15min fic #56
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Title~ The Object of Affection
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, still.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 56. From one of the previous Llayan jousting tournaments, when Nol was 17. He dun like losing X);;
Edit~ 6 August 06 ~ Nol didn't have a horse yet, so he'd've done this on camel-back. Also, Lynnlita's met him before, but when they were both little kiddies and didn't know enough of each others' languages to actually have a conversation. Also, Nol was a different kind of cute back then, so this is effectively the first time Lynnlita's seen him X3
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Princess Lynnlita, second princess of Llayad, smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her violet silk dress as she sat demurely above the rabble beside her sister. She’d never shown any interest in the tri-annual tournament held in the lakeside town of Nenyad, but she felt that since her potential husband had made an appearance this year, it might be an idea to at least learn the rules for the bizarre show of brawn and muscle. Not to mention finding out what the prince of Raykin actually looked like.
When the two riders appeared at either end of the fence, Lynnlita was disappointed. All the armour that encased the two warriors made it impossible to determine which of the two was the Raykinian and which was the Kazinian, let alone what each of them looked like.
“Would Amyrallyn be able to explain the intricacies of the engagement to her dear baby sister?” she asked, watching as the men ran along either side of the fence and rammed a log at each other’s chest.
“Amyrallyn would not be able to explain jousting if her life was in jeopardy,” the older girl remarked.
The men ran at each other again, and while Lynnlita could see no difference between the way the logs shattered, the boisterous Raykinian supporters were a good deal more pleased by the result than those in the Kazinian party. If the sport taught her nothing else, it was that Lynnlita’s countrymen were a considerably more well-behaved bunch than their northern and western counterparts.
The next time the logs shattered, Lynnlita could clearly see who had been favoured, as the man she assumed to be Prince Nolryn was thrown from his horse to land in a clattering pile of steel. The princess drew in a sharp breath and raised her fingers to her mouth.
“Has he been killed?” she queried breathlessly.
Amyrallyn merely shook her head as both girls fixed their eyes on the fallen prince. They let out a simultaneous sigh of relief when he rattled to his feet, seized his horse’s reigns and stormed back to the starting position, apparently unhurt. He threw himself easily back into the saddle, almost snatching the lance from the assistant and glanced at a row of flags Lynnlita hadn’t noticed before.
On the prince’s side of the fence, two flags jutted from the wall, with another eight holes to be filled by eight more. On the Kazinian’s side, nine of the ten holes bore a flapping piece of yellow material. The princess didn’t need to know anything about the sport to know that the prince was losing because of his fall.
Again the men ran at each other, thundering their horses down either side of the fence and meeting in a crash of splinters, and again Lynnlita couldn’t tell who had bettered who, though clearly the competitors, and their respective supporters, knew well.
The Kazinians cheered; the Raykinians booed.
“Gol ela di kana lorynia!” the prince yelled, throwing the remains of his lance to the sandy area floor. Lynnlita knew enough Raykinian to know Prince Nolryn was less than happy with his performance.
“Is Lynnlita certain this uncouth young prince is to be her husband?”
The uncouth young prince yanked off his helmet and threw it vigorously at the ground along with both gauntlets, before running his fingers through his hair.
Lynnlita grinned coyly. “Quite sure,” she murmured.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, still.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 56. From one of the previous Llayan jousting tournaments, when Nol was 17. He dun like losing X);;
Edit~ 6 August 06 ~ Nol didn't have a horse yet, so he'd've done this on camel-back. Also, Lynnlita's met him before, but when they were both little kiddies and didn't know enough of each others' languages to actually have a conversation. Also, Nol was a different kind of cute back then, so this is effectively the first time Lynnlita's seen him X3
Princess Lynnlita, second princess of Llayad, smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her violet silk dress as she sat demurely above the rabble beside her sister. She’d never shown any interest in the tri-annual tournament held in the lakeside town of Nenyad, but she felt that since her potential husband had made an appearance this year, it might be an idea to at least learn the rules for the bizarre show of brawn and muscle. Not to mention finding out what the prince of Raykin actually looked like.
When the two riders appeared at either end of the fence, Lynnlita was disappointed. All the armour that encased the two warriors made it impossible to determine which of the two was the Raykinian and which was the Kazinian, let alone what each of them looked like.
“Would Amyrallyn be able to explain the intricacies of the engagement to her dear baby sister?” she asked, watching as the men ran along either side of the fence and rammed a log at each other’s chest.
“Amyrallyn would not be able to explain jousting if her life was in jeopardy,” the older girl remarked.
The men ran at each other again, and while Lynnlita could see no difference between the way the logs shattered, the boisterous Raykinian supporters were a good deal more pleased by the result than those in the Kazinian party. If the sport taught her nothing else, it was that Lynnlita’s countrymen were a considerably more well-behaved bunch than their northern and western counterparts.
The next time the logs shattered, Lynnlita could clearly see who had been favoured, as the man she assumed to be Prince Nolryn was thrown from his horse to land in a clattering pile of steel. The princess drew in a sharp breath and raised her fingers to her mouth.
“Has he been killed?” she queried breathlessly.
Amyrallyn merely shook her head as both girls fixed their eyes on the fallen prince. They let out a simultaneous sigh of relief when he rattled to his feet, seized his horse’s reigns and stormed back to the starting position, apparently unhurt. He threw himself easily back into the saddle, almost snatching the lance from the assistant and glanced at a row of flags Lynnlita hadn’t noticed before.
On the prince’s side of the fence, two flags jutted from the wall, with another eight holes to be filled by eight more. On the Kazinian’s side, nine of the ten holes bore a flapping piece of yellow material. The princess didn’t need to know anything about the sport to know that the prince was losing because of his fall.
Again the men ran at each other, thundering their horses down either side of the fence and meeting in a crash of splinters, and again Lynnlita couldn’t tell who had bettered who, though clearly the competitors, and their respective supporters, knew well.
The Kazinians cheered; the Raykinians booed.
“Gol ela di kana lorynia!” the prince yelled, throwing the remains of his lance to the sandy area floor. Lynnlita knew enough Raykinian to know Prince Nolryn was less than happy with his performance.
“Is Lynnlita certain this uncouth young prince is to be her husband?”
The uncouth young prince yanked off his helmet and threw it vigorously at the ground along with both gauntlets, before running his fingers through his hair.
Lynnlita grinned coyly. “Quite sure,” she murmured.