15min fic #33
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Title~ Delicatessen
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine, Nol is mine, so are the healers even tho they don't have names =3
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 33. Mmm, bickies.
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It was a slow day in the healing house. One woman had come from the kitchens with a scolded wrist, and careless swordsman had required a bandage around one arm, but for the most part, the white-painted healing house was quiet.
Yamin was wiping her hands dry and listening to the light-hearted conversation of the other three healers in that day, when someone appeared at the door, a linen bag in one hand.
“Ladies,” Nolryn announced, laying the bag on the stone block the healers were sitting on, “Present from your counterparts in Llayad.”
The three healers ‘ooh’ed as Nol untied the linen bag, displaying a range of Llayan biscuits.
Yamin dumped the towel on the bench top to inspect the delicacies herself. It was not often they had the chance to sample Llayan food. The Llayans were a considerably more peaceful people than the kingdom to the north, so Raykin rarely had reason to travel there. Add to that the fact that there was literally nothing between Ni-Yana and the Llayan capital of Kilyad except three months of sand, and the small bag of biscuits became a much sought-after rarity.
Yamin smiled at the prince, pressing her hands together in gratitude.
Nolryn made an indelicate noise, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s a gift from the healers over there, not me.” He looked down at the pile of rapidly diminishing biscuits. “Technically they were meant for me, but I don’t think much of them, myself. Too dry.”
The three other healers crooned their thanks to the prince, insisting that he take one or to for himself. Yamin fought to hide a snicker as Nolryn exchanged glances with her. He did have that effect on people.
She smiled again at the prince, then showed him out of the healing house, eager to enjoy her biscuits before they disappeared to her colleagues.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine, Nol is mine, so are the healers even tho they don't have names =3
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 33. Mmm, bickies.
It was a slow day in the healing house. One woman had come from the kitchens with a scolded wrist, and careless swordsman had required a bandage around one arm, but for the most part, the white-painted healing house was quiet.
Yamin was wiping her hands dry and listening to the light-hearted conversation of the other three healers in that day, when someone appeared at the door, a linen bag in one hand.
“Ladies,” Nolryn announced, laying the bag on the stone block the healers were sitting on, “Present from your counterparts in Llayad.”
The three healers ‘ooh’ed as Nol untied the linen bag, displaying a range of Llayan biscuits.
Yamin dumped the towel on the bench top to inspect the delicacies herself. It was not often they had the chance to sample Llayan food. The Llayans were a considerably more peaceful people than the kingdom to the north, so Raykin rarely had reason to travel there. Add to that the fact that there was literally nothing between Ni-Yana and the Llayan capital of Kilyad except three months of sand, and the small bag of biscuits became a much sought-after rarity.
Yamin smiled at the prince, pressing her hands together in gratitude.
Nolryn made an indelicate noise, waving his hand dismissively. “It’s a gift from the healers over there, not me.” He looked down at the pile of rapidly diminishing biscuits. “Technically they were meant for me, but I don’t think much of them, myself. Too dry.”
The three other healers crooned their thanks to the prince, insisting that he take one or to for himself. Yamin fought to hide a snicker as Nolryn exchanged glances with her. He did have that effect on people.
She smiled again at the prince, then showed him out of the healing house, eager to enjoy her biscuits before they disappeared to her colleagues.