15min fic #61
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Title~ Hot
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~~~ mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 61. Shoulda done this one yesterday, when it was hot X) Course, ours was a nice hot. This is just evil.
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It was a slow, slow day, so slow that Yamin had decided to send all the other healers home. Nobody had come in all day. Granted, the day was barely an hour old, but already it was too hot for anyone on the palace staff to be actually doing anything, let alone anything vigorous enough to get injured.
And so, Ni-Yana’s head healer rested at the back of the healing house, sitting on the stone bench with her back against the wall and her eyes closed. Every ten minutes or so, when the stone no longer cooled her skin, she would shift to another part of the bench, always debating in her mind whether she could really be bothered moving.
Only one fly bothered the healer as she sat motionless at the back of the healing house. Flies tended to incessantly bother everyone they could find; the larger ones buzzed monotonously around the ceiling, crashing into walls before eventually finding a window, while the smaller ones just stuck, attacking in groups of six or more at a time, hovering around eyes, mouth and ears. The Kazinians and northern Llayans enjoyed poking fun at what they had dubbed the ‘Raykinian salute’ of flapping way flies.
Yamin cracked one eye open to glare half-heartedly at the sticky fly that refused to leave her alone. Somehow it couldn’t take the hint that the scrunchings of her face meant ‘go away’. She couldn’t be bothered taking any further action against the fly. She was too used to their annoyances to think anything of it.
Her eye trailed to the water basin beside her and debated splashing it over her face, but decided that since the drops would probably evaporate en route to her skin, it wouldn’t be worth it. Instead, she slid off the bench, braced her hands on either side of the sink and dunked her head in the water, making sure every hair was dripping before she tied it up into a high pony tail and took up her position once again.
A smug grin spread over her face as the water, albeit warm, dripped down her back and shoulders.
Evidently, the fly was jealous. It had buzzed off.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~~~ mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 61. Shoulda done this one yesterday, when it was hot X) Course, ours was a nice hot. This is just evil.
It was a slow, slow day, so slow that Yamin had decided to send all the other healers home. Nobody had come in all day. Granted, the day was barely an hour old, but already it was too hot for anyone on the palace staff to be actually doing anything, let alone anything vigorous enough to get injured.
And so, Ni-Yana’s head healer rested at the back of the healing house, sitting on the stone bench with her back against the wall and her eyes closed. Every ten minutes or so, when the stone no longer cooled her skin, she would shift to another part of the bench, always debating in her mind whether she could really be bothered moving.
Only one fly bothered the healer as she sat motionless at the back of the healing house. Flies tended to incessantly bother everyone they could find; the larger ones buzzed monotonously around the ceiling, crashing into walls before eventually finding a window, while the smaller ones just stuck, attacking in groups of six or more at a time, hovering around eyes, mouth and ears. The Kazinians and northern Llayans enjoyed poking fun at what they had dubbed the ‘Raykinian salute’ of flapping way flies.
Yamin cracked one eye open to glare half-heartedly at the sticky fly that refused to leave her alone. Somehow it couldn’t take the hint that the scrunchings of her face meant ‘go away’. She couldn’t be bothered taking any further action against the fly. She was too used to their annoyances to think anything of it.
Her eye trailed to the water basin beside her and debated splashing it over her face, but decided that since the drops would probably evaporate en route to her skin, it wouldn’t be worth it. Instead, she slid off the bench, braced her hands on either side of the sink and dunked her head in the water, making sure every hair was dripping before she tied it up into a high pony tail and took up her position once again.
A smug grin spread over her face as the water, albeit warm, dripped down her back and shoulders.
Evidently, the fly was jealous. It had buzzed off.