15min fic #124
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Title~ Speech
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 124. Nol's hrai-dani, when just about everyone's gone home. No, I don't really know who's pov it's s'posed to be either, but I choose the Nol icon because it's his party (and he'll cry if he wants to, cry if he wants~ to *shot*)
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Nolryn reclined back in the sofa and accepted the bottle of Liquid Sunset from Nimay with a smile.
“To the future,” Lynnlita said, raising her glass of Llayan wine in a toast.
“The future,” Nol agreed, twisting the top from his bottle and raising it lazily before taking a swig.
“Nolryn hasn’t yet made his speech,” Lynnlita said slyly.
The Raykinians in the room collectively smirked and shook their heads, then Mithé answered for the foreigner. “That’s a Llayan tradition, Lynnlita. In Raykin it’s the father that makes the speech, and I’ve well and done my duty for the night.” He sighed and made himself more comfortable in his sofa.
Lynnlita blinked in confusion. “Then how does the person whose birthday it is—”
“hrai-dana,” Nolryn provided.
“Yes. How does the hrai-dana tell of their plans for their future?”
The prince shrugged and swigged his drink again. “I for one am glad I don’t have to make a speech,” he slurred. The control of his vocal chords—or lack thereof—was more than enough to tell why.
“I don’t know about that,” Mithé said through a yawn, “Might make for an interesting speech.”
“Come on, Nol,” Melraan chimed in, “Speech! Speech! Speech!” He started clapping his hands in time to the chant.
Nimay laughed and joined in the clapping, as did the rest of the small group still at the palace after Nolryn’s party had finished.
Finally the prince was forced to his feet, bottle of Liquid Sunset hanging by his side. He slapped his crown back on his head with the other hand, slightly lopsided, then straightened and held his hand out as though silencing a vast crowd. Nimay laughed again at the prince’s failed attempt at looking royal.
“I, Crown Prince Nolryn of Raykin, declare that I am now twenty years old! Sucks to the rest of you!”
“We all had our hrai-dani years ago,” Melraan interrupted through the ironic applause.
“Yeah, but you’re not twenty anymore,” Nol grinned. “What in Lin’s name was I talking about? Oh yeah, future… I’m going to break the record at the ‘Thrai.” A cheer arose from the Raykinian contingent of the lounge room. “Then I’m going to… I dunno, take over Kazin or something.”
This was met partly with a groan, partly with a cheer, and wholly with a pillow flying from Melraan’s direction. Nolryn glared at the swordsman, then bowed to his people and dropped back onto the couch with a grin.
Lynnlita was unimpressed. “It’s supposed to be a serious declaration, a plan for Nolryn’s life,” she complained.
“You’re lucky you got that much out of me,” he told the ceiling, raising his bottle in half a toast.
The princess tsked loudly, sighed and strode out of the room.
Nimay blinked after her, then shrugged and took another drink from her bottle.
“What’d I say?” Nol wondered allowed.
“You were supposed to tell her you’d marry her,” Melraan told him, his face too serious to be genuine.
There was a pause of a few moments as glances were exchanged, then the room exploded in peals of laughter.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 124. Nol's hrai-dani, when just about everyone's gone home. No, I don't really know who's pov it's s'posed to be either, but I choose the Nol icon because it's his party (and he'll cry if he wants to, cry if he wants~ to *shot*)
Nolryn reclined back in the sofa and accepted the bottle of Liquid Sunset from Nimay with a smile.
“To the future,” Lynnlita said, raising her glass of Llayan wine in a toast.
“The future,” Nol agreed, twisting the top from his bottle and raising it lazily before taking a swig.
“Nolryn hasn’t yet made his speech,” Lynnlita said slyly.
The Raykinians in the room collectively smirked and shook their heads, then Mithé answered for the foreigner. “That’s a Llayan tradition, Lynnlita. In Raykin it’s the father that makes the speech, and I’ve well and done my duty for the night.” He sighed and made himself more comfortable in his sofa.
Lynnlita blinked in confusion. “Then how does the person whose birthday it is—”
“hrai-dana,” Nolryn provided.
“Yes. How does the hrai-dana tell of their plans for their future?”
The prince shrugged and swigged his drink again. “I for one am glad I don’t have to make a speech,” he slurred. The control of his vocal chords—or lack thereof—was more than enough to tell why.
“I don’t know about that,” Mithé said through a yawn, “Might make for an interesting speech.”
“Come on, Nol,” Melraan chimed in, “Speech! Speech! Speech!” He started clapping his hands in time to the chant.
Nimay laughed and joined in the clapping, as did the rest of the small group still at the palace after Nolryn’s party had finished.
Finally the prince was forced to his feet, bottle of Liquid Sunset hanging by his side. He slapped his crown back on his head with the other hand, slightly lopsided, then straightened and held his hand out as though silencing a vast crowd. Nimay laughed again at the prince’s failed attempt at looking royal.
“I, Crown Prince Nolryn of Raykin, declare that I am now twenty years old! Sucks to the rest of you!”
“We all had our hrai-dani years ago,” Melraan interrupted through the ironic applause.
“Yeah, but you’re not twenty anymore,” Nol grinned. “What in Lin’s name was I talking about? Oh yeah, future… I’m going to break the record at the ‘Thrai.” A cheer arose from the Raykinian contingent of the lounge room. “Then I’m going to… I dunno, take over Kazin or something.”
This was met partly with a groan, partly with a cheer, and wholly with a pillow flying from Melraan’s direction. Nolryn glared at the swordsman, then bowed to his people and dropped back onto the couch with a grin.
Lynnlita was unimpressed. “It’s supposed to be a serious declaration, a plan for Nolryn’s life,” she complained.
“You’re lucky you got that much out of me,” he told the ceiling, raising his bottle in half a toast.
The princess tsked loudly, sighed and strode out of the room.
Nimay blinked after her, then shrugged and took another drink from her bottle.
“What’d I say?” Nol wondered allowed.
“You were supposed to tell her you’d marry her,” Melraan told him, his face too serious to be genuine.
There was a pause of a few moments as glances were exchanged, then the room exploded in peals of laughter.