kawa~ inspiration #13
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Title~ First Mission
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #13. Nol and 'may's first mission with the Own.
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Nolryn glanced around at the frozen landscape around him, shuddering into his cloak. It had seemed too heavy on the journey through Raykin, but now that the red sand had given way to white snow, there didn’t seem to be a cloak thick enough to keep out the cold. He couldn’t even feel his fingers gripping the reigns.
Kazin was nothing like he’d remembered from his first journey here. Back when he was seven, it was just cold. Cold and wet. Now, he could add claustrophobic to the list of gripes he had with the northern kingdom. Not only were there towering pine trees closing the Own in on all sides, but the incessant fog meant he could barely see the General riding at the Own’s head. He felt ridiculously vulnerable to any preying Kazinians, and had to constantly keep reminding himself he was riding with the fourteen best fighters in Raykin.
It was near impossible to detect where the sun was. He could only tell when the day was nearing a close when the fog turned from dismal grey to blinding white-gold. It didn’t matter where he looked, the fog was just as blinding. At least in Raykin, the sun only blinded him if he looked at it. In Kazin, the light seemed to come from everywhere.
“I hate Kazin,” he muttered.
“So you’ve said,” Melraan returned, “And aren’t you lucky, you get to come here every year now!”
The prince shifted his cloak around him further, doing his best to cover up any bare patch of skin with the impossibly thin piece of material. “I don’t remember it being this cold.”
The swordsman shrugged. “Now you know what we mean when we say nobody in Raykin knows what Winter is.”
“A Raykinian Winter is quite cold enough for me.” He sneezed, then shuddered against the cold. “First thing I’m doing when we get to Silrona is to buy myself a thicker cloak. And gloves, gloves would be good.” He frowned and turned to the swordsman. “How far is Silrona, exactly?”
Melraan eyed the landscape around him, as though it was different to all the other snowed-in pine forest they had ridden through so far. “The bridge up ahead is the one that leads into Silrona. We’ll be there in an hour.”
Nolryn nodded, almost feeling the hairs on his arms flatten at the prospect of warmth, however little, before another shudder ran through his bones. A sudden thought made his eyes widen and his frozen fingers grip the reigns tighter.
“How in Lin’s name am I supposed to be able to fire an arrow when I can’t even feel my fingers?”
The swordsman laughed unsympathetically. “Don’t ask me; I’m as bad as Nimay with a bow.”
The prince’s shoulders slouched. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Melraan grinned. “My pleasure.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #13. Nol and 'may's first mission with the Own.
Nolryn glanced around at the frozen landscape around him, shuddering into his cloak. It had seemed too heavy on the journey through Raykin, but now that the red sand had given way to white snow, there didn’t seem to be a cloak thick enough to keep out the cold. He couldn’t even feel his fingers gripping the reigns.
Kazin was nothing like he’d remembered from his first journey here. Back when he was seven, it was just cold. Cold and wet. Now, he could add claustrophobic to the list of gripes he had with the northern kingdom. Not only were there towering pine trees closing the Own in on all sides, but the incessant fog meant he could barely see the General riding at the Own’s head. He felt ridiculously vulnerable to any preying Kazinians, and had to constantly keep reminding himself he was riding with the fourteen best fighters in Raykin.
It was near impossible to detect where the sun was. He could only tell when the day was nearing a close when the fog turned from dismal grey to blinding white-gold. It didn’t matter where he looked, the fog was just as blinding. At least in Raykin, the sun only blinded him if he looked at it. In Kazin, the light seemed to come from everywhere.
“I hate Kazin,” he muttered.
“So you’ve said,” Melraan returned, “And aren’t you lucky, you get to come here every year now!”
The prince shifted his cloak around him further, doing his best to cover up any bare patch of skin with the impossibly thin piece of material. “I don’t remember it being this cold.”
The swordsman shrugged. “Now you know what we mean when we say nobody in Raykin knows what Winter is.”
“A Raykinian Winter is quite cold enough for me.” He sneezed, then shuddered against the cold. “First thing I’m doing when we get to Silrona is to buy myself a thicker cloak. And gloves, gloves would be good.” He frowned and turned to the swordsman. “How far is Silrona, exactly?”
Melraan eyed the landscape around him, as though it was different to all the other snowed-in pine forest they had ridden through so far. “The bridge up ahead is the one that leads into Silrona. We’ll be there in an hour.”
Nolryn nodded, almost feeling the hairs on his arms flatten at the prospect of warmth, however little, before another shudder ran through his bones. A sudden thought made his eyes widen and his frozen fingers grip the reigns tighter.
“How in Lin’s name am I supposed to be able to fire an arrow when I can’t even feel my fingers?”
The swordsman laughed unsympathetically. “Don’t ask me; I’m as bad as Nimay with a bow.”
The prince’s shoulders slouched. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Melraan grinned. “My pleasure.”