15min fic #65
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Title~ Complaints
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 65. Hurray~~ I've done all of the 15min fics that have been done todate! XD Course, another one'll go up in the next few hours, but 'til then, I've caught up *^^* I'm going to have to think of something to do every night now, at least until November 1 when NaNoWriMo starts.
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Nolryn leant back against the wall of the archery range, arms folded and face decidedly stormy as he waited for the trainees to finish their practice. Nimay knew exactly what that look meant, and sighed heavily before leaning against the wall beside him.
For a while, the two of them just watched the young archers, Nimay waiting patiently for her friend to start mouthing off as he always did after a session with his father.
“‘Can’t run the kingdom,’ can I?” he muttered.
Nimay sighed again. ‘Here we go.’ She wished, like everyone else who knew the prince, that she could somehow make Nol actually listen to what Mithé told him, make him take note and maybe learn something about ruling the kingdom.
“Why should we do anything Kazin asks of us?” he demanded of nobody in particular. He stuck his stomach out and scratched his chin, his left eye giving exaggerated twitches. “‘Do you believe you made the right decision?’” he said, imitating his father, then slumped against the wall again.
“Of course I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it! Of course, with your good self staring at me, I wouldn’t know, but I thought I was at the time. Perhaps you might like to tell me why we should agree to open up trade with Sissillya. Last I remember, we ceased trade with them because they thought it great fun to decimate our caravans.” He turned to Nimay, brow furrowed. “You remember that mission, don’t you?”
Nimay nodded briefly, still watching the trainees. The journey to Sissillya had been her forth with the Own. Since then, the Sissillyan throne had changed hands twice, if she remembered correctly.
“Exactly,” Nol said. His point obviously proven, he pushed himself from the wall and unhooked his bow from his shoulder.
Nimay shrugged and followed him. For the trainees’ sake, she hoped the archery master would usher them away before they had time to pester her and Nol about being in the Own. She wasn’t sure they were quite ready for an onslaught from the prince just yet.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 65. Hurray~~ I've done all of the 15min fics that have been done todate! XD Course, another one'll go up in the next few hours, but 'til then, I've caught up *^^* I'm going to have to think of something to do every night now, at least until November 1 when NaNoWriMo starts.
Nolryn leant back against the wall of the archery range, arms folded and face decidedly stormy as he waited for the trainees to finish their practice. Nimay knew exactly what that look meant, and sighed heavily before leaning against the wall beside him.
For a while, the two of them just watched the young archers, Nimay waiting patiently for her friend to start mouthing off as he always did after a session with his father.
“‘Can’t run the kingdom,’ can I?” he muttered.
Nimay sighed again. ‘Here we go.’ She wished, like everyone else who knew the prince, that she could somehow make Nol actually listen to what Mithé told him, make him take note and maybe learn something about ruling the kingdom.
“Why should we do anything Kazin asks of us?” he demanded of nobody in particular. He stuck his stomach out and scratched his chin, his left eye giving exaggerated twitches. “‘Do you believe you made the right decision?’” he said, imitating his father, then slumped against the wall again.
“Of course I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it! Of course, with your good self staring at me, I wouldn’t know, but I thought I was at the time. Perhaps you might like to tell me why we should agree to open up trade with Sissillya. Last I remember, we ceased trade with them because they thought it great fun to decimate our caravans.” He turned to Nimay, brow furrowed. “You remember that mission, don’t you?”
Nimay nodded briefly, still watching the trainees. The journey to Sissillya had been her forth with the Own. Since then, the Sissillyan throne had changed hands twice, if she remembered correctly.
“Exactly,” Nol said. His point obviously proven, he pushed himself from the wall and unhooked his bow from his shoulder.
Nimay shrugged and followed him. For the trainees’ sake, she hoped the archery master would usher them away before they had time to pester her and Nol about being in the Own. She wasn’t sure they were quite ready for an onslaught from the prince just yet.
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