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annarti.livejournal.com) wrote in yrae2006-01-08 03:40 pm
Genesis 030
Title~ Chopsticks
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 030. Part of Nol's meet-and-greet with foreign royalty when he was a little kiddie =3
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Naraan drummed incessantly at the table with his chopsticks and stared with exaggerated boredom at the door to the kitchens. Finally he dropped the sticks of bamboo on the table and sighed heavily.
“How long does it take to prepare something you don’t even have to cook?” he complained.
“They have to catch it first,” Laeron muttered.
Nol watched with bemusement as the archer set his chopsticks carefully in his fingers, frowning at them as he tried to manipulate them into the tweezer action he’d seen the Tsaythis use with such ease. All he managed to do was make them wiggle a bit, but there was clearly no strength in them to actually pick anything up.
Nihqel shook his head. “You’re doing it all wrong,” he said with a grin, then picked up his own chopsticks to demonstrate. “See, you put the bottom one in there, so it just rests on your ring finger, but you don’t actually move that one.”
“Yeah, I get the idea of it, I just can’t stop it from moving.”
“Then you kind of hold the other one like a stick of charcoal.” The blade archer moved the top chopstick easily while the bottom one stayed firm. He reached out to pick up his chopstick holder from the table, but they crossed backwards over each other, spinning the chopstick holder in its place but not actually picking it up.
Naraan applauded him on his efforts.
“Hey, I’m one step up from you.” He repositioned the chopsticks in his hand and tried again, achieving the same result.
The archer blinked slowly, then turned around to his protégé. “Prince Nolryn, oh fellow blue-shirt-to-be, how in Lin’s sweet name do you use these things?”
Nolryn raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to answer, but Laeron interrupted before he could get a word in.
“Naraan, he’s eight years old. Probably still hasn’t got his motor skills yet.”
Finally, the doors to the kitchen swung open, allowing entrance for a procession of palace servants, each carrying a plate of sashimi for the guests. Nol could recognise the slivers of bright pink salmon and the muted pinkish-grey of the tuna, but the other translucent white strips could have been anything. He shrugged and darted straight for the tuna before experimenting on the anonymous fish.
With the mystery fish halfway to his mouth he realised that the three Own riders around him were staring at him wide-eyed.
“What?” he asked, looking suspiciously at the sashimi.
Naraan slapped his chopsticks on the table and folded his arms, then glared at the swordsman across from him. “I told you Majesty had been teaching him.”
Laeron shrugged and stabbed at his fish uncouthly with one stick, trying unsuccessfully to use it as a fork.
“It’s already dead, Laeron,” Nolryn pointed out, picking up a piece of salmon and slipping it easily into his mouth.
Naraan smirked at the swordie, then turned once again to Nolryn, chopsticks in hand. “So how do you use them?”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 030. Part of Nol's meet-and-greet with foreign royalty when he was a little kiddie =3
Naraan drummed incessantly at the table with his chopsticks and stared with exaggerated boredom at the door to the kitchens. Finally he dropped the sticks of bamboo on the table and sighed heavily.
“How long does it take to prepare something you don’t even have to cook?” he complained.
“They have to catch it first,” Laeron muttered.
Nol watched with bemusement as the archer set his chopsticks carefully in his fingers, frowning at them as he tried to manipulate them into the tweezer action he’d seen the Tsaythis use with such ease. All he managed to do was make them wiggle a bit, but there was clearly no strength in them to actually pick anything up.
Nihqel shook his head. “You’re doing it all wrong,” he said with a grin, then picked up his own chopsticks to demonstrate. “See, you put the bottom one in there, so it just rests on your ring finger, but you don’t actually move that one.”
“Yeah, I get the idea of it, I just can’t stop it from moving.”
“Then you kind of hold the other one like a stick of charcoal.” The blade archer moved the top chopstick easily while the bottom one stayed firm. He reached out to pick up his chopstick holder from the table, but they crossed backwards over each other, spinning the chopstick holder in its place but not actually picking it up.
Naraan applauded him on his efforts.
“Hey, I’m one step up from you.” He repositioned the chopsticks in his hand and tried again, achieving the same result.
The archer blinked slowly, then turned around to his protégé. “Prince Nolryn, oh fellow blue-shirt-to-be, how in Lin’s sweet name do you use these things?”
Nolryn raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to answer, but Laeron interrupted before he could get a word in.
“Naraan, he’s eight years old. Probably still hasn’t got his motor skills yet.”
Finally, the doors to the kitchen swung open, allowing entrance for a procession of palace servants, each carrying a plate of sashimi for the guests. Nol could recognise the slivers of bright pink salmon and the muted pinkish-grey of the tuna, but the other translucent white strips could have been anything. He shrugged and darted straight for the tuna before experimenting on the anonymous fish.
With the mystery fish halfway to his mouth he realised that the three Own riders around him were staring at him wide-eyed.
“What?” he asked, looking suspiciously at the sashimi.
Naraan slapped his chopsticks on the table and folded his arms, then glared at the swordsman across from him. “I told you Majesty had been teaching him.”
Laeron shrugged and stabbed at his fish uncouthly with one stick, trying unsuccessfully to use it as a fork.
“It’s already dead, Laeron,” Nolryn pointed out, picking up a piece of salmon and slipping it easily into his mouth.
Naraan smirked at the swordie, then turned once again to Nolryn, chopsticks in hand. “So how do you use them?”