Genesis 002
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Title~ Boys With Toys
Authoer~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, much as I don't like to admit it for this one X3;
Notes~ Genesis 002. Erm. Yes. Spot the gay bois! =D
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Nimay hunched her furs around her shoulders, bracing herself as she crawled out of her tent into the chilly Kazinian air. It wasn’t as cold as it could have been, but that bitter breeze, just as pervasive as the considerably hotter breeze in Raykin, bit at the skin even in broad sunlight. Not that there was much in the way of broad sunlight, what with the pines soaring high overhead.
She frowned, noticing belatedly that the campsite was near-empty. Only Yoryl and Kurae remained—the former dozing in furs by the campfire, the latter poking at something in the coals.
The swordswoman gave the pair a querying glance, but only received a shrug from Kurae. Yoryl didn’t look in a position to be roused.
“Something’s happening off that way,” Kurae told her, jerking his head and shifting the coals from whatever it was he was poking at. Damper, Nimay suspected. “Breakfast’s ready if you want to go tear them away.”
The swordswoman obligingly went off in search of the other members of the Own, salivating already.
They weren’t far from the campsite, all hunched behind rocks, trees and bushes and staring intently at what Nimay’s ears identified as a waterfall. As she approached, her curiosity only increased. When the object of their attention finally came into view, her shoulders dropped and eyebrows rose.
A pale-skinned Kazinian woman was bathing under the waterfall, flicking water from her hair in one fluid motion, sending a spray of twinkling droplets into the air. The men of the Own were motionless.
Nimay rolled her eyes and bent to pick up a twig, holding it out and snapping it very deliberately. Twelve heads instantly snapped around, the momentary look of panic being replaced by relief on about half of them, probably the half that realised being found out by Nimay wasn’t all that much better than being found out by a regiment of Kazinian archers.
The swordswoman jerked her head in the direction of the camp, then turned and left. It was an order that none would dare to disobey, no matter how sleek the Kazinian woman was. They shouldn’t be that interested anyway—Raykin had public baths shared by both genders, so it was hardly an unusual sight.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Nolryn began, having caught her up.
Nimay turned her head, eyebrows raised in a ‘this had better be good’ way.
“The fact that she was there means it’s a hot spring. We were just waiting for her to finish. I mean,” the prince persisted, well aware that he was losing his audience, “who in their right mind would bathe in this cold if it wasn’t?”
Nimay lifted her hand to hide a grin.
“It didn’t hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous though,” Melraan added casually.
“I wouldn’t argue with that,” the prince agreed.
The swordswoman rolled her eyes again, but not entirely without mirth. ‘Men.’
Authoer~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, much as I don't like to admit it for this one X3;
Notes~ Genesis 002. Erm. Yes. Spot the gay bois! =D
Nimay hunched her furs around her shoulders, bracing herself as she crawled out of her tent into the chilly Kazinian air. It wasn’t as cold as it could have been, but that bitter breeze, just as pervasive as the considerably hotter breeze in Raykin, bit at the skin even in broad sunlight. Not that there was much in the way of broad sunlight, what with the pines soaring high overhead.
She frowned, noticing belatedly that the campsite was near-empty. Only Yoryl and Kurae remained—the former dozing in furs by the campfire, the latter poking at something in the coals.
The swordswoman gave the pair a querying glance, but only received a shrug from Kurae. Yoryl didn’t look in a position to be roused.
“Something’s happening off that way,” Kurae told her, jerking his head and shifting the coals from whatever it was he was poking at. Damper, Nimay suspected. “Breakfast’s ready if you want to go tear them away.”
The swordswoman obligingly went off in search of the other members of the Own, salivating already.
They weren’t far from the campsite, all hunched behind rocks, trees and bushes and staring intently at what Nimay’s ears identified as a waterfall. As she approached, her curiosity only increased. When the object of their attention finally came into view, her shoulders dropped and eyebrows rose.
A pale-skinned Kazinian woman was bathing under the waterfall, flicking water from her hair in one fluid motion, sending a spray of twinkling droplets into the air. The men of the Own were motionless.
Nimay rolled her eyes and bent to pick up a twig, holding it out and snapping it very deliberately. Twelve heads instantly snapped around, the momentary look of panic being replaced by relief on about half of them, probably the half that realised being found out by Nimay wasn’t all that much better than being found out by a regiment of Kazinian archers.
The swordswoman jerked her head in the direction of the camp, then turned and left. It was an order that none would dare to disobey, no matter how sleek the Kazinian woman was. They shouldn’t be that interested anyway—Raykin had public baths shared by both genders, so it was hardly an unusual sight.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Nolryn began, having caught her up.
Nimay turned her head, eyebrows raised in a ‘this had better be good’ way.
“The fact that she was there means it’s a hot spring. We were just waiting for her to finish. I mean,” the prince persisted, well aware that he was losing his audience, “who in their right mind would bathe in this cold if it wasn’t?”
Nimay lifted her hand to hide a grin.
“It didn’t hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous though,” Melraan added casually.
“I wouldn’t argue with that,” the prince agreed.
The swordswoman rolled her eyes again, but not entirely without mirth. ‘Men.’
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Date: 2005-05-08 07:46 am (UTC)I have love =3 The damn pervs X)
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Date: 2005-05-08 10:04 am (UTC)