kawa~ inspiration #52
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Title~ Reminders
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 52. Yep, that it is.
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Nimay stood outside the inn, staring up at the almost-familiar rich blue and blood-orange above her. It had been too long since she had seen those colours in tandem with one another. Of course, the rusty red was in the form of Kazinian Autumn leaves rather than the Raykinian desert, but it was as close as she had come in three months.
There had been a few days during their trek through the mountains where the sky could be glimpsed through the sea of grey clouds that so characterised the northern kingdom, but it was a washed-out, diluted blue, waterlogged like the rest of the kingdom. Today, miraculously, the sky seemed the same blue as in Ni-Yana. It made her feel warm and happy, despite the chilling wind that still swept around her ankles and teased the back of her neck.
Eventually, Rau emerged from the inn, his face vaguely stormy, but not enough that a good rest wouldn’t fix.
“Price has doubled again for rooms,” he announced, drawing a sound of vague irritation from the riders, but there were no worded complaints. Nimay had a feeling it had something to do with the rich colours and sunlight, so much a change from the drab greys they had been living with since leaving Raykin. “A gold per person per night, and a silver per steed.”
Nimay fished the respective coin from her pocket and handed it to her General, then led her mare around to the rear of the inn where the stables lay.
Crackling Autumn leaves hushed under her feet as she walked, giving her the childish urge to start kicking at them as she’d seen young Kazinian children do.
Ashburn snorted, lifting her legs high to step elegantly over the leaves rather than charge through them. Apparently the mare didn’t find them quite so enjoyable as her rider. Nimay grinned and stroked her steed’s nose with her free hand.
Once the horse was stripped of saddle bags, bridle, saddle and other riding paraphernalia, Nimay began the strangely therapeutic task of rubbing and brushing down her horse. It was a task she insisted on doing herself rather than leave it to the stable hands, even if she was at home. Leaves still crackled outside as the other riders of the Own led their horses into the stable, and if she glanced outside, she could see a myriad of desert oranges and browns mixed with bright blue, Raykin-like sky.
Even though they had finally reached Silrona, the city at the heart of the Kazinian mountains, it was the closest Nimay felt to being home since they had first crossed the border, almost three months ago.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 52. Yep, that it is.
Nimay stood outside the inn, staring up at the almost-familiar rich blue and blood-orange above her. It had been too long since she had seen those colours in tandem with one another. Of course, the rusty red was in the form of Kazinian Autumn leaves rather than the Raykinian desert, but it was as close as she had come in three months.
There had been a few days during their trek through the mountains where the sky could be glimpsed through the sea of grey clouds that so characterised the northern kingdom, but it was a washed-out, diluted blue, waterlogged like the rest of the kingdom. Today, miraculously, the sky seemed the same blue as in Ni-Yana. It made her feel warm and happy, despite the chilling wind that still swept around her ankles and teased the back of her neck.
Eventually, Rau emerged from the inn, his face vaguely stormy, but not enough that a good rest wouldn’t fix.
“Price has doubled again for rooms,” he announced, drawing a sound of vague irritation from the riders, but there were no worded complaints. Nimay had a feeling it had something to do with the rich colours and sunlight, so much a change from the drab greys they had been living with since leaving Raykin. “A gold per person per night, and a silver per steed.”
Nimay fished the respective coin from her pocket and handed it to her General, then led her mare around to the rear of the inn where the stables lay.
Crackling Autumn leaves hushed under her feet as she walked, giving her the childish urge to start kicking at them as she’d seen young Kazinian children do.
Ashburn snorted, lifting her legs high to step elegantly over the leaves rather than charge through them. Apparently the mare didn’t find them quite so enjoyable as her rider. Nimay grinned and stroked her steed’s nose with her free hand.
Once the horse was stripped of saddle bags, bridle, saddle and other riding paraphernalia, Nimay began the strangely therapeutic task of rubbing and brushing down her horse. It was a task she insisted on doing herself rather than leave it to the stable hands, even if she was at home. Leaves still crackled outside as the other riders of the Own led their horses into the stable, and if she glanced outside, she could see a myriad of desert oranges and browns mixed with bright blue, Raykin-like sky.
Even though they had finally reached Silrona, the city at the heart of the Kazinian mountains, it was the closest Nimay felt to being home since they had first crossed the border, almost three months ago.