15min fic #107
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yrae
Title~ Ancient History
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 107. Mmm, history exam.
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Nimay flicked her quill at the paper before her, giving a heavy, bored sigh. She couldn’t see the point of learning the Tsaythi language, even less so the history of the southern kingdom. The odds of her ever going to that vast white desert were so slim it didn’t bare thinking about. Nol had told her personally he had no intention of ever invading the Tsaythis, only Kazin to the north, and Tsaythis themselves had never cared for overrunning other kingdoms. The closest they had ever come was in allying with Llayad, which was the very question Nimay had reached on the exam.
The year 856 was ringing a bell, but that may have just been the year in which Llayad broke away from Raykin, not when the kingdom officially allied with Tsayth. She frowned again, dipped her quill in the inkwell and was incredibly tempted to answer with “a very long time ago,” but settled for 856 instead.
What did it matter, anyway? She was in training to be a warrior, not an historian. All that mattered to a warrior was that the two kingdoms had been allied for so long that there was virtually no chance of separating them.
What is the significance of King Solu in Tsayth’s history?
‘I don’t know and I don’t care,’ Nimay told the exam paper. He was either the one who ordered the attack on Kazin or Ni-Qewira, or possibly initiated the battle in Niryad. Some attack, anyway.
As she did on every exam, Nimay found her mind wandering with her quill as the nib traced out the vague shape of an yrae. What had it looked like, if she had indeed seen the creature? She must have done, otherwise she wouldn’t have ended up with its stone. But how was it that no-one else had seen it?
Nimay’s quill snaked down the twisting neck of the yrae and down its long, ribbony tail to where the jewel lay at its tip. That part of the bird she at least knew, perhaps all too well.
Finally she pulled her mind back to the task at hand, scribbling down some semblance of an answer just as the teacher signalled that time was up. Nimay laid her quill down happily. She hadn’t even had a chance to look at the last two questions, but at least it was over now.
Nol turned around as the teacher picked up his paper. “Well, that was quite painless,” he said lightly.
The boy next to him snorted. “If you’ve had this kind of thing forced into your brain since birth, maybe,” he muttered.
“You say that like it’s a good thing,” the prince retorted.
Nimay grinned and handed her yrae-decorated exam paper to the teacher. What did it matter what the yrae had looked like, anyway? It was all just ancient history now.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 107. Mmm, history exam.
Nimay flicked her quill at the paper before her, giving a heavy, bored sigh. She couldn’t see the point of learning the Tsaythi language, even less so the history of the southern kingdom. The odds of her ever going to that vast white desert were so slim it didn’t bare thinking about. Nol had told her personally he had no intention of ever invading the Tsaythis, only Kazin to the north, and Tsaythis themselves had never cared for overrunning other kingdoms. The closest they had ever come was in allying with Llayad, which was the very question Nimay had reached on the exam.
The year 856 was ringing a bell, but that may have just been the year in which Llayad broke away from Raykin, not when the kingdom officially allied with Tsayth. She frowned again, dipped her quill in the inkwell and was incredibly tempted to answer with “a very long time ago,” but settled for 856 instead.
What did it matter, anyway? She was in training to be a warrior, not an historian. All that mattered to a warrior was that the two kingdoms had been allied for so long that there was virtually no chance of separating them.
What is the significance of King Solu in Tsayth’s history?
‘I don’t know and I don’t care,’ Nimay told the exam paper. He was either the one who ordered the attack on Kazin or Ni-Qewira, or possibly initiated the battle in Niryad. Some attack, anyway.
As she did on every exam, Nimay found her mind wandering with her quill as the nib traced out the vague shape of an yrae. What had it looked like, if she had indeed seen the creature? She must have done, otherwise she wouldn’t have ended up with its stone. But how was it that no-one else had seen it?
Nimay’s quill snaked down the twisting neck of the yrae and down its long, ribbony tail to where the jewel lay at its tip. That part of the bird she at least knew, perhaps all too well.
Finally she pulled her mind back to the task at hand, scribbling down some semblance of an answer just as the teacher signalled that time was up. Nimay laid her quill down happily. She hadn’t even had a chance to look at the last two questions, but at least it was over now.
Nol turned around as the teacher picked up his paper. “Well, that was quite painless,” he said lightly.
The boy next to him snorted. “If you’ve had this kind of thing forced into your brain since birth, maybe,” he muttered.
“You say that like it’s a good thing,” the prince retorted.
Nimay grinned and handed her yrae-decorated exam paper to the teacher. What did it matter what the yrae had looked like, anyway? It was all just ancient history now.