kawa~ inspiration #37
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Title~ Attention Seeker
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both charries are mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 37. Lynnlita is ridiculously fun to write XD;
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Nol was just lining up another shot when he got the undeniable feeling that he was being watched, and somehow, he knew who it was. He loosed the arrow and reached back over his shoulder for another, hearing the now-familiar delicate cough that the Llayan princess used to attract attention. He rolled his eyes briefly and let the next arrow fly.
Lynnlita cleared her throat again, more forcefully this time.
“Mhmm?” the prince mumbled in vague annoyance, knocking another arrow into his bow.
“Would Nolryn be so kind as to usher Lynnlita to the palace’s healing house?” she asked primly.
Nol paused before he let his next arrow go. “You passed it on the way here,” he told her, “Big white dome by the main gate.”
The Llayan princess stood silently for a moment. “Lynnlita is very ill, and needs assistance to the healing house.”
Nol couldn’t help scoffing at this as he sighted down the next arrow towards the target. “So ill that she’s been blinded? go out of the archery range, turn right and walk straight ahead. You’re bound to bump into it soon enough, blinded or no.”
Lynnlita was silent a moment longer, formulating her next response. She’d barely begun to deliver it when the archer interrupted her.
“Lynnlita, please, I’m training.” He flung another arrow at the target, then made his way to the other end of the archery range to retrieve the forest of arrows that bristled from Middle Red. “I really don’t have time to run around after you. If you’re so incapacitated that you can’t see a massive, stark-white dome, find a servant to help you. That’s what they’re there for.”
He shoved his arrows back into his quiver and strode back to the firing line to do it all again. He could feel Lynnlita still watching him.
“Lynnlita is only here for a month,” the princess told him firmly, “It would bode well for Nolryn if he were slightly more polite to her.”
Nol didn’t respond.
“The whole time Lynnlita has been standing here, she has not once seen the arrow miss its target. Must you train so much when you’ve already reached the top?”
Nolryn raised an eyebrow as he lined his arrow up again, more because the princess had actually used the second person, rather than her audible annoyance. For all that the indirect Llayan speech sounded odd, hearing her use the word “you” was considerably stranger.
He let the arrow loose, watching as it thudded into the outer black ring. He turned to the princess, eyebrows raised to prove his point.
Lynnlita was not amused. “That was hardly an unintentional act,” she accused, her voice sharp and brittle as desert grass.
“Even so,” Nol countered light-heartedly, drawing another arrow and returning to his habitual on-target performance, “Yours is the kind of attitude that would either see me lose my place, or shot in Kazin.” He turned back to the bristling Llayan. “I trust you’re not so helplessly ill anymore, Princess?”
Lynnlita’s eyes narrowed briefly before she raised haughty eyebrows, lifted her chin proudly and strutted out of the archery range.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both charries are mine~
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 37. Lynnlita is ridiculously fun to write XD;
Nol was just lining up another shot when he got the undeniable feeling that he was being watched, and somehow, he knew who it was. He loosed the arrow and reached back over his shoulder for another, hearing the now-familiar delicate cough that the Llayan princess used to attract attention. He rolled his eyes briefly and let the next arrow fly.
Lynnlita cleared her throat again, more forcefully this time.
“Mhmm?” the prince mumbled in vague annoyance, knocking another arrow into his bow.
“Would Nolryn be so kind as to usher Lynnlita to the palace’s healing house?” she asked primly.
Nol paused before he let his next arrow go. “You passed it on the way here,” he told her, “Big white dome by the main gate.”
The Llayan princess stood silently for a moment. “Lynnlita is very ill, and needs assistance to the healing house.”
Nol couldn’t help scoffing at this as he sighted down the next arrow towards the target. “So ill that she’s been blinded? go out of the archery range, turn right and walk straight ahead. You’re bound to bump into it soon enough, blinded or no.”
Lynnlita was silent a moment longer, formulating her next response. She’d barely begun to deliver it when the archer interrupted her.
“Lynnlita, please, I’m training.” He flung another arrow at the target, then made his way to the other end of the archery range to retrieve the forest of arrows that bristled from Middle Red. “I really don’t have time to run around after you. If you’re so incapacitated that you can’t see a massive, stark-white dome, find a servant to help you. That’s what they’re there for.”
He shoved his arrows back into his quiver and strode back to the firing line to do it all again. He could feel Lynnlita still watching him.
“Lynnlita is only here for a month,” the princess told him firmly, “It would bode well for Nolryn if he were slightly more polite to her.”
Nol didn’t respond.
“The whole time Lynnlita has been standing here, she has not once seen the arrow miss its target. Must you train so much when you’ve already reached the top?”
Nolryn raised an eyebrow as he lined his arrow up again, more because the princess had actually used the second person, rather than her audible annoyance. For all that the indirect Llayan speech sounded odd, hearing her use the word “you” was considerably stranger.
He let the arrow loose, watching as it thudded into the outer black ring. He turned to the princess, eyebrows raised to prove his point.
Lynnlita was not amused. “That was hardly an unintentional act,” she accused, her voice sharp and brittle as desert grass.
“Even so,” Nol countered light-heartedly, drawing another arrow and returning to his habitual on-target performance, “Yours is the kind of attitude that would either see me lose my place, or shot in Kazin.” He turned back to the bristling Llayan. “I trust you’re not so helplessly ill anymore, Princess?”
Lynnlita’s eyes narrowed briefly before she raised haughty eyebrows, lifted her chin proudly and strutted out of the archery range.