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annarti.livejournal.com) wrote in yrae2005-04-19 12:13 am
15min fic #101
Title~ Lost
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 101. And~ stuff. Might stop spamming these things for the day. Maybe. Depends what the next word is and if I've got any inspiration for it, I guess.
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Nimay put her hands on her hips and surveyed her room, a deep, thoughtful frown on her face as she eyed the piles of clothes and other random items strewn over the furniture. It might do to take them to the laundry sooner or later. Probably later. She had things to find right now.
‘If I were a bow and quiver,’ she muttered silently to herself, ‘Where would I be? I’d be with the sword and dagger.’ She made a sound that was half sigh, half groan and stared where her sword and dagger hung in their scabbards from the wall by her clothes chest. The hook that habitually held her bow and quiver was empty.
She’d already checked under her bed, behind her closet, through countless piles of clothes, under the desk, behind the desk, in the wardrobe, in the (nearly empty) clothes chest… The bow was gone.
‘This is ridiculous,’ she huffed quietly, then picked her way to the window, dove out and drifted down to the archery range. For a good half-hour, she rifled through the boxes of quivers usually reserved for the boys still training to become part of the army, and finally her quiver appeared. Evidently she’d left it here lat time she was training and some kind soul, probably a servant who knew nothing about quiver designs, put it and her bow back with the others.
However, a further half-hour of raking her eyes over the racks of hung-up training bows yielded no results.
She rested back against one of the quiver boxes, absently biting her bottom lip and staring vacantly back out at the archery range…
…where it appeared that Naraan was taking the next group of budding young army personnel for archery lessons. No wonder the quiver boxes and bow racks had seemed so spacious.
She strode casually over to the Own rider-come-archery master and looked pointedly at the training boys.
“Lost your bow again?” Naraan asked, a faint grin on his lips. It had been something of a running joke during her training days, and would apparently remain one while she rode with the Own as well.
The swordswoman nodded ruefully and gestured vaguely around the archery range.
Naraan slapped his thigh in realisation. “Yours is the one with blue and white tips, right? Reki’s got it. He’s the archer on the forth target there.” He pointed to the boy, who was just pulling back the bowstring.
Nimay pressed her hands together in thanks and waited for the boy to empty his quiver. She wasn’t particularly impressed by the fact that he managed to hit at least the third ring from the centre with every arrow. He even his middle red twice. ‘That’s that argument out the window then,’ she mused quietly, then approached the boy as subtly as possible.
An hour later she strode out of the archery range, bow slung over her shoulder, but froze in the act of spreading her wings.
She’d forgotten her quiver.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 101. And~ stuff. Might stop spamming these things for the day. Maybe. Depends what the next word is and if I've got any inspiration for it, I guess.
Nimay put her hands on her hips and surveyed her room, a deep, thoughtful frown on her face as she eyed the piles of clothes and other random items strewn over the furniture. It might do to take them to the laundry sooner or later. Probably later. She had things to find right now.
‘If I were a bow and quiver,’ she muttered silently to herself, ‘Where would I be? I’d be with the sword and dagger.’ She made a sound that was half sigh, half groan and stared where her sword and dagger hung in their scabbards from the wall by her clothes chest. The hook that habitually held her bow and quiver was empty.
She’d already checked under her bed, behind her closet, through countless piles of clothes, under the desk, behind the desk, in the wardrobe, in the (nearly empty) clothes chest… The bow was gone.
‘This is ridiculous,’ she huffed quietly, then picked her way to the window, dove out and drifted down to the archery range. For a good half-hour, she rifled through the boxes of quivers usually reserved for the boys still training to become part of the army, and finally her quiver appeared. Evidently she’d left it here lat time she was training and some kind soul, probably a servant who knew nothing about quiver designs, put it and her bow back with the others.
However, a further half-hour of raking her eyes over the racks of hung-up training bows yielded no results.
She rested back against one of the quiver boxes, absently biting her bottom lip and staring vacantly back out at the archery range…
…where it appeared that Naraan was taking the next group of budding young army personnel for archery lessons. No wonder the quiver boxes and bow racks had seemed so spacious.
She strode casually over to the Own rider-come-archery master and looked pointedly at the training boys.
“Lost your bow again?” Naraan asked, a faint grin on his lips. It had been something of a running joke during her training days, and would apparently remain one while she rode with the Own as well.
The swordswoman nodded ruefully and gestured vaguely around the archery range.
Naraan slapped his thigh in realisation. “Yours is the one with blue and white tips, right? Reki’s got it. He’s the archer on the forth target there.” He pointed to the boy, who was just pulling back the bowstring.
Nimay pressed her hands together in thanks and waited for the boy to empty his quiver. She wasn’t particularly impressed by the fact that he managed to hit at least the third ring from the centre with every arrow. He even his middle red twice. ‘That’s that argument out the window then,’ she mused quietly, then approached the boy as subtly as possible.
An hour later she strode out of the archery range, bow slung over her shoulder, but froze in the act of spreading her wings.
She’d forgotten her quiver.