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annarti.livejournal.com) wrote in yrae2005-04-18 10:20 pm
15min fic #100
Title~ Bitten Dog
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 100. I'm sure this saying exists in some real culture, but it can be Llayan too =P
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Amyrallyn paused momentarily, halfway through pulling her thread through the fabric, eyebrows raised just slightly before she continued with her embroidery. “A bitten dog bites back, sister dear,” she advised primly.
Lynnlita’s eyes narrowed as she glanced up from her own needlework. “How so?”
“He was a messenger boy. It is his job to carry messages. It is not his fault whether the messages please their recipient or not, neither is the subject of the message his fault.”
The younger girl raised her nose. “He was a messenger boy from the kitchen,” she emphasised, “If not his fault, then it was certainly the fault of someone down there.”
Amyrallyn looked up again, her honey-brown eyes meeting her sister’s calmly. “Whoever’s fault it was, it’s hardly a matter to raise your voice over.” Her gaze hardened slightly. “Lynnlita should apologise.”
Lynnlita picked up her needlework once more. “Lynnlita had just cause for raising her voice.”
“Because the kitchen has run out of Lynnlita’s favourite tea?”
“Certainly,” the younger girl answered prudishly.
Amyrallyn sighed and shook her head, poking her needle back through the fabric.
“And besides,” Lynnlita justified, “It’s that time—”
“The bitten dog cares for neither reason nor time of the month,” Amyrallyn said forcefully.
Lynnlita huffed quietly, then the two sisters resumed their embroidery in silence.
“Ow!” Lynnlita cried suddenly, inspecting her finger before lifting it to her lips. She glanced up, scowl ready, to see her sister grinning impishly back at her.
“Not a word,” Lynnlita advised.
Amyrallyn’s smirk only widened.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 100. I'm sure this saying exists in some real culture, but it can be Llayan too =P
Amyrallyn paused momentarily, halfway through pulling her thread through the fabric, eyebrows raised just slightly before she continued with her embroidery. “A bitten dog bites back, sister dear,” she advised primly.
Lynnlita’s eyes narrowed as she glanced up from her own needlework. “How so?”
“He was a messenger boy. It is his job to carry messages. It is not his fault whether the messages please their recipient or not, neither is the subject of the message his fault.”
The younger girl raised her nose. “He was a messenger boy from the kitchen,” she emphasised, “If not his fault, then it was certainly the fault of someone down there.”
Amyrallyn looked up again, her honey-brown eyes meeting her sister’s calmly. “Whoever’s fault it was, it’s hardly a matter to raise your voice over.” Her gaze hardened slightly. “Lynnlita should apologise.”
Lynnlita picked up her needlework once more. “Lynnlita had just cause for raising her voice.”
“Because the kitchen has run out of Lynnlita’s favourite tea?”
“Certainly,” the younger girl answered prudishly.
Amyrallyn sighed and shook her head, poking her needle back through the fabric.
“And besides,” Lynnlita justified, “It’s that time—”
“The bitten dog cares for neither reason nor time of the month,” Amyrallyn said forcefully.
Lynnlita huffed quietly, then the two sisters resumed their embroidery in silence.
“Ow!” Lynnlita cried suddenly, inspecting her finger before lifting it to her lips. She glanced up, scowl ready, to see her sister grinning impishly back at her.
“Not a word,” Lynnlita advised.
Amyrallyn’s smirk only widened.