15min fic #71
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Title~ Third Circle
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Guess what? It's all mine =D
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 71. There are no other notes.
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“Nol, seriously.” Melraan carefully selected an arrow from his quiver, inspecting the red feathered fletch with critical eyes.
“What?” the prince replied innocently, flipping one of his own arrows at the target. It embedded itself firmly within the white centre circle.
“What possible reason could you have for not asking?” He knocked the arrow into his bow and aimed carefully.
Nol waited until the swordsman had let his arrow go. “You’ve never been in this position. You knew, she knew, that was that. You hardly even had reason to bother asking.” Another arrow flung from his bowstring, ending its flight barely a finger-width from the previous one.
“What possible reason could she have to say no?”
Nolryn shrugged, fiddling with the red feathers on the arrow with one thumb. He watched as Melraan fired another arrow, shaking his head when it ended up in the black ring one out from the centre.
“You’re lucky we placed no wagers on this one,” he taunted.
“No, I’m just no fool. And besides,” the swordsman grinned, “you’re avoiding the question.”
Nol knocked his arrow into the bow, taking aim. The arrow hit home well apart from the cluster of ten arrows in the central white circle, instead it thumped into the white ring outside the black where Melraan’s had hit. Both men stared at the misplaced arrow.
The swordsman drew in a sharp breath. “Ouch,” he said simply.
Nolryn sighed heavily. “I don’t know why, that’s the problem.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Guess what? It's all mine =D
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 71. There are no other notes.
“Nol, seriously.” Melraan carefully selected an arrow from his quiver, inspecting the red feathered fletch with critical eyes.
“What?” the prince replied innocently, flipping one of his own arrows at the target. It embedded itself firmly within the white centre circle.
“What possible reason could you have for not asking?” He knocked the arrow into his bow and aimed carefully.
Nol waited until the swordsman had let his arrow go. “You’ve never been in this position. You knew, she knew, that was that. You hardly even had reason to bother asking.” Another arrow flung from his bowstring, ending its flight barely a finger-width from the previous one.
“What possible reason could she have to say no?”
Nolryn shrugged, fiddling with the red feathers on the arrow with one thumb. He watched as Melraan fired another arrow, shaking his head when it ended up in the black ring one out from the centre.
“You’re lucky we placed no wagers on this one,” he taunted.
“No, I’m just no fool. And besides,” the swordsman grinned, “you’re avoiding the question.”
Nol knocked his arrow into the bow, taking aim. The arrow hit home well apart from the cluster of ten arrows in the central white circle, instead it thumped into the white ring outside the black where Melraan’s had hit. Both men stared at the misplaced arrow.
The swordsman drew in a sharp breath. “Ouch,” he said simply.
Nolryn sighed heavily. “I don’t know why, that’s the problem.”