Random Challenge #1
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Title~ Black Sand
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine =D
Notes~ Still~ no 15minfic word, so,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drazzi set me a challenge, being "Yamin and a vial of black-sand." You know you love my original titles =P
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Sand was red. Simple as that. Or orange, or maybe rust-coloured, for the more poetically-inclined Raykinian mind. Certainly, Yamin had heard of the golden sands of Llayad, and Tsayth’s blinding, pristinely white dunes. She had even seen samples of the strange, foreign deserts, as claimed by traders and ambassadors. But as far as she, and indeed any other Raykinian, was concerned, sand was crimson. Vermillion. Scarlet.
Quite simply, red.
Never had she heard of black sand. Dark brown Kazinian earth, certainly, but black sand was quite foreign. She wasn’t sure whether to widen her eyes in shock or narrow them in puzzlement. No matter how much eyeballing she did, the sand in the vial she held in her hand remained black.
She glanced past the vial, fully aware of the baffled mixture of thoughts on her face.
Melraan grinned. “Thought you might be impressed,” he said.
Yamin flicked her eyes back to the vial, still wary of its contents.
“It’s volcanic sand,” the swordsman explained, “From Tisadez.”
The healer almost dropped the glass at the name Melraan had dropped so casually. She stared at him in horror, feeling what little colour there was in her face drain away. The volcanic Kazinian isle was well known for its barbaric inhabitants, even as far south as Ni-Yana. The female-dominated community was said to kill any outsiders on sight. Either that or eat them.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Melraan retorted. “I got it at the market from a Tsaythi trade cog.”
Yamin gave a watery smile and handed the vial back to its owner. The warrior took it and examined the contents himself before pocketing it, an evil grin spread over his features. “I’m thinking of scaring the trainees with it.” He shrugged. “Raise the profile of the Own a few notches.”
Yamin folded her arms and raised a dubious eyebrow. From what Yamin learned of the Own’s exploits when they returned from some campaign or another, they already had more of a reputation than they deserved.
Melraan opened his mouth as though to answer her back, then closed it again, frowning. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, pointing an accusing finger at the healer. “It’s almost possible to forget that you and ‘may are twins until you pull an expression like that.”
Yamin raised the other eyebrow to join the first.
The swordsman returned her with a flat look. “Oh, be quiet.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine =D
Notes~ Still~ no 15minfic word, so,
drazzi set me a challenge, being "Yamin and a vial of black-sand." You know you love my original titles =PSand was red. Simple as that. Or orange, or maybe rust-coloured, for the more poetically-inclined Raykinian mind. Certainly, Yamin had heard of the golden sands of Llayad, and Tsayth’s blinding, pristinely white dunes. She had even seen samples of the strange, foreign deserts, as claimed by traders and ambassadors. But as far as she, and indeed any other Raykinian, was concerned, sand was crimson. Vermillion. Scarlet.
Quite simply, red.
Never had she heard of black sand. Dark brown Kazinian earth, certainly, but black sand was quite foreign. She wasn’t sure whether to widen her eyes in shock or narrow them in puzzlement. No matter how much eyeballing she did, the sand in the vial she held in her hand remained black.
She glanced past the vial, fully aware of the baffled mixture of thoughts on her face.
Melraan grinned. “Thought you might be impressed,” he said.
Yamin flicked her eyes back to the vial, still wary of its contents.
“It’s volcanic sand,” the swordsman explained, “From Tisadez.”
The healer almost dropped the glass at the name Melraan had dropped so casually. She stared at him in horror, feeling what little colour there was in her face drain away. The volcanic Kazinian isle was well known for its barbaric inhabitants, even as far south as Ni-Yana. The female-dominated community was said to kill any outsiders on sight. Either that or eat them.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Melraan retorted. “I got it at the market from a Tsaythi trade cog.”
Yamin gave a watery smile and handed the vial back to its owner. The warrior took it and examined the contents himself before pocketing it, an evil grin spread over his features. “I’m thinking of scaring the trainees with it.” He shrugged. “Raise the profile of the Own a few notches.”
Yamin folded her arms and raised a dubious eyebrow. From what Yamin learned of the Own’s exploits when they returned from some campaign or another, they already had more of a reputation than they deserved.
Melraan opened his mouth as though to answer her back, then closed it again, frowning. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, pointing an accusing finger at the healer. “It’s almost possible to forget that you and ‘may are twins until you pull an expression like that.”
Yamin raised the other eyebrow to join the first.
The swordsman returned her with a flat look. “Oh, be quiet.”
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Date: 2004-10-19 08:33 am (UTC)Mmm black sand.
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Date: 2004-10-19 08:38 am (UTC)