15min fic #64
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Title~ Insane~
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ property of the 'narti.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 64. I've done 6 words in a row without Nol appearing! Be proud of me! True, if you want to get technical, he was in word 60, but~ screw technical. He was still an it in that one =P
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The warrior sighed contentedly as she slid into the cool water of the palace baths. Ordinarily, the water was hot and steaming, but given that Ni-Yana was in the middle of a decidedly unseasonable heatwave, it had been allowed to cool, offering respite from the heat.
Nimay closed her eyes as the refreshing liquid closed over her and sat at the edge of the bath, waiting for her heart rate and breathing to slow to a more natural level. She stretched lazily under the water and floated on her back to the other side of the bath, marvelling at how the hot air felt cool against her wet skin.
She didn’t know exactly why she had trained today. Maybe it was because she had been getting restless—the heatwave had lasted for eight days now, and neither she nor any other swordsman had practiced at all in that time. It was too hot for any sane person to bother doing anything much more physically demanding than breathing, but Nimay had quickly grown bored of the whole ‘do nothing’ idea and decided to run through a few drills.
She raised her eyes in bemusement. ‘Clearly, I am insane,’ she thought to herself. Doubtless these were the thoughts of the few people who she’d asked to practice with her. They’d all stared at her with those thoughts clearly written on their faces, even Melraan. She’d expected more commitment from her fellow swordsman.
The water over her ears dulled the noise of the world above water, and all she could hear were the splashes of others climbing in and out of the bath. She liked it that way. Somehow, hot days even sounded hot. Everything living was too hot to move, so the only sound she could hear was the insistent grating of cicadas and the odd rustle of palm leaves as a bird shifted to a more comfortable position. In the baths, with the air cool against her skin, the heatwave was all but forgotten.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ property of the 'narti.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 64. I've done 6 words in a row without Nol appearing! Be proud of me! True, if you want to get technical, he was in word 60, but~ screw technical. He was still an it in that one =P
The warrior sighed contentedly as she slid into the cool water of the palace baths. Ordinarily, the water was hot and steaming, but given that Ni-Yana was in the middle of a decidedly unseasonable heatwave, it had been allowed to cool, offering respite from the heat.
Nimay closed her eyes as the refreshing liquid closed over her and sat at the edge of the bath, waiting for her heart rate and breathing to slow to a more natural level. She stretched lazily under the water and floated on her back to the other side of the bath, marvelling at how the hot air felt cool against her wet skin.
She didn’t know exactly why she had trained today. Maybe it was because she had been getting restless—the heatwave had lasted for eight days now, and neither she nor any other swordsman had practiced at all in that time. It was too hot for any sane person to bother doing anything much more physically demanding than breathing, but Nimay had quickly grown bored of the whole ‘do nothing’ idea and decided to run through a few drills.
She raised her eyes in bemusement. ‘Clearly, I am insane,’ she thought to herself. Doubtless these were the thoughts of the few people who she’d asked to practice with her. They’d all stared at her with those thoughts clearly written on their faces, even Melraan. She’d expected more commitment from her fellow swordsman.
The water over her ears dulled the noise of the world above water, and all she could hear were the splashes of others climbing in and out of the bath. She liked it that way. Somehow, hot days even sounded hot. Everything living was too hot to move, so the only sound she could hear was the insistent grating of cicadas and the odd rustle of palm leaves as a bird shifted to a more comfortable position. In the baths, with the air cool against her skin, the heatwave was all but forgotten.