15min fic #99
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Title~ Sav Blanc
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All charries are mine~ as is the fic
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 99. I've always thought this'd be amusing X3 I'm with the Raykinians. All just fermented grape juice to me.
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Nimay raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, leaning back against the sofa as the Llayan servant presented her with four glasses balanced on a silver platter. They were each filled with a pale golden-coloured drink that gave off a smell she was quite unused to. She glanced up once at the servant’s impassive face, then slowly took one of the glasses, casting an uncertain glance at her companion as the servant moved on.
Nolryn was surveying the glasses with the same cautious uncertainty before finally selecting one. “I thought wine was supposed to be red,” he noted distastefully, staring down his nose at the liquid.
Lynnlita and her sister Amyrallyn exchanged glances, giggling.
“Most certainly not,” Lynnlita scorned, picking the last remaining glass from the tray and swilling its contents with an action that told of many years experience. “Ordinarily when first introducing people to wine they are given a sweet wine,” she explained, “but given that Raykinians are already so accustomed to alcohol, this is a rather dry one.”
Amyrallyn nodded. “Which is it? The 4048?”
The servant bowed to introduce himself briefly in the discussion. “4049 sauvignon blanc, Highness.”
“Ah yes, of course.” She buried her nose delicately in the glass but didn’t deign to sip it just yet. “Quite a citrusy nose to this one.”
Lynnlita did the same. “It is quite. Passionfruit, perhaps?”
“Amyrallyn detects a hint of lime there as well.”
The younger princess frowned and sniffed again. “Quite right,” she agreed.
Nimay blinked and stared at her own glass, then buried her nose in it in the same way, shaking her head helplessly. Where the ideas of passionfruit and lime had come from she had no idea.
Nolryn shook his head in the same way. “Smells like fermented grape juice to me.” Nimay nodded in agreement.
Both Llayan princesses gasped simultaneously. Nimay could barely stifle a giggle at their outward horror at Nol’s justified comment.
The prince merely shrugged and took a swig of the pale liquid, swilling it around his mouth and inspecting the glass as he did when sampling a new brew at the ‘Thrai. Eventually he swallowed, nose scrunched slightly with distaste. He was evidently well aware that the three ladies were all staring expectantly at him.
Finally he shook his head and set the glass down on the small table between the two sofas. “Fermented grape juice,” he concluded.
“One could say much the same of Raykinian brew,” Amyrallyn noted, her voice slightly bitter, “Fermented barley hops and yeast.”
Now it was the Raykinians’ turn to draw in simultaneous sharp breaths. The Llayans grinned mirthlessly.
“Touché,” Nol conceded.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All charries are mine~ as is the fic
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 99. I've always thought this'd be amusing X3 I'm with the Raykinians. All just fermented grape juice to me.
Nimay raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, leaning back against the sofa as the Llayan servant presented her with four glasses balanced on a silver platter. They were each filled with a pale golden-coloured drink that gave off a smell she was quite unused to. She glanced up once at the servant’s impassive face, then slowly took one of the glasses, casting an uncertain glance at her companion as the servant moved on.
Nolryn was surveying the glasses with the same cautious uncertainty before finally selecting one. “I thought wine was supposed to be red,” he noted distastefully, staring down his nose at the liquid.
Lynnlita and her sister Amyrallyn exchanged glances, giggling.
“Most certainly not,” Lynnlita scorned, picking the last remaining glass from the tray and swilling its contents with an action that told of many years experience. “Ordinarily when first introducing people to wine they are given a sweet wine,” she explained, “but given that Raykinians are already so accustomed to alcohol, this is a rather dry one.”
Amyrallyn nodded. “Which is it? The 4048?”
The servant bowed to introduce himself briefly in the discussion. “4049 sauvignon blanc, Highness.”
“Ah yes, of course.” She buried her nose delicately in the glass but didn’t deign to sip it just yet. “Quite a citrusy nose to this one.”
Lynnlita did the same. “It is quite. Passionfruit, perhaps?”
“Amyrallyn detects a hint of lime there as well.”
The younger princess frowned and sniffed again. “Quite right,” she agreed.
Nimay blinked and stared at her own glass, then buried her nose in it in the same way, shaking her head helplessly. Where the ideas of passionfruit and lime had come from she had no idea.
Nolryn shook his head in the same way. “Smells like fermented grape juice to me.” Nimay nodded in agreement.
Both Llayan princesses gasped simultaneously. Nimay could barely stifle a giggle at their outward horror at Nol’s justified comment.
The prince merely shrugged and took a swig of the pale liquid, swilling it around his mouth and inspecting the glass as he did when sampling a new brew at the ‘Thrai. Eventually he swallowed, nose scrunched slightly with distaste. He was evidently well aware that the three ladies were all staring expectantly at him.
Finally he shook his head and set the glass down on the small table between the two sofas. “Fermented grape juice,” he concluded.
“One could say much the same of Raykinian brew,” Amyrallyn noted, her voice slightly bitter, “Fermented barley hops and yeast.”
Now it was the Raykinians’ turn to draw in simultaneous sharp breaths. The Llayans grinned mirthlessly.
“Touché,” Nol conceded.