15min fic #102
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Title~ Birth of the Mini Thrai
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 102.
Edit~ 6 August 06 ~ Um... They didn't know Yoryl at this point. And Yoryl sure as hell doesn't fancy himself as a swordie. It's probably Kaen >>;;
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“You know what we need here?” Melraan was staring almost wistfully into his glass of Llayan liquor.
Nimay raised her eyebrows, just to humour her fellow swordsman. She knew exactly what they needed.
“Real booze.”
The swordswoman nodded, along with three other Raykinians who had been coaxed along to the Llayan tournament. The competition hadn’t yet started, and wouldn’t until the next morning, but already the Raykinians were missing their home brew.
Nolryn frowned at their old blade archery master, Nihqel, who’d been to the Llayan tournament a few times before. “Surely you guys have brought beer over on other tournaments?”
Nihqel shook his head. “It’s something we keep meaning to do,” he lamented, “but we always get onto it too late. No brewery is willing to brew enough beer for a hundred men over two weeks, and ferry the whole lot over here. Not for less than about 2000 gold pieces, anyway.”
“What is this, anyway?” Yoryl, one of the blade archers who fancied himself as a swordsman and had latched onto the small group for the evening, was swilling the contents of his glass suspiciously.
“This,” Nol demonstrated, taking an exaggerated whiff of his own glass and putting on a terrible Llayan accent as only he could, “is a 4002 pinot noir from Limernali Estate.”
Nimay giggled.
“I’ll go along with that.” Yoryl swilled his glass and took a swig of the burgundy liquid. “Nearly fifty years old and it’s still dull as river water.”
“You’re supposed to be able to taste other things in it,” Nihqel supplied.
“I’ve never understood that,” Nol said, taking a reluctant sip of his Limernali Estate 4002 pinot noir. “I mean, it’s all grape juice, isn’t it?”
Nihqel shrugged. “They must put apricot juice in it as well or something, try and make it taste like what they say it tastes like.”
Nimay shook her head. Whatever they did, it didn’t work.
“Right,” Nol said decisively, slapping his free hand on his knee, “That’s settled then. Next tournament I’ll see if I can figure out a way to get a wagon or three of palace brew over here.”
“You’re serious?” Melraan asked.
The prince grinned and nodded. “Set up our own sort of Mini Thrai over here for the duration.”
Nihqel smiled broadly and raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 102.
Edit~ 6 August 06 ~ Um... They didn't know Yoryl at this point. And Yoryl sure as hell doesn't fancy himself as a swordie. It's probably Kaen >>;;
“You know what we need here?” Melraan was staring almost wistfully into his glass of Llayan liquor.
Nimay raised her eyebrows, just to humour her fellow swordsman. She knew exactly what they needed.
“Real booze.”
The swordswoman nodded, along with three other Raykinians who had been coaxed along to the Llayan tournament. The competition hadn’t yet started, and wouldn’t until the next morning, but already the Raykinians were missing their home brew.
Nolryn frowned at their old blade archery master, Nihqel, who’d been to the Llayan tournament a few times before. “Surely you guys have brought beer over on other tournaments?”
Nihqel shook his head. “It’s something we keep meaning to do,” he lamented, “but we always get onto it too late. No brewery is willing to brew enough beer for a hundred men over two weeks, and ferry the whole lot over here. Not for less than about 2000 gold pieces, anyway.”
“What is this, anyway?” Yoryl, one of the blade archers who fancied himself as a swordsman and had latched onto the small group for the evening, was swilling the contents of his glass suspiciously.
“This,” Nol demonstrated, taking an exaggerated whiff of his own glass and putting on a terrible Llayan accent as only he could, “is a 4002 pinot noir from Limernali Estate.”
Nimay giggled.
“I’ll go along with that.” Yoryl swilled his glass and took a swig of the burgundy liquid. “Nearly fifty years old and it’s still dull as river water.”
“You’re supposed to be able to taste other things in it,” Nihqel supplied.
“I’ve never understood that,” Nol said, taking a reluctant sip of his Limernali Estate 4002 pinot noir. “I mean, it’s all grape juice, isn’t it?”
Nihqel shrugged. “They must put apricot juice in it as well or something, try and make it taste like what they say it tastes like.”
Nimay shook her head. Whatever they did, it didn’t work.
“Right,” Nol said decisively, slapping his free hand on his knee, “That’s settled then. Next tournament I’ll see if I can figure out a way to get a wagon or three of palace brew over here.”
“You’re serious?” Melraan asked.
The prince grinned and nodded. “Set up our own sort of Mini Thrai over here for the duration.”
Nihqel smiled broadly and raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”
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Date: 2005-04-19 09:23 am (UTC)My guess is they get used to it about as soon as I do, considering I'm the one writing them X3;;