15min fic #6
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Title~ Some day
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All the stuff here? It's mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 6. Why I'm doing these things after midnight when I know~ I can't write after midnight, I dunno.
Edit~ 7 August 06~ General Rau rides a chestnut stallion, not a mare, and~ he's a swordie, not an archer. Also, Kurae rides up the front cos his horse insists on it. Also, 'may isn't the best swordie in the kingdom. That's Rumal. Damn~ how things have changed in the two years since I wrote this XD;
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The young boy pelted through the streets of Ni-Yana, trying his best to keep out from under the feet of the townsfolk, but not stopping to apologise if he accidentally ran someone over. If he didn’t hurry, he’d certainly miss them.
He twisted around corners, dancing over small children playing in the streets who didn’t see the boy approaching, or didn’t bother to move out of his way. Finally, the main road came in sight, lined as always with Ni-Yana’s residents.
He paused momentarily, puffing and flipping his hair back from his eyes with one hand. His frantic eyes scanned the road as best they could, trying to see whether the King’s Own had passed by yet or not.
Down to his left, people were moving away from the road in small groups, indicating the general position of the Own. A relieved grin washed over the boy’s face, spreading to his shoulders. He hadn’t missed them.
He jogged up to the road, sitting himself down in his usual spot. He had always envied the people who lived in the houses lining the main road into Ni-Yana. He sighed wistfully as he wriggled into a more comfortable position, then gazed down the road to where the fifteen beautiful horses were walking slowly down the road.
The horses’ hooves clattered on the hard stone, heralding the arrival of the best fighters in the kingdom. Even if they rode amongst the full Raykinian army, they would be easily identified for the noble steeds they rode in place of the camels taken by every other person in the kingdom.
At their head rode a man clad in black and with an impressive bow slung over his shoulder—the general of the King’s Own. His mount, a proud chestnut mare with black legs, tail and mane, held her head high, knowing the importance of his duty.
Behind him and to his left was another archer, dusty blue shirt emblazoned on the shoulder with the blue and orange mark of the crown prince. He rode a creamy young stallion with a number of brown patches over his body. The emphasised bobbing of the horse’s head and the occasional snort he let out indicated that he would rather be somewhere else.
But as always, the eyes of every Raykinian lining the street were focussed upon the rider to the prince’s right. Perched proudly upon the back of her glistening black mare, the dark-skinned woman wore the rich red shirt worn by all swordsmen in the Raykinian army. She was widely known as the best swordsman in the kingdom, but that, of course, was not the reason all eyes followed her.
“Is it true?” the boy called up to her as she approached, “Is that jewel in your bracelet really an yrae stone?”
The swordswoman’s rich blue gaze fell down on him as he walked briskly alongside the horses, his own chocolaty eyes bright with curiosity, but the dark-skinned rider merely cast him a coy grin and urged her horse along.
‘Some day,’ the boy told himself, ‘I’ll ride with her.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All the stuff here? It's mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 6. Why I'm doing these things after midnight when I know~ I can't write after midnight, I dunno.
Edit~ 7 August 06~ General Rau rides a chestnut stallion, not a mare, and~ he's a swordie, not an archer. Also, Kurae rides up the front cos his horse insists on it. Also, 'may isn't the best swordie in the kingdom. That's Rumal. Damn~ how things have changed in the two years since I wrote this XD;
The young boy pelted through the streets of Ni-Yana, trying his best to keep out from under the feet of the townsfolk, but not stopping to apologise if he accidentally ran someone over. If he didn’t hurry, he’d certainly miss them.
He twisted around corners, dancing over small children playing in the streets who didn’t see the boy approaching, or didn’t bother to move out of his way. Finally, the main road came in sight, lined as always with Ni-Yana’s residents.
He paused momentarily, puffing and flipping his hair back from his eyes with one hand. His frantic eyes scanned the road as best they could, trying to see whether the King’s Own had passed by yet or not.
Down to his left, people were moving away from the road in small groups, indicating the general position of the Own. A relieved grin washed over the boy’s face, spreading to his shoulders. He hadn’t missed them.
He jogged up to the road, sitting himself down in his usual spot. He had always envied the people who lived in the houses lining the main road into Ni-Yana. He sighed wistfully as he wriggled into a more comfortable position, then gazed down the road to where the fifteen beautiful horses were walking slowly down the road.
The horses’ hooves clattered on the hard stone, heralding the arrival of the best fighters in the kingdom. Even if they rode amongst the full Raykinian army, they would be easily identified for the noble steeds they rode in place of the camels taken by every other person in the kingdom.
At their head rode a man clad in black and with an impressive bow slung over his shoulder—the general of the King’s Own. His mount, a proud chestnut mare with black legs, tail and mane, held her head high, knowing the importance of his duty.
Behind him and to his left was another archer, dusty blue shirt emblazoned on the shoulder with the blue and orange mark of the crown prince. He rode a creamy young stallion with a number of brown patches over his body. The emphasised bobbing of the horse’s head and the occasional snort he let out indicated that he would rather be somewhere else.
But as always, the eyes of every Raykinian lining the street were focussed upon the rider to the prince’s right. Perched proudly upon the back of her glistening black mare, the dark-skinned woman wore the rich red shirt worn by all swordsmen in the Raykinian army. She was widely known as the best swordsman in the kingdom, but that, of course, was not the reason all eyes followed her.
“Is it true?” the boy called up to her as she approached, “Is that jewel in your bracelet really an yrae stone?”
The swordswoman’s rich blue gaze fell down on him as he walked briskly alongside the horses, his own chocolaty eyes bright with curiosity, but the dark-skinned rider merely cast him a coy grin and urged her horse along.
‘Some day,’ the boy told himself, ‘I’ll ride with her.’
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Date: 2004-08-08 08:50 pm (UTC)Nevermind there's no way in hell you can make "Jim-Bob" sound Raykinian >__>;; Damn. Oh well~
(Though if we're going to be accurate in Jim-Bob's heritage, he really should be lusting after Yan or an underling thereof. But really. We care not)
Some day, we'll find this anonymous boi as Nimay's assasination targets, huh? X);;