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annarti.livejournal.com) wrote in yrae2006-01-05 04:54 pm
Genesis 021
Title~ Test
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine~
Notes~ Genesis 021. Another one I'll have to do the end of with another fic ^^;;
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Resaa had always been good with horses. Her father back in Kazin had run a stable up there, so Resaa had literally grown up with the beautiful animals. She would have taken over the running of the stable if it weren’t for that nasty business that had forced her to flee the country.
She’d tried working for a while at a stable in Llayad, with their strange little black-and-white striped horses (stubborn and a bit huffy, but fine as long as she could get past their owners. She couldn’t.) and briefly at a camel stable in Raykin, but that was an experience best forgotten. She’d decided within a day that she hated camels, and was just about ready to go back to brave Kazin. But that was when she first saw the Raykinian King’s Own return home, riding on the backs of fifteen Kazinian horses.
They weren’t the most remarkable creatures Resaa had ever seen—most of them were quite pale, which confused the Kazinian, used to the best warriors in the kingdom all riding black horses—but after three seasons of nothing but pottering little Llayan horses and stubborn, spitting camels, the horses of the Own were a sight for sore eyes.
It was then that she knew she had to get into the palace, work at the stable there and tend the horses. It didn’t matter to her that she would also have to deal with hundreds of camels in the process, as long as it meant she could be with those fifteen beautiful horses.
Of course, for the first few years, Resaa wasn’t allowed near them, but she’d expected this. She was Kazinian, after all, and how did the Raykinians know she wasn’t a spy or something?
She watched them from a distance in her spare moments, aching to go over there and just stroke one of their coats.
Two of the horses’ riders found her like that one day, one of whom Resaa recognised as Raykin’s crown prince, the other as the Own’s General.
“Beautiful animals, aren’t they?” the General said with a grin.
Resaa shrugged. “I’ve seen better.” She didn’t owe these men her allegiance, or indeed her politeness.
“Fair enough,” the prince conceded in lispy Kazinian, “but you can’t argue that you’ve been eyeing them off for the past couple of years.”
Resaa looked back over her shoulder with a frown.
The prince grinned mischievously. “If you can handle Mongrel, you can handle the other fourteen.” He gave a half-shrug. “You lot know more about horses than this mob anyway.”
The Kazinian’s heart skipped a beat. She’d heard all about Mongrel from the other stable hands, of course, and she’d always scoffed quietly at them for it. She’d handled rogue stallions before; she could deal with this one. Finally she nodded, realising the prince had been waiting for a response. “Just stop mangling my language and I’ll be right with you.”
The prince rolled his eyes and turned to the horses. “Fresh meat, Mongrel!”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine~
Notes~ Genesis 021. Another one I'll have to do the end of with another fic ^^;;
Resaa had always been good with horses. Her father back in Kazin had run a stable up there, so Resaa had literally grown up with the beautiful animals. She would have taken over the running of the stable if it weren’t for that nasty business that had forced her to flee the country.
She’d tried working for a while at a stable in Llayad, with their strange little black-and-white striped horses (stubborn and a bit huffy, but fine as long as she could get past their owners. She couldn’t.) and briefly at a camel stable in Raykin, but that was an experience best forgotten. She’d decided within a day that she hated camels, and was just about ready to go back to brave Kazin. But that was when she first saw the Raykinian King’s Own return home, riding on the backs of fifteen Kazinian horses.
They weren’t the most remarkable creatures Resaa had ever seen—most of them were quite pale, which confused the Kazinian, used to the best warriors in the kingdom all riding black horses—but after three seasons of nothing but pottering little Llayan horses and stubborn, spitting camels, the horses of the Own were a sight for sore eyes.
It was then that she knew she had to get into the palace, work at the stable there and tend the horses. It didn’t matter to her that she would also have to deal with hundreds of camels in the process, as long as it meant she could be with those fifteen beautiful horses.
Of course, for the first few years, Resaa wasn’t allowed near them, but she’d expected this. She was Kazinian, after all, and how did the Raykinians know she wasn’t a spy or something?
She watched them from a distance in her spare moments, aching to go over there and just stroke one of their coats.
Two of the horses’ riders found her like that one day, one of whom Resaa recognised as Raykin’s crown prince, the other as the Own’s General.
“Beautiful animals, aren’t they?” the General said with a grin.
Resaa shrugged. “I’ve seen better.” She didn’t owe these men her allegiance, or indeed her politeness.
“Fair enough,” the prince conceded in lispy Kazinian, “but you can’t argue that you’ve been eyeing them off for the past couple of years.”
Resaa looked back over her shoulder with a frown.
The prince grinned mischievously. “If you can handle Mongrel, you can handle the other fourteen.” He gave a half-shrug. “You lot know more about horses than this mob anyway.”
The Kazinian’s heart skipped a beat. She’d heard all about Mongrel from the other stable hands, of course, and she’d always scoffed quietly at them for it. She’d handled rogue stallions before; she could deal with this one. Finally she nodded, realising the prince had been waiting for a response. “Just stop mangling my language and I’ll be right with you.”
The prince rolled his eyes and turned to the horses. “Fresh meat, Mongrel!”
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Sounds like a sneaaaaky Genesis >D
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Yaknow, if she'd been born by then...
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You make more intelligent comments than I do XD;