15min fic #122
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Title~ Sunset Round
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 122. The night Nol gets accepted into the Own.
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“Two Liquid Sunsets,” Nol said loudly over the noise of the pub, leaning over the bar bench and holding up two fingers so the barman could better understand what he was asking for.
Kal nodded and tapped the sparkling golden brew in the trademark glasses with the golden thrai handle. “Ten gold,” he shouted, holding out one hand for Nolryn to drop the coins into.
The prince waved one hand in thanks, then took the two glasses back to the table surrounded by four cheering archers.
“Welcome to the Own,” Gylepi declared as Nol slapped one of the glasses on the table in front of Murali, “Now where are the other three?”
Nol paused as he pulled back his chair. “What do you mean, ‘other three’? I’m supposed to only get one for Murali, aren’t I?”
The other four archers exchanged shrewd, knowing glances as their newest recruit took his seat.
“No, no, no,” Naraan told him, shaking his head and lifting his glass with a smirk. “We’re empty, and it’s your round.”
“Look at it this way,” Gylepi added comfortingly, “it’s just the archers at the moment. The rest of the Own doesn’t appear for another hour yet.”
“And be glad you’re not a swordie,” Garuk continued. “In the meantime…” He held up his own empty glass and shook it.
Nol shook his head slowly in resignation, then set his full glass of Liquid Sunset on the table. “That’s fifteen more gold pieces,” he noted, “Fifteen!”
“Yep,” Naraan agreed cheerily, pushing his glass to the growing collection in the middle of the table.
“You’re the prince,” Garuk reasoned with a grin, “You can afford it.”
The prince sighed heavily, having heard the very same from countless merchants—pub or otherwise—trying to overcharge him. “I would’ve thought I’d have heard the last of that by now,” he mumbled, but began fishing into his pocket none the less.
The three archers of the Own cheered again as Nol made his way back to the bar.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 122. The night Nol gets accepted into the Own.
“Two Liquid Sunsets,” Nol said loudly over the noise of the pub, leaning over the bar bench and holding up two fingers so the barman could better understand what he was asking for.
Kal nodded and tapped the sparkling golden brew in the trademark glasses with the golden thrai handle. “Ten gold,” he shouted, holding out one hand for Nolryn to drop the coins into.
The prince waved one hand in thanks, then took the two glasses back to the table surrounded by four cheering archers.
“Welcome to the Own,” Gylepi declared as Nol slapped one of the glasses on the table in front of Murali, “Now where are the other three?”
Nol paused as he pulled back his chair. “What do you mean, ‘other three’? I’m supposed to only get one for Murali, aren’t I?”
The other four archers exchanged shrewd, knowing glances as their newest recruit took his seat.
“No, no, no,” Naraan told him, shaking his head and lifting his glass with a smirk. “We’re empty, and it’s your round.”
“Look at it this way,” Gylepi added comfortingly, “it’s just the archers at the moment. The rest of the Own doesn’t appear for another hour yet.”
“And be glad you’re not a swordie,” Garuk continued. “In the meantime…” He held up his own empty glass and shook it.
Nol shook his head slowly in resignation, then set his full glass of Liquid Sunset on the table. “That’s fifteen more gold pieces,” he noted, “Fifteen!”
“Yep,” Naraan agreed cheerily, pushing his glass to the growing collection in the middle of the table.
“You’re the prince,” Garuk reasoned with a grin, “You can afford it.”
The prince sighed heavily, having heard the very same from countless merchants—pub or otherwise—trying to overcharge him. “I would’ve thought I’d have heard the last of that by now,” he mumbled, but began fishing into his pocket none the less.
The three archers of the Own cheered again as Nol made his way back to the bar.