Random Challenge #11
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Title~ Mystery
Author~ Annarti
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xella again: "Nol and a silhouette of a person with a large pair of batlike wings." It's short, but it gets the job done ^^
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Prince Nolryn of Raykin was happy. Very drunk, that was true, but very happy. It was not every day that the record for most Liquid Sunsets drunk in one sitting was broken. He grinned dumbly, reflecting on the evening and vaguely wondering if he’d be able to reflect on it in days to come. He shrugged, not really caring for the moment. All that really mattered was the number four. So long as he could remember ‘four’, there was no reason to remember anything else.
He yawned widely and tilted his head back, enjoying the warm night’s breeze—remnants of the last day’s heat or a warning of things to come? Probably both.
A dark shape blotted the moon out momentarily, one Nolryn just barely recognised as a figure on black wings. He grinned and waved at the winged figure, knowing it must be Nimay.
He frowned and paused in his waving to rake his hair back from his eyes. Something was… different. The wings were too broad, and they seemed to almost bend backwards. The figure flapped the massive, batlike wings once as it circled again in front of the moon, and Nol’s frown deepened. It definitely wasn’t Nimay, but there was no way it could be a bat or a bird, either.
The figure continued to circle for a while, then paused, keeping itself aloft in the same place with massive but silent flaps of its wings. It seemed to be staring straight at Nol, and all the prince could do was stare straight back. Some deep recess of his mind told him this flying person who wasn’t Nimay was significant, but in his liquor-induced stupor, he couldn’t for the life of him think what.
The figure seemed to study Nol for a while, then abruptly turned and drifted off into the desert.
Nol stood staring at the horizon for several moments, frowning and desperately trying to place where he’d heard of or seen a black-winged person before. Finally he shrugged and continued on his way back to the palace. Whoever, or whatever, it was, they could wait until tomorrow. Whether he could remember the figure when he woke up was another question entirely, but at that moment it didn’t matter.
He was undisputed champion of the Golden Thrai. Nothing else mattered.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Doing these. Set by
xella again: "Nol and a silhouette of a person with a large pair of batlike wings." It's short, but it gets the job done ^^Prince Nolryn of Raykin was happy. Very drunk, that was true, but very happy. It was not every day that the record for most Liquid Sunsets drunk in one sitting was broken. He grinned dumbly, reflecting on the evening and vaguely wondering if he’d be able to reflect on it in days to come. He shrugged, not really caring for the moment. All that really mattered was the number four. So long as he could remember ‘four’, there was no reason to remember anything else.
He yawned widely and tilted his head back, enjoying the warm night’s breeze—remnants of the last day’s heat or a warning of things to come? Probably both.
A dark shape blotted the moon out momentarily, one Nolryn just barely recognised as a figure on black wings. He grinned and waved at the winged figure, knowing it must be Nimay.
He frowned and paused in his waving to rake his hair back from his eyes. Something was… different. The wings were too broad, and they seemed to almost bend backwards. The figure flapped the massive, batlike wings once as it circled again in front of the moon, and Nol’s frown deepened. It definitely wasn’t Nimay, but there was no way it could be a bat or a bird, either.
The figure continued to circle for a while, then paused, keeping itself aloft in the same place with massive but silent flaps of its wings. It seemed to be staring straight at Nol, and all the prince could do was stare straight back. Some deep recess of his mind told him this flying person who wasn’t Nimay was significant, but in his liquor-induced stupor, he couldn’t for the life of him think what.
The figure seemed to study Nol for a while, then abruptly turned and drifted off into the desert.
Nol stood staring at the horizon for several moments, frowning and desperately trying to place where he’d heard of or seen a black-winged person before. Finally he shrugged and continued on his way back to the palace. Whoever, or whatever, it was, they could wait until tomorrow. Whether he could remember the figure when he woke up was another question entirely, but at that moment it didn’t matter.
He was undisputed champion of the Golden Thrai. Nothing else mattered.