15min fic #87
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Title~ Selection
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ It's all~ mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 87. Being confronted by the two highest-ranked generals in Raykin must be pretty intimidating, 'sall I can say.
Edit~ 1 November 05~ This fic is WRONG. I can't believe how much stuff has changed since I wrote this Oo Nol got into the Own a good three or four months before 'may, and the General of the Own before 'may was Rau, not Nau. Double-yoo tee eff, mate? Oo;;;;
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Nimay took in a deep breath to relax herself. Or rather, a breath as deep as the binding around her chest would allow. She itched at it, trying to manoeuvre it into a more comfortable position before giving up. There was no way it could be comfortable, she may as well just get it over with.
She lifted the bow once again, lining the arrow with the target and let the string go. The arrow thumped soundly into the target, second ring from the outer.
The swordswoman pursed her lips at the target, then turned expectantly to her instructor.
The prince was frowning critically at the arrow, along with the ten or so others littering the target. Not one was even close to middle red.
Finally, Nol shook his head helplessly. “Apparently that’s not the main problem,” he noted, nodding towards the binding around Nimay’s chest. “Does it at least feel more comfortable?”
Nimay shook her head.
“I thought we might find you both here.”
The two warriors turned to the back of the archery range, where the two highest generals in the Raykinian army stood: Niloren, the First General, whose black shirt was the only thing unique about his otherwise regulation army uniform, and Rau, the black-clad general of the King’s Own.
Nimay bowed belatedly, momentarily forgetting procedure as she was confronted by two of the most well-known people in Raykin.
“It was either here or the barracks,” Nau continued.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” the prince asked suspiciously.
Niloren cleared his throat and stood proudly. “Highness, Nimay; His Majesty has selected you both to compete for a position with the King’s Own.”
Nimay blinked, reflecting on the arrow-littered target behind her. She stared blankly at the two generals, waiting for Nolryn to sum up her thoughts.
“High and holy blood of the goddesses.” That about did it.
Nau hooded his eyes slightly at the prince’s words. “Indeed. Majesty wishes for us to lead you to the throne room so that he may speak with you.”
“Because I don’t know the way to the throne room already,” Nol whispered in Nimay’s ear. The swordswoman grinned.
The generals turned and left, potential Own riders in tow.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ It's all~ mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 87. Being confronted by the two highest-ranked generals in Raykin must be pretty intimidating, 'sall I can say.
Edit~ 1 November 05~ This fic is WRONG. I can't believe how much stuff has changed since I wrote this Oo Nol got into the Own a good three or four months before 'may, and the General of the Own before 'may was Rau, not Nau. Double-yoo tee eff, mate? Oo;;;;
Nimay took in a deep breath to relax herself. Or rather, a breath as deep as the binding around her chest would allow. She itched at it, trying to manoeuvre it into a more comfortable position before giving up. There was no way it could be comfortable, she may as well just get it over with.
She lifted the bow once again, lining the arrow with the target and let the string go. The arrow thumped soundly into the target, second ring from the outer.
The swordswoman pursed her lips at the target, then turned expectantly to her instructor.
The prince was frowning critically at the arrow, along with the ten or so others littering the target. Not one was even close to middle red.
Finally, Nol shook his head helplessly. “Apparently that’s not the main problem,” he noted, nodding towards the binding around Nimay’s chest. “Does it at least feel more comfortable?”
Nimay shook her head.
“I thought we might find you both here.”
The two warriors turned to the back of the archery range, where the two highest generals in the Raykinian army stood: Niloren, the First General, whose black shirt was the only thing unique about his otherwise regulation army uniform, and Rau, the black-clad general of the King’s Own.
Nimay bowed belatedly, momentarily forgetting procedure as she was confronted by two of the most well-known people in Raykin.
“It was either here or the barracks,” Nau continued.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” the prince asked suspiciously.
Niloren cleared his throat and stood proudly. “Highness, Nimay; His Majesty has selected you both to compete for a position with the King’s Own.”
Nimay blinked, reflecting on the arrow-littered target behind her. She stared blankly at the two generals, waiting for Nolryn to sum up her thoughts.
“High and holy blood of the goddesses.” That about did it.
Nau hooded his eyes slightly at the prince’s words. “Indeed. Majesty wishes for us to lead you to the throne room so that he may speak with you.”
“Because I don’t know the way to the throne room already,” Nol whispered in Nimay’s ear. The swordswoman grinned.
The generals turned and left, potential Own riders in tow.