15min fic #67
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Title~ Bullseye
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine again~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 67. I've realised I haven't done anything of the time while 'may and Nol were training for the army, despite it taking up half of 'may's remembered lifetime. Hence, something =D This would've been really early on, when people still reckoned the only reason she was there was because of the yrae stone. Which was true, but we don't tell her that =3
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“Okay gentlemen, that’ll do for the morning. Meet back here after lunch.”
Nimay gave a relieved grin before loosing three arrows at the bullseye in front of her. She smiled with wry satisfaction at the centre of the rings, now marked by her three arrows. Archery had never been her area of expertise, but at least she had a way around it.
“Nicely done, Nimay.” She spun around, unaware that the archery instructor had been watching. She grinned sheepishly before making her way down to the target and yanking her arrows free.
“You have an interesting action,” Naraan mused, dark eyes fixed on the young girl walking towards him, “It produces some most interesting results.”
Nimay rubbed awkwardly at her yrae stone, not trusting herself to look the man in the eyes.
“I have been in the Raykinian army for fifteen years,” her instructor continued, “ten of those as part of the Own, and I have never seen anyone shoot an arrow like that, let alone successfully.”
She shrugged. ‘You’ve never seen anyone with magic before, either,’ she thought to herself. She raised the bangle to illustrate her point.
Neraan’s eyebrows arched, though his eyes remained half-closed in the midday sunlight. “True,” he agreed, “but none of them had any reason to rely on it, either.” The man’s tone was not one to argue with, not that Nimay could have said anything anyway. Instead, she dropped the arrows in the bin with all the others, then followed the other boys off to lunch.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Mine again~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 67. I've realised I haven't done anything of the time while 'may and Nol were training for the army, despite it taking up half of 'may's remembered lifetime. Hence, something =D This would've been really early on, when people still reckoned the only reason she was there was because of the yrae stone. Which was true, but we don't tell her that =3
“Okay gentlemen, that’ll do for the morning. Meet back here after lunch.”
Nimay gave a relieved grin before loosing three arrows at the bullseye in front of her. She smiled with wry satisfaction at the centre of the rings, now marked by her three arrows. Archery had never been her area of expertise, but at least she had a way around it.
“Nicely done, Nimay.” She spun around, unaware that the archery instructor had been watching. She grinned sheepishly before making her way down to the target and yanking her arrows free.
“You have an interesting action,” Naraan mused, dark eyes fixed on the young girl walking towards him, “It produces some most interesting results.”
Nimay rubbed awkwardly at her yrae stone, not trusting herself to look the man in the eyes.
“I have been in the Raykinian army for fifteen years,” her instructor continued, “ten of those as part of the Own, and I have never seen anyone shoot an arrow like that, let alone successfully.”
She shrugged. ‘You’ve never seen anyone with magic before, either,’ she thought to herself. She raised the bangle to illustrate her point.
Neraan’s eyebrows arched, though his eyes remained half-closed in the midday sunlight. “True,” he agreed, “but none of them had any reason to rely on it, either.” The man’s tone was not one to argue with, not that Nimay could have said anything anyway. Instead, she dropped the arrows in the bin with all the others, then followed the other boys off to lunch.