15min fic #95
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Title~ Common Cold
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 95. Also~ for those who've not been reading the 15 in 15 thingies, the blade archers all have a bad habit of ditching things at anyone, just because they can, and are really quite annoying people. Some of the guys find them funny, others just can't stand 'em.
Edit~ 10 August 06 ~ Yoryl hasn't joined up yet, my bad.
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Nimay groaned heavily and gave a distinctly annoyed sniff before groaning again. She drew in a sharp breath, held it there expectantly for a few seconds, then let it die with relief…
…And sneezed again.
“I think that’s the record,” Nolryn croaked. He was still at the ‘sore throat’ stage, having been one of the later riders to catch the cold that had swept through the Own. “Seven in a row, plus another.”
Nimay groaned eloquently. If the sneeze would just get it over with, she’d be fine. Well, not fine exactly, but better than when it hung around, disappeared then hit her when she wasn’t prepared.
Another sneeze exploded from the ranks behind her. “I hate Kazin,” she heard Melraan mutter.
Nimay turned in the saddle and raised her eyebrows at the swordsman. To her memory, she’d never heard him openly criticise the northern kingdom. Certain aspects of it, maybe, but never Kazin itself.
Melraan shrugged and gave a half-hearted grin. “Nol hasn’t said it for a good hour, so I figured I’d fill the gap.”
Nimay gave a “fair enough” shrug in reply, sneezing and groaning again as she turned back to the road ahead. Ashburn flicked an ear and turned her head briefly to glance back at her rider, but kept her pace going steadily.
“We’re not technically in Kazin anymore,” the prince returned, then coughed loudly. “I figured it was a moot point.”
“I pity the poor bah—” Melraan broke off into a string of sneezes “—bastards in Ni-Horia,” he finished, as though nothing had interrupted his sentence, “the whole damn population is going to have this cold by the time we leave them.”
“We’ll camp on the outskirts,” Rau told them. He was on the tail end, retaining little more than a blocked nose and the occasional sneeze, one of which he gave now. “Unless the damn thing’s gone by then.”
Nimay shook her head dubiously—Yoryl and Kaen still rode upwind of the rest of them, taunting them with their healthiness. They were bound to catch it sooner or later, and since the lifespan of this cold seemed to be around a week, it was more than likely that the two blade archers would be passing it on.
“Okay,” Rau conceded, “so we make those two camp on the outskirts. I don’t think anyone will miss them too much.” He grinned maliciously, or would have done had another sneeze not chosen to spring up on him.
Nimay couldn’t help but grin with him.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 95. Also~ for those who've not been reading the 15 in 15 thingies, the blade archers all have a bad habit of ditching things at anyone, just because they can, and are really quite annoying people. Some of the guys find them funny, others just can't stand 'em.
Edit~ 10 August 06 ~ Yoryl hasn't joined up yet, my bad.
Nimay groaned heavily and gave a distinctly annoyed sniff before groaning again. She drew in a sharp breath, held it there expectantly for a few seconds, then let it die with relief…
…And sneezed again.
“I think that’s the record,” Nolryn croaked. He was still at the ‘sore throat’ stage, having been one of the later riders to catch the cold that had swept through the Own. “Seven in a row, plus another.”
Nimay groaned eloquently. If the sneeze would just get it over with, she’d be fine. Well, not fine exactly, but better than when it hung around, disappeared then hit her when she wasn’t prepared.
Another sneeze exploded from the ranks behind her. “I hate Kazin,” she heard Melraan mutter.
Nimay turned in the saddle and raised her eyebrows at the swordsman. To her memory, she’d never heard him openly criticise the northern kingdom. Certain aspects of it, maybe, but never Kazin itself.
Melraan shrugged and gave a half-hearted grin. “Nol hasn’t said it for a good hour, so I figured I’d fill the gap.”
Nimay gave a “fair enough” shrug in reply, sneezing and groaning again as she turned back to the road ahead. Ashburn flicked an ear and turned her head briefly to glance back at her rider, but kept her pace going steadily.
“We’re not technically in Kazin anymore,” the prince returned, then coughed loudly. “I figured it was a moot point.”
“I pity the poor bah—” Melraan broke off into a string of sneezes “—bastards in Ni-Horia,” he finished, as though nothing had interrupted his sentence, “the whole damn population is going to have this cold by the time we leave them.”
“We’ll camp on the outskirts,” Rau told them. He was on the tail end, retaining little more than a blocked nose and the occasional sneeze, one of which he gave now. “Unless the damn thing’s gone by then.”
Nimay shook her head dubiously—Yoryl and Kaen still rode upwind of the rest of them, taunting them with their healthiness. They were bound to catch it sooner or later, and since the lifespan of this cold seemed to be around a week, it was more than likely that the two blade archers would be passing it on.
“Okay,” Rau conceded, “so we make those two camp on the outskirts. I don’t think anyone will miss them too much.” He grinned maliciously, or would have done had another sneeze not chosen to spring up on him.
Nimay couldn’t help but grin with him.