’re all wusses. He’s just wussier than most.’ He watched as Yoryl yanked his dagger from the target and began to make his way over to the two swordies.
‘Summed it up in one,’ Melraan said sardonically, glancing over his shoulder. ‘And speaking of…’
Kurae half-raised his glass to the approaching purple shirt. ‘Have you challenged everyone in here yet?’
Yoryl laughed and nodded ruefully. ‘It just about seems like everyone, except Kaen, but I’ve been up against him all day.’ There might have been a hint of blush there, but it could have just as easily been from the beer or firelight.
Kurae turned to the peanut bowl and selected one, which he then pitted at Yoryl’s forehead. ‘Lay off the peanuts.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 111. Pretty self-explanatory. The night Yoryl got in the Own.
Kurae rested one elbow on the bar bench, watching as yet another idiot challenged the newbie to a game of dagger toss.
Yoryl was lapping up the attention as any blade archer would, alternately playing it modest and sickeningly arrogant. It was plain he felt more comfortable in the ‘arrogant’ role though, bowing flamboyantly to those who chose to watch him.
‘So what’s your reckoning?’ Melraan pulled one of the bar stools out from under the bench.
Kurae shrugged and took a swig from his glass, not taking his eyes from the ‘contest’ that waged on the dagger toss target. ‘He’s a blade archer, and a pretty Aeia-damned typical one at that. Pretty much sums it up, I should think.’
‘I’ll say,’ Melraan mumbled from behind his beer glass. He took a mouthful, frowning and shaking his head as he put the glass down and swallowed. ‘You could fill a nut bowl with the number of nuts I’ve been pelted with tonight.’
Kurae glanced down at the nuts scattered around his own bar stool. There had definitely been more nuts tonight than any with just Kaen and Geryn. For some reason though, they hadn’t irritated him as much as usual. There was something about the new purple shirt, something that soothed him, something that made Kurae want to talk with him, take him somewhere more—
He pulled his eyes away and took up his glass again.
Melraan was shaking his head again. ‘Ooh that’s poor form. He’s challenging Geryn. Do they have different traditions in the dagger tossers?’
Kurae shrugged. ‘Don’t think so.’
‘He doesn’t even look like an Own rider. Look at his arms! There’s barely any muscle on them at all. They’re like…’
They were smooth, unmarked, slender, just faintly slicked from the heat of the tavern and the warmth of the alcohol. ‘Noodles,’ Kurae provided indifferently.
‘Exactly! And do you know what he ordered as his celebratory “I’m in!” drink?’
Kurae raised his eyebrows.
‘A Venom. You get into the most elite group of fighters in the kingdom, and order a Venom. Even ‘may ordered a Liquid Sunset. Venom is just weak.’ He frowned quizzically and took another drink. ‘You’re not saying a lot tonight. You right, quael?’
Kurae shrugged. ‘He’s a blade archer. They’re all wusses. He’s just wussier than most.’ He watched as Yoryl yanked his dagger from the target and began to make his way over to the two swordies.
‘Summed it up in one,’ Melraan said sardonically, glancing over his shoulder. ‘And speaking of…’
Kurae half-raised his glass to the approaching purple shirt. ‘Have you challenged everyone in here yet?’
Yoryl laughed and nodded ruefully. ‘It just about seems like everyone, except Kaen, but I’ve been up against him all day.’ There might have been a hint of blush there, but it could have just as easily been from the beer or firelight.
Kurae turned to the peanut bowl and selected one, which he then pitted at Yoryl’s forehead. ‘Lay off the peanuts.’
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