kawa~ inspiration #57
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Title~ Pub Crawl
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine as per the norm
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 57. I'm actually at uni now, yay. Was about to leave and go home but I finally remembered exactly what I was going to do for this inspiration, so obviously couldn't leave it. Yay! Pub crawl!
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Nimay grinned triumphantly as Melraan displayed his open palm to her in defeat and bent to pick up his fallen sword.
“That’s me for the day,” he declared, fetching his scabbard from the doorway.
Nimay nodded in agreement and wiped her brow with her wrist before sheathing her own sword.
“Ulkar and I have decided we’re going on a pub crawl tonight,” the swordsman said, “Swordies only, no archers, no pikemen, certainly no blade archers. You in?”
Nimay grinned broadly and nodded. It was always fun to do things with just the swordsmen of the Own.
“Sensational,” Melraan laughed, then called over to where Ulkar was training with Emon. “I’ve got another new recruit!”
“How’d you end up with all the easy ones, anyway?” he demanded between sword clashes. Emon was one of the less lenient of the swordsmen when it came to relaxation.
Ulkar cried out suddenly after that remark, his sword clattering to the ground as he sucked on his cut hand. Emon raised an eyebrow and examined the tip of his sword briefly before taking his stance back again.
The two swordsmen on the sidelines laughed.
“Come on, Emon,” Melraan said imploringly, “You can afford one single night off.”
Emon shook his head. “I don’t think so, Melraan. One night leads to the next day, then the next night—”
The other three swordsmen were already groaning and rolling their eyes. They’d heard this speech every time they’d tried to get Emon to come to the pub.
“You need to learn to relax a bit more, Emon,” Ulkar told him, “All work and no play…”
The older swordsman shrugged. “Cuts down on expenses.”
Nimay blinked and craned her neck forward, then turned a questioning frown on Melraan. Had she heard right?
Melraan shrugged helplessly. “You don’t seriously still think about expenses, do you? You ride with the King’s Own, Emon, and have been for, what, a decade?”
Emon huffed quietly. “Eight years, and yes, I do. I’m not going to be with the Own forever. Have you thought about what you’ll do once you’re out? Or what might happen if there’s another Great Drought? I didn’t think so.”
Nimay and the other two swordsmen were silent for a moment, exchanging glances while they processed what Emon was telling them.
“You’re coming on a pub crawl,” Melraan told him flatly. “If you’re with the Own and still thinking about saving money, something’s wrong.” He grinned suddenly. “And booze is the best thing to fix that.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine as per the norm
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 57. I'm actually at uni now, yay. Was about to leave and go home but I finally remembered exactly what I was going to do for this inspiration, so obviously couldn't leave it. Yay! Pub crawl!
Nimay grinned triumphantly as Melraan displayed his open palm to her in defeat and bent to pick up his fallen sword.
“That’s me for the day,” he declared, fetching his scabbard from the doorway.
Nimay nodded in agreement and wiped her brow with her wrist before sheathing her own sword.
“Ulkar and I have decided we’re going on a pub crawl tonight,” the swordsman said, “Swordies only, no archers, no pikemen, certainly no blade archers. You in?”
Nimay grinned broadly and nodded. It was always fun to do things with just the swordsmen of the Own.
“Sensational,” Melraan laughed, then called over to where Ulkar was training with Emon. “I’ve got another new recruit!”
“How’d you end up with all the easy ones, anyway?” he demanded between sword clashes. Emon was one of the less lenient of the swordsmen when it came to relaxation.
Ulkar cried out suddenly after that remark, his sword clattering to the ground as he sucked on his cut hand. Emon raised an eyebrow and examined the tip of his sword briefly before taking his stance back again.
The two swordsmen on the sidelines laughed.
“Come on, Emon,” Melraan said imploringly, “You can afford one single night off.”
Emon shook his head. “I don’t think so, Melraan. One night leads to the next day, then the next night—”
The other three swordsmen were already groaning and rolling their eyes. They’d heard this speech every time they’d tried to get Emon to come to the pub.
“You need to learn to relax a bit more, Emon,” Ulkar told him, “All work and no play…”
The older swordsman shrugged. “Cuts down on expenses.”
Nimay blinked and craned her neck forward, then turned a questioning frown on Melraan. Had she heard right?
Melraan shrugged helplessly. “You don’t seriously still think about expenses, do you? You ride with the King’s Own, Emon, and have been for, what, a decade?”
Emon huffed quietly. “Eight years, and yes, I do. I’m not going to be with the Own forever. Have you thought about what you’ll do once you’re out? Or what might happen if there’s another Great Drought? I didn’t think so.”
Nimay and the other two swordsmen were silent for a moment, exchanging glances while they processed what Emon was telling them.
“You’re coming on a pub crawl,” Melraan told him flatly. “If you’re with the Own and still thinking about saving money, something’s wrong.” He grinned suddenly. “And booze is the best thing to fix that.”