15min fic #39
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Title~ Sunburn
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine. Nick not the fic.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 39. Not even Raykinians are immune to sunburn XD; Also~ expect a bit of spamming so I can catch up on the five I've missed due to being in Sinny~ =D
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Nolryn was absently scratching at one shoulder and staring out at the endless horizon when Nimay slapped him sharply. The prince was jerked out of his daze, and he turned to his glaring comrade.
Melraan put the swordswoman’s demands into words, as if Nolryn hadn’t understood from her actions. “Stop scratching it, Nol.”
Nol scowled at the warrior, brushing some of the dead skin off. “It itches,” he complained, “I’m not used to sunburn without cream to go on it.”
Melraan shrugged. “Get used to it, it’s going to be a part of every campaign we go on.” He grinned wryly. “Unless, of course, you want to bring your own for the journey.”
Nolryn flinched as Nimay laid another slap on him: his fingers had managed to find his reddened shoulder again. “If I can get used to nine or ten different words for ‘rain’, cold worse than a winter night only during the day, and small, slimy aquatic creatures with legs that taste like chicken, I’m sure I can get used to conditions in my own kingdom.”
The older soldier grinned. “Good boy,” he said simply, before rummaging in his saddlebags for something.
The prince shrugged two reddened shoulders covered in dry flakes of skin that had been burnt to a crisp by the harsh Raykinian sun. He glanced at Nimay out the corner of one eye, then carefully led Mongrel out of reach before peeling off more of the dead skin.
“What are you looking for?” he asked Melraan, not really paying attention to whatever answer the swordsman gave.
Melraan held up a small jar of creamy white salve. “Suncream,” he said simply. “Very noble speech, Nol, but I prefer to be comfortable.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine. Nick not the fic.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 39. Not even Raykinians are immune to sunburn XD; Also~ expect a bit of spamming so I can catch up on the five I've missed due to being in Sinny~ =D
Nolryn was absently scratching at one shoulder and staring out at the endless horizon when Nimay slapped him sharply. The prince was jerked out of his daze, and he turned to his glaring comrade.
Melraan put the swordswoman’s demands into words, as if Nolryn hadn’t understood from her actions. “Stop scratching it, Nol.”
Nol scowled at the warrior, brushing some of the dead skin off. “It itches,” he complained, “I’m not used to sunburn without cream to go on it.”
Melraan shrugged. “Get used to it, it’s going to be a part of every campaign we go on.” He grinned wryly. “Unless, of course, you want to bring your own for the journey.”
Nolryn flinched as Nimay laid another slap on him: his fingers had managed to find his reddened shoulder again. “If I can get used to nine or ten different words for ‘rain’, cold worse than a winter night only during the day, and small, slimy aquatic creatures with legs that taste like chicken, I’m sure I can get used to conditions in my own kingdom.”
The older soldier grinned. “Good boy,” he said simply, before rummaging in his saddlebags for something.
The prince shrugged two reddened shoulders covered in dry flakes of skin that had been burnt to a crisp by the harsh Raykinian sun. He glanced at Nimay out the corner of one eye, then carefully led Mongrel out of reach before peeling off more of the dead skin.
“What are you looking for?” he asked Melraan, not really paying attention to whatever answer the swordsman gave.
Melraan held up a small jar of creamy white salve. “Suncream,” he said simply. “Very noble speech, Nol, but I prefer to be comfortable.”