15min fic #127
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Title~ Helping Hand
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 127. Iccle Nol, aww.
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Nol rested his crossed arms on the handrail, staring down at the courtyard below with wide eyes.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself, then ran back inside, down the stairs and through the throne room to his father’s office.
“Majesty?” he asked before entering.
The king’s voice floated through the heavy oak door, distinctly irritated. “What is it, Nol?”
The prince shrunk back slightly before opening the door. Only now did it occur to him that perhaps not everyone was so excited by the sights from the balcony.
“Um…” he began timidly, “I suppose you’ve seen outside, then?”
The king sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, Nolryn, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’ve just never had to deal with something like this before, so I’m a bit irritable. I knew it had rained a lot last night, but this is ridiculous!”
“It’s still raining.”
“You’re joking.” Mithé pushed his chair back and walked to the window, staring out at the still-falling rain.
Nol joined him at the window and glanced down to the frond door, where he couldn’t see from the balcony. Servants were running around, ankle-deep in water, trying desperately to keep the floodwaters from entering the palace with sand bags.
“Is it inside?” Nol asked nervously.
Mithé nodded briefly. “It’s not as deep as in the courtyard, but it’s still bad enough to have damaged a lot of the food in the kitchens. Anything stored on the floor or in the basement—flour, sugar, a lot of the fruit—has been ruined completely.” He sighed again and turned back to his desk. “Half those bags they’re using down there are sacks of sugar and flour, just because there’s nothing better to use them for. The wardens are telling me they’re knee-deep in the dungeons though.”
“Wow,” the prince breathed again, with more on his mind this time. “Can I help?”
Mithé turned to look back at his son. “No, Nolryn. I think the servants have it mostly under control. Thank you for offering though… Actually,” he added, upon seeing Nolryn’s worried face, “They might need some extra hands over at the archery range.”
The prince’s face burst into a grin, and he darted out of the room in search of Nimay.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 127. Iccle Nol, aww.
Nol rested his crossed arms on the handrail, staring down at the courtyard below with wide eyes.
“Wow,” he whispered to himself, then ran back inside, down the stairs and through the throne room to his father’s office.
“Majesty?” he asked before entering.
The king’s voice floated through the heavy oak door, distinctly irritated. “What is it, Nol?”
The prince shrunk back slightly before opening the door. Only now did it occur to him that perhaps not everyone was so excited by the sights from the balcony.
“Um…” he began timidly, “I suppose you’ve seen outside, then?”
The king sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, Nolryn, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’ve just never had to deal with something like this before, so I’m a bit irritable. I knew it had rained a lot last night, but this is ridiculous!”
“It’s still raining.”
“You’re joking.” Mithé pushed his chair back and walked to the window, staring out at the still-falling rain.
Nol joined him at the window and glanced down to the frond door, where he couldn’t see from the balcony. Servants were running around, ankle-deep in water, trying desperately to keep the floodwaters from entering the palace with sand bags.
“Is it inside?” Nol asked nervously.
Mithé nodded briefly. “It’s not as deep as in the courtyard, but it’s still bad enough to have damaged a lot of the food in the kitchens. Anything stored on the floor or in the basement—flour, sugar, a lot of the fruit—has been ruined completely.” He sighed again and turned back to his desk. “Half those bags they’re using down there are sacks of sugar and flour, just because there’s nothing better to use them for. The wardens are telling me they’re knee-deep in the dungeons though.”
“Wow,” the prince breathed again, with more on his mind this time. “Can I help?”
Mithé turned to look back at his son. “No, Nolryn. I think the servants have it mostly under control. Thank you for offering though… Actually,” he added, upon seeing Nolryn’s worried face, “They might need some extra hands over at the archery range.”
The prince’s face burst into a grin, and he darted out of the room in search of Nimay.
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Date: 2005-11-06 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-06 01:45 pm (UTC)