kawa~ inspiration #45
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Title~ We Gotta get Outa this Place
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ I dunno who they are, but they're mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 45. Random Kazinian chicks at the House of Small Donations X3
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Resa was bored. She’d been working at the House of Small Donations for two months now, and she was thoroughly bored with the job. For the first week it had been quite interesting—she’d met scores of new people, had fun mocking the foreign accents and taxing the Raykinians according to how amusingly they pronounced their destination city of Sissillya, or perhaps Assiraz.
Yes, those first few weeks had been some of the most amusing of her life, but one could only snort and giggle at the Raykinian lisp for so long before the mispronunciations became more of an annoyance than a source of amusement. After two months, the caravans all merged together so the only distinction between any of them was whether the driver could say ‘S’ or not.
Resa needed a change.
“The next caravan that comes around that corner,” she pronounced to her friend Sylen, “I’m going with them.”
Sylen blinked and stared at the aforementioned corner. “That road goes out of Kazin, Resa.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“You want to make a living in Raykin?”
“Hah!” Resa cackled, “Not likely! They’d skin me alive. No, I want to try Llayad.”
Sylen looked down the road in the opposite direction, where the southern kingdoms lay. “What do you plan on doing once you’re there?”
The younger woman shrugged. “Train up, enter in that tournament they’ve got in Nenyad. They love you forever if you’re planning on that. Feed you and everything, especially if you’re going for the joust.”
Sylen paused, a thoughtful look on her face as she stared down the road. “Really?”
“Yep. Heard it from heaps of people who’ve come through from there.”
“Ah, is that why you keep asking about it?”
“Yep.”
“Can I come too?”
“Sure. Next caravan that comes through, whether they’re Kazinian or not. If we tell them they won’t have to pay, they’ll probably take us at least to the border.”
Sylen grinned and the two women focused back up the road, willing the next caravan to be a Kazinian or a Llayan wagon. In an hour, just as the boredom was setting in once more, the sound of hoof beats reached Resa’s ears, and she exchanged malicious grins with her friend.
A group of riders on horseback rounded the corner, but there was no caravan being towed behind them. Resa frowned; Sylen slapped her forehead.
“I dare you to ask them,” Sylen told her companion.
“Why? Who’re they?”
Sylen shrugged with exaggerated calm. “Raykinian King’s Own. Best fighters in the kingdom.”
“Ah.” Resa’s shoulders slouched as the Raykinian horse riders approached. “Five gold per rider then. We’ll get on the next caravan.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ I dunno who they are, but they're mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 45. Random Kazinian chicks at the House of Small Donations X3
Resa was bored. She’d been working at the House of Small Donations for two months now, and she was thoroughly bored with the job. For the first week it had been quite interesting—she’d met scores of new people, had fun mocking the foreign accents and taxing the Raykinians according to how amusingly they pronounced their destination city of Sissillya, or perhaps Assiraz.
Yes, those first few weeks had been some of the most amusing of her life, but one could only snort and giggle at the Raykinian lisp for so long before the mispronunciations became more of an annoyance than a source of amusement. After two months, the caravans all merged together so the only distinction between any of them was whether the driver could say ‘S’ or not.
Resa needed a change.
“The next caravan that comes around that corner,” she pronounced to her friend Sylen, “I’m going with them.”
Sylen blinked and stared at the aforementioned corner. “That road goes out of Kazin, Resa.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“You want to make a living in Raykin?”
“Hah!” Resa cackled, “Not likely! They’d skin me alive. No, I want to try Llayad.”
Sylen looked down the road in the opposite direction, where the southern kingdoms lay. “What do you plan on doing once you’re there?”
The younger woman shrugged. “Train up, enter in that tournament they’ve got in Nenyad. They love you forever if you’re planning on that. Feed you and everything, especially if you’re going for the joust.”
Sylen paused, a thoughtful look on her face as she stared down the road. “Really?”
“Yep. Heard it from heaps of people who’ve come through from there.”
“Ah, is that why you keep asking about it?”
“Yep.”
“Can I come too?”
“Sure. Next caravan that comes through, whether they’re Kazinian or not. If we tell them they won’t have to pay, they’ll probably take us at least to the border.”
Sylen grinned and the two women focused back up the road, willing the next caravan to be a Kazinian or a Llayan wagon. In an hour, just as the boredom was setting in once more, the sound of hoof beats reached Resa’s ears, and she exchanged malicious grins with her friend.
A group of riders on horseback rounded the corner, but there was no caravan being towed behind them. Resa frowned; Sylen slapped her forehead.
“I dare you to ask them,” Sylen told her companion.
“Why? Who’re they?”
Sylen shrugged with exaggerated calm. “Raykinian King’s Own. Best fighters in the kingdom.”
“Ah.” Resa’s shoulders slouched as the Raykinian horse riders approached. “Five gold per rider then. We’ll get on the next caravan.”
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Date: 2005-04-26 09:38 am (UTC)This fic amuses me though, I likes it =3
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Date: 2005-04-26 09:40 am (UTC)Glad you liked it hun X3 <3