15min fic #136
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Title~ I'm Going
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 136. Rau should inflict them with the wroth of Zeus, that'd get 'em there on time >3
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Mithé could see seven of the Own riders meandering across the courtyard outside the General’s office, his son among them. He shook his head with a sigh. “How you manage to leave on time for a mission, I’ll never know.”
Rau wandered around his desk to lean against the large map on the wall opposite the window. “The wrath of a desert goddess is far more fearful than the wrath of their General, apparently.” His eyes were still on the window, waiting for the remaining half of the Own to show up.
The door at the other end of the office creaked open to admit the first lot—mostly archers, with a few swordsmen and a pikeman. They all appeared understandably confused at the king’s presence, but greeted him respectfully nonetheless.
“Majesty’s just sitting in on this one, boys,” Rau explained briefly, arms folded as he watched for more Own riders.
“Checking up on us, are you, Majesty?” Melraan asked with a grin.
Mithé shrugged. “You’re my Own, I don’t see why I shouldn’t.”
He could already see the suspicion in Nolryn’s eyes—he hadn’t actually asked for the young prince to be present at the more detailed mission briefing with the General as he usually did, but there was good reason for that.
The rest of the Own slowly trickled into the room over the course of the next half-hour or so, and Rau was finally able to begin the mission brief. He pointed to Assiraz on the map, wincing prematurely as the groans did the rounds of the room.
“I’m going to miss my sister’s hrai-dani,” Melraan complained.
Rau shrugged, dropping his finger from the map. “You knew that when you signed up.”
Nolryn was glancing accusingly down the line at Mithé, well-aware now why he’d been left out of the initial briefing.
“If this is about those Aeia-damned caravans again,” Kaen muttered, “I’m going to wring Shizaaqa’s neck.”
Rau pulled his lips in a grimace. “The people need us, boys. Mission this time is slightly different though: we’re escorting Majesty up there so he can deal with it.”
This statement was met with silence. A few of the men stared at the king, others stared at Rau, and Nolryn just folded his arms insolently.
“You do know how dangerous that is, don’t you Majesty?”
Mithé stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. “Rau’s already informed me of the dangers, Nolryn, but that doesn’t change anything. My patience with the Silronan bandits is as worn as yours, and if Queen Shala keeps passing the blame to Shizaaqa, then I’ll have to talk with her.”
“Majesty,” Nolryn said, his voice showing his own strained patience, “Kazinians don’t listen to talk. We should just send First and Second Company up to Silrona and deal with it that way. Talking with Shizaaqa won’t work. It will be a waste of three seasons, not to mention the fact that you could be killed.”
Mithé shook his head. “I’d already decided I was going, and what better escort than my Own? Most of you I’ve never seen in action, so to speak, so it should be a fun chance to get to know you all.” He smiled to try and lighten the mood in the small room, but the Own riders, Rau included, deliberately avoided eye contact.
Mithé flattened his gaze. “I’m going.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 136. Rau should inflict them with the wroth of Zeus, that'd get 'em there on time >3
Mithé could see seven of the Own riders meandering across the courtyard outside the General’s office, his son among them. He shook his head with a sigh. “How you manage to leave on time for a mission, I’ll never know.”
Rau wandered around his desk to lean against the large map on the wall opposite the window. “The wrath of a desert goddess is far more fearful than the wrath of their General, apparently.” His eyes were still on the window, waiting for the remaining half of the Own to show up.
The door at the other end of the office creaked open to admit the first lot—mostly archers, with a few swordsmen and a pikeman. They all appeared understandably confused at the king’s presence, but greeted him respectfully nonetheless.
“Majesty’s just sitting in on this one, boys,” Rau explained briefly, arms folded as he watched for more Own riders.
“Checking up on us, are you, Majesty?” Melraan asked with a grin.
Mithé shrugged. “You’re my Own, I don’t see why I shouldn’t.”
He could already see the suspicion in Nolryn’s eyes—he hadn’t actually asked for the young prince to be present at the more detailed mission briefing with the General as he usually did, but there was good reason for that.
The rest of the Own slowly trickled into the room over the course of the next half-hour or so, and Rau was finally able to begin the mission brief. He pointed to Assiraz on the map, wincing prematurely as the groans did the rounds of the room.
“I’m going to miss my sister’s hrai-dani,” Melraan complained.
Rau shrugged, dropping his finger from the map. “You knew that when you signed up.”
Nolryn was glancing accusingly down the line at Mithé, well-aware now why he’d been left out of the initial briefing.
“If this is about those Aeia-damned caravans again,” Kaen muttered, “I’m going to wring Shizaaqa’s neck.”
Rau pulled his lips in a grimace. “The people need us, boys. Mission this time is slightly different though: we’re escorting Majesty up there so he can deal with it.”
This statement was met with silence. A few of the men stared at the king, others stared at Rau, and Nolryn just folded his arms insolently.
“You do know how dangerous that is, don’t you Majesty?”
Mithé stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. “Rau’s already informed me of the dangers, Nolryn, but that doesn’t change anything. My patience with the Silronan bandits is as worn as yours, and if Queen Shala keeps passing the blame to Shizaaqa, then I’ll have to talk with her.”
“Majesty,” Nolryn said, his voice showing his own strained patience, “Kazinians don’t listen to talk. We should just send First and Second Company up to Silrona and deal with it that way. Talking with Shizaaqa won’t work. It will be a waste of three seasons, not to mention the fact that you could be killed.”
Mithé shook his head. “I’d already decided I was going, and what better escort than my Own? Most of you I’ve never seen in action, so to speak, so it should be a fun chance to get to know you all.” He smiled to try and lighten the mood in the small room, but the Own riders, Rau included, deliberately avoided eye contact.
Mithé flattened his gaze. “I’m going.”