kawa~ inspiration #38
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Title~ Blank Canvas
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Random Tsaythi chick is mine, so's her kingdom and the fic
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 38. Of the 200-odd mini!fics I've done, not one of them has shown a Tsaythi. I've shown the old school Own there once, but there weren't any actual Tsaythis in sight. So here's one of them. Yay!
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Colour began to gradually wash over the otherwise blank white canvas of Tsayth. The pristine white sands had begun to glow diluted gold as the sun began to make its descent. Even the rich, sapphire jewel of the ocean and bright sky it reflected earned a gold tint.
Thiras flopped down into one of the hammocks randomly dotted around Tsayth’s capital of Ryas, sighing heavily. It was such a boring, monochromatic kingdom. A uniform blue and white during the day, black, blue and grey at night, then an hour or so of gold when the two met. Dignitaries who visited from Llayad often liked to describe it as a clean, crisp kingdom. Thiras was convinced it was simply boring.
She stared up at the unchanging sky as the hammock swung lazily from side to side. Still no clouds. Apparently, the people in northern Llayad complained about clouds and rain. Here, they were such a rarity that Thiras could envision grandparents telling their children of clouds. Thiras couldn’t remember the first time she’d seen a cloud, but her mother had always had great fun relating the story.
Apparently she’d been terrified, thinking that something up in the sky had stolen a chunk of Tsayth, and that it would either drop it back on top of Ryas or not give it back at all.
Thiras couldn’t help but grin at the thought, but her face soon settled back into her habitual look of intense and unrelenting boredom. At least if there was a cloud up there, she could stare at it and make shapes out of it until it swept back out over the ocean.
The hung one leg over the edge of the hammock, idly swinging herself. Why bother letting her leave early? What was she supposed to do with the time? Rest and relaxation got old very, very quickly. Especially when the knots in the hammock began to dig into her back. She eyed the smooth sand momentarily, but decided she couldn’t be bothered moving, now that she was here.
She closed her eyes, listening to the drowsy hushing of the waves, gradually growing louder as one of the small fishing boats washed up on shore.
“Lazy bastards,” Thiras mumbled half-heartedly, flicking an eye open to gauge the sun’s position. Was everyone being let off early today? She shrugged and let her eye drop closed again, half-listening to the sailors as they dragged their boat up the beach and emptied the day’s catch onto the sand, where they began to clean it.
The same every day. True, the kingdom never had the problems of internal war that Kazin had, and Tsaythis knew far better how to handle drought than Raykinians, but sometimes, the practicality of Tsayth just got to Thiras. She didn’t want to take the luxuries to quite the extent of the Llayans, but just enough to give her some variety. A bit of colour to splash over the kingdom’s blank white canvas, that’s all she was asking for.
She sighed again, wistfully this time, knowing such a thing would never happen.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Random Tsaythi chick is mine, so's her kingdom and the fic
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 38. Of the 200-odd mini!fics I've done, not one of them has shown a Tsaythi. I've shown the old school Own there once, but there weren't any actual Tsaythis in sight. So here's one of them. Yay!
Colour began to gradually wash over the otherwise blank white canvas of Tsayth. The pristine white sands had begun to glow diluted gold as the sun began to make its descent. Even the rich, sapphire jewel of the ocean and bright sky it reflected earned a gold tint.
Thiras flopped down into one of the hammocks randomly dotted around Tsayth’s capital of Ryas, sighing heavily. It was such a boring, monochromatic kingdom. A uniform blue and white during the day, black, blue and grey at night, then an hour or so of gold when the two met. Dignitaries who visited from Llayad often liked to describe it as a clean, crisp kingdom. Thiras was convinced it was simply boring.
She stared up at the unchanging sky as the hammock swung lazily from side to side. Still no clouds. Apparently, the people in northern Llayad complained about clouds and rain. Here, they were such a rarity that Thiras could envision grandparents telling their children of clouds. Thiras couldn’t remember the first time she’d seen a cloud, but her mother had always had great fun relating the story.
Apparently she’d been terrified, thinking that something up in the sky had stolen a chunk of Tsayth, and that it would either drop it back on top of Ryas or not give it back at all.
Thiras couldn’t help but grin at the thought, but her face soon settled back into her habitual look of intense and unrelenting boredom. At least if there was a cloud up there, she could stare at it and make shapes out of it until it swept back out over the ocean.
The hung one leg over the edge of the hammock, idly swinging herself. Why bother letting her leave early? What was she supposed to do with the time? Rest and relaxation got old very, very quickly. Especially when the knots in the hammock began to dig into her back. She eyed the smooth sand momentarily, but decided she couldn’t be bothered moving, now that she was here.
She closed her eyes, listening to the drowsy hushing of the waves, gradually growing louder as one of the small fishing boats washed up on shore.
“Lazy bastards,” Thiras mumbled half-heartedly, flicking an eye open to gauge the sun’s position. Was everyone being let off early today? She shrugged and let her eye drop closed again, half-listening to the sailors as they dragged their boat up the beach and emptied the day’s catch onto the sand, where they began to clean it.
The same every day. True, the kingdom never had the problems of internal war that Kazin had, and Tsaythis knew far better how to handle drought than Raykinians, but sometimes, the practicality of Tsayth just got to Thiras. She didn’t want to take the luxuries to quite the extent of the Llayans, but just enough to give her some variety. A bit of colour to splash over the kingdom’s blank white canvas, that’s all she was asking for.
She sighed again, wistfully this time, knowing such a thing would never happen.