Random Challenge #5
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Title~ Immigration
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'may is mine~ Nol is mine~ Alex is Xella's~
Notes~ Doing these: "Nol, 'May, and Alex with~ a pass/passport/ticket/whatever in a slummy part of some not-Ni-Yana town >D" ~set by Xellie ^^
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Nimay rested her wrists on the rough, unpolished rail of the boat, gazing out at the coastal city, nestled on the edge of the Ra-Lin. She closed her eyes and deeply breathed in the ocean scent she had heard so much about from visiting sailors in Ni-Yana. She’d never actually been south of the kingdom’s capital, since any business she had outside the city was in the general direction of Kazin. The tangy, salty scent was new to her, and the cool sea breeze tugged her hair in a way the desert gusts never could.
“Welcome to Ni-Badra.” The prince’s voice couldn’t have conveyed more boredom if he’d tried.
Alex leant on the railing beside Nimay. “Well you’re obviously thrilled,” he said, glancing at the disgruntled prince.
Nolryn shrugged. “Half the population of Ni-Badra are sailors, the other half are tour guides.”
Nimay turned a raised eyebrow to her friend.
“You’ve got tour guides in Raykin?”
“Only in Ni-Badra,” Nol explained. “So many foreign people are here at any one time, they’ve made an industry of showing them around, and anyone else they manage to grab, Ni-Badra resident or otherwise.”
The small boat pulled into the dock, allowing the passengers off. As soon as their feet hit dry land, an official-looking man, wearing the near-black top of the Raykinian police, held up his hand to stop them.
“Immigration tax,” he said simply, holding out the hand.
Nimay raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, making it clear she was paying no taxes.
“We’ve come from Ni-Yana,” Nolryn told the man.
The policeman shrugged. “You may have, but they most certainly aren’t Raykinian.”
The General bristled, turning a terrifying glare on the policeman. She was used to being recognised and didn’t realise she may be mistaken for a Tsaythi with her dark skin. She barely registered Nolryn’s hand on her shoulder, half in an attempt to keep her from striking out at the man.
“This one is. Nimay, General of the King’s Own,” Nol said by way of introduction.
The policeman blinked, only now noticing the silver bangle at Nimay’s wrist. He nodded, satisfied with the explanation, then jerked a thumb at the purple-haired man to Nol’s left. “And him?”
“He’s… not.”
The policeman grinned at the incubus, holding out his hand pointedly. “Two silvers.”
Alex sighed and dug into his pocket for the respective coin. “Don’t s’pose it’d help saying he’s the prince, would it?” he asked, flipping one of the coins idly with his thumb. Nimay cringed; Nol slapped his forehead. The foreigner had obviously not yet learnt the ‘power’ of the royal name.
The policeman’s eyes widened. “Really? Well in that case,” he gave a toothy grin, “Three silvers.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'may is mine~ Nol is mine~ Alex is Xella's~
Notes~ Doing these: "Nol, 'May, and Alex with~ a pass/passport/ticket/whatever in a slummy part of some not-Ni-Yana town >D" ~set by Xellie ^^
Nimay rested her wrists on the rough, unpolished rail of the boat, gazing out at the coastal city, nestled on the edge of the Ra-Lin. She closed her eyes and deeply breathed in the ocean scent she had heard so much about from visiting sailors in Ni-Yana. She’d never actually been south of the kingdom’s capital, since any business she had outside the city was in the general direction of Kazin. The tangy, salty scent was new to her, and the cool sea breeze tugged her hair in a way the desert gusts never could.
“Welcome to Ni-Badra.” The prince’s voice couldn’t have conveyed more boredom if he’d tried.
Alex leant on the railing beside Nimay. “Well you’re obviously thrilled,” he said, glancing at the disgruntled prince.
Nolryn shrugged. “Half the population of Ni-Badra are sailors, the other half are tour guides.”
Nimay turned a raised eyebrow to her friend.
“You’ve got tour guides in Raykin?”
“Only in Ni-Badra,” Nol explained. “So many foreign people are here at any one time, they’ve made an industry of showing them around, and anyone else they manage to grab, Ni-Badra resident or otherwise.”
The small boat pulled into the dock, allowing the passengers off. As soon as their feet hit dry land, an official-looking man, wearing the near-black top of the Raykinian police, held up his hand to stop them.
“Immigration tax,” he said simply, holding out the hand.
Nimay raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, making it clear she was paying no taxes.
“We’ve come from Ni-Yana,” Nolryn told the man.
The policeman shrugged. “You may have, but they most certainly aren’t Raykinian.”
The General bristled, turning a terrifying glare on the policeman. She was used to being recognised and didn’t realise she may be mistaken for a Tsaythi with her dark skin. She barely registered Nolryn’s hand on her shoulder, half in an attempt to keep her from striking out at the man.
“This one is. Nimay, General of the King’s Own,” Nol said by way of introduction.
The policeman blinked, only now noticing the silver bangle at Nimay’s wrist. He nodded, satisfied with the explanation, then jerked a thumb at the purple-haired man to Nol’s left. “And him?”
“He’s… not.”
The policeman grinned at the incubus, holding out his hand pointedly. “Two silvers.”
Alex sighed and dug into his pocket for the respective coin. “Don’t s’pose it’d help saying he’s the prince, would it?” he asked, flipping one of the coins idly with his thumb. Nimay cringed; Nol slapped his forehead. The foreigner had obviously not yet learnt the ‘power’ of the royal name.
The policeman’s eyes widened. “Really? Well in that case,” he gave a toothy grin, “Three silvers.”