15min fic #58
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Title~ Homecoming
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, as always
Notes~ 15min fic, word 58. This took less than 15 minutes. Not at my creative best at 4am, strangely enough.
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Dark, blue-grey clouds hung ominously over Ni-Yana as the King’s Own approached after having spent Summer and much of the previous Spring on the road. For the most part, they had been stuck in the considerably un-Summery mountains of southern Kazin, but the scorching desert heat had been beating down on them for a month now, and Nimay’s shoulders seemed to have a weight taken off of them at the sight of the dark clouds. At least in Raykin, clouds meant rain. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the southern Kazinians had forgotten what sun looked like.
The second that Ashburn’s hoof clopped onto the cobbles of the Main Road into Ni-Yana, the rain came down. There was no period of transition when it drizzled down and became gradually heavier, as it did in Kazin. First the road was bone dry, then instantly puddles formed.
The large, heavy drops were cold on the swordswoman’s skin as she rode with the Own into Ni-Yana, but it was a different kind of cold to that in Kazin. Raykinian cold was refreshing. In Kazin it was so persistent, and could even be painful in Winter.
Nimay smiled and turned her face to the sky, opening her mouth to taste the rain as she had done when she was a child. She didn’t care that the Main Road was lined with people welcoming the Own back home, albeit a lot less than there would have been had the afternoon been sunny. It didn’t matter if they thought her to be acting peculiarly for one of the best fighters in Raykin, but she couldn’t care less. It would do them well to know the riders of the Own were human.
“You know,” Melraan told her, “After having lost my Summer to the Kazinian No-Quite-Winter, the last thing I want to see right now is more rain.”
Nimay slanted a glance at the swordsman, then rolled her eyes. No imagination at all.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, as always
Notes~ 15min fic, word 58. This took less than 15 minutes. Not at my creative best at 4am, strangely enough.
Dark, blue-grey clouds hung ominously over Ni-Yana as the King’s Own approached after having spent Summer and much of the previous Spring on the road. For the most part, they had been stuck in the considerably un-Summery mountains of southern Kazin, but the scorching desert heat had been beating down on them for a month now, and Nimay’s shoulders seemed to have a weight taken off of them at the sight of the dark clouds. At least in Raykin, clouds meant rain. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the southern Kazinians had forgotten what sun looked like.
The second that Ashburn’s hoof clopped onto the cobbles of the Main Road into Ni-Yana, the rain came down. There was no period of transition when it drizzled down and became gradually heavier, as it did in Kazin. First the road was bone dry, then instantly puddles formed.
The large, heavy drops were cold on the swordswoman’s skin as she rode with the Own into Ni-Yana, but it was a different kind of cold to that in Kazin. Raykinian cold was refreshing. In Kazin it was so persistent, and could even be painful in Winter.
Nimay smiled and turned her face to the sky, opening her mouth to taste the rain as she had done when she was a child. She didn’t care that the Main Road was lined with people welcoming the Own back home, albeit a lot less than there would have been had the afternoon been sunny. It didn’t matter if they thought her to be acting peculiarly for one of the best fighters in Raykin, but she couldn’t care less. It would do them well to know the riders of the Own were human.
“You know,” Melraan told her, “After having lost my Summer to the Kazinian No-Quite-Winter, the last thing I want to see right now is more rain.”
Nimay slanted a glance at the swordsman, then rolled her eyes. No imagination at all.