15min fic #94
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Title~ Cyclone Warning
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ 15min fic, word 94. Also~ for the unedumacated, a cyclone is basically a hurricane, it just goes clockwise instead of anti-clockwise cos it's in the southern hemisphere =3
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Nimay’s wide eyes scanned the utter confusion that raged in the tiny Kazinian village below her. One woman, who had one child riding her left hip and another clinging to her right hand and wailing, was yelling orders to the rest of the village. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her though.
Another woman was ushering her rather large family into a deep pit beside her house. A man who was evidently not part of her family tried to clamber down with the rest of the rabble, but instead had his ear almost literally chewed off by the matriarch.
Above the shouted orders, more scared than angry, and wailing children, the gentle, almost soothing sound of wind chimes floated up from the shallow valley, and from other apparently random trees around where the riders of the King’s Own stood.
Ashburn twitched her tail and snorted nervously, pawing at the damp Kazinian earth, mirroring the nervousness shown by all the horses, as well as most of their riders.
“Cyclone,” General Rau explained simply.
A shiver went up Nimay’s spine at the utterance of the foreign word. They were a combination of the ferocious winds of a twister and the indeterminable duration of a full-blown sandstorm, but with violent, pelting rains instead of piercing sand grains.
During the cyclone season, Kazin saw just as many cyclones as Raykin did sandstorms, but the danger of them was far greater, and the people were sent into panic every time the wind chimes sang their sweet but deadly song.
Mithé, the only rider of the group to be seated on a camel, turned to the General. “Do you have any procedure for such occurrences?” He couldn’t keep the sound of worry from his voice.
The more seasoned riders of the Own, Rau included, snorted wryly. “Tie up your steed, keep your eye out for falling trees and hope for the best.”
“Oh.” The king turned back to the chaos below, eyeing one of the pits the people were jumping into. Already the wind was beginning to pick up under the dense canopy. “We couldn’t just… ask these people if we could join them, could we?”
Another collective snort, this time from all fifteen horse riders. “Majesty,” Nolryn explained patiently, “We’re in Kazin now. They wouldn’t offer help to a Raykinian, much less the Raykinian king and his Own, if he’d lost both legs.”
“Aeia,” Mithé muttered.
Nimay grinned to herself as she dismounted and led Ashburn to a springy young sapling, but the grin disappeared when a moist gust of wind struck her from behind. It was the first breeze she’d felt for weeks, but it was hardly a welcome one. They were in for a rough couple of days.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ 15min fic, word 94. Also~ for the unedumacated, a cyclone is basically a hurricane, it just goes clockwise instead of anti-clockwise cos it's in the southern hemisphere =3
Nimay’s wide eyes scanned the utter confusion that raged in the tiny Kazinian village below her. One woman, who had one child riding her left hip and another clinging to her right hand and wailing, was yelling orders to the rest of the village. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her though.
Another woman was ushering her rather large family into a deep pit beside her house. A man who was evidently not part of her family tried to clamber down with the rest of the rabble, but instead had his ear almost literally chewed off by the matriarch.
Above the shouted orders, more scared than angry, and wailing children, the gentle, almost soothing sound of wind chimes floated up from the shallow valley, and from other apparently random trees around where the riders of the King’s Own stood.
Ashburn twitched her tail and snorted nervously, pawing at the damp Kazinian earth, mirroring the nervousness shown by all the horses, as well as most of their riders.
“Cyclone,” General Rau explained simply.
A shiver went up Nimay’s spine at the utterance of the foreign word. They were a combination of the ferocious winds of a twister and the indeterminable duration of a full-blown sandstorm, but with violent, pelting rains instead of piercing sand grains.
During the cyclone season, Kazin saw just as many cyclones as Raykin did sandstorms, but the danger of them was far greater, and the people were sent into panic every time the wind chimes sang their sweet but deadly song.
Mithé, the only rider of the group to be seated on a camel, turned to the General. “Do you have any procedure for such occurrences?” He couldn’t keep the sound of worry from his voice.
The more seasoned riders of the Own, Rau included, snorted wryly. “Tie up your steed, keep your eye out for falling trees and hope for the best.”
“Oh.” The king turned back to the chaos below, eyeing one of the pits the people were jumping into. Already the wind was beginning to pick up under the dense canopy. “We couldn’t just… ask these people if we could join them, could we?”
Another collective snort, this time from all fifteen horse riders. “Majesty,” Nolryn explained patiently, “We’re in Kazin now. They wouldn’t offer help to a Raykinian, much less the Raykinian king and his Own, if he’d lost both legs.”
“Aeia,” Mithé muttered.
Nimay grinned to herself as she dismounted and led Ashburn to a springy young sapling, but the grin disappeared when a moist gust of wind struck her from behind. It was the first breeze she’d felt for weeks, but it was hardly a welcome one. They were in for a rough couple of days.