Genesis 042
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Title~ Mirage
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 042. *thwacks Emon* Cheer up, ya pessimistic bastid! ><;; (And yes, these guys can make a bet out of anything. Seriously.)
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“I’m not sure about this,” Emon murmured, casting his gaze around the full circle of near-enough featureless horizon that surrounded them, “How does Nimay have any idea where we’re going?”
Rumal shrugged. “She’s obviously part desert, so she’s got desert magic.”
“Something to do with being able to find water, I think,” Ulkar supplied, “so she knows where the Ra-Lin is.”
Emon shifted in his saddle. “Gylepi’s pretty much half-desert, and he couldn’t navigate his way out of a paper bag.”
“Hey!”
“Sweep the desert, Gylepi,” Ulkar told the archer, “it’s true and you know it.”
Gylepi narrowed his eyes in a mock threat at the swordsman. “Doesn’t mean you have to tell everyone about it.”
Ulkar pointedly took in their present surroundings. “What everyone are you referring to, exactly?”
Kurae rode up beside the more uncertain of the swordies, leaving his colleagues to argue amongst themselves. “I’m with you,” he confided, shaking his head briefly at the part-desert girl leading them through the desert, “I can’t trust this idea either. We should have just gone back through Ni-Aneka, same as every other mission. I’m not worried about losing a week to the road if it means not dying of thirst out here.”
Emon nodded. “It’s not that I don’t trust Nimay—that stone helped us wonders in Kazin, and she was the one who got us back on the road again when we got lost up there, but this is entirely different. At least up there we had water and food if it didn’t work.” He shook his head apprehensively. “This is wrong.”
“Agreed.”
“And what if we have a sandstorm? It’ll throw her direction off, and we won’t have any footprints to follow back to Ni-Mytaa.”
“Oh, would you two stop worrying?” Ulkar scorned, “Can’t you just trust the girl?”
“It isn’t Nimay I don’t trust!” Emon repeated, “It’s the magic! I can’t put my life in the hands of something I can’t even see.”
Ulkar shook his head helplessly. “You need to be more open to new ideas, Emon.”
“I’m open, I’m just… sceptical.”
Up the front, Nimay whistled and raised a hand to draw their attention, then pointed straight ahead.
Emon leant forward, squinting through the shimmering heat haze of the desert and shading his eyes from the sun with one hand. It was hard to make out, but he though he could see something else glittering on the horizon—water.
Nimay turned around in her saddle, an “I told you so” smirk on her face.
Emon squinted harder, trying to make out any further details on the glittering smudge on the horizon. “I’ll bet a mirage,” he deduced.
Nimay threw her hands up in despair, then turned back to the front, following after the tantalising mirage in the desert.
Melraan smiled crookedly at the pessimistic swordsman. “Are you willing to put coin on that bet there, Emon?”
“I’ll shout you a night at the ‘Thrai if it’s the Ra-Lin.”
“A whole night? You’re on.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still~ mine
Notes~ Genesis 042. *thwacks Emon* Cheer up, ya pessimistic bastid! ><;; (And yes, these guys can make a bet out of anything. Seriously.)
“I’m not sure about this,” Emon murmured, casting his gaze around the full circle of near-enough featureless horizon that surrounded them, “How does Nimay have any idea where we’re going?”
Rumal shrugged. “She’s obviously part desert, so she’s got desert magic.”
“Something to do with being able to find water, I think,” Ulkar supplied, “so she knows where the Ra-Lin is.”
Emon shifted in his saddle. “Gylepi’s pretty much half-desert, and he couldn’t navigate his way out of a paper bag.”
“Hey!”
“Sweep the desert, Gylepi,” Ulkar told the archer, “it’s true and you know it.”
Gylepi narrowed his eyes in a mock threat at the swordsman. “Doesn’t mean you have to tell everyone about it.”
Ulkar pointedly took in their present surroundings. “What everyone are you referring to, exactly?”
Kurae rode up beside the more uncertain of the swordies, leaving his colleagues to argue amongst themselves. “I’m with you,” he confided, shaking his head briefly at the part-desert girl leading them through the desert, “I can’t trust this idea either. We should have just gone back through Ni-Aneka, same as every other mission. I’m not worried about losing a week to the road if it means not dying of thirst out here.”
Emon nodded. “It’s not that I don’t trust Nimay—that stone helped us wonders in Kazin, and she was the one who got us back on the road again when we got lost up there, but this is entirely different. At least up there we had water and food if it didn’t work.” He shook his head apprehensively. “This is wrong.”
“Agreed.”
“And what if we have a sandstorm? It’ll throw her direction off, and we won’t have any footprints to follow back to Ni-Mytaa.”
“Oh, would you two stop worrying?” Ulkar scorned, “Can’t you just trust the girl?”
“It isn’t Nimay I don’t trust!” Emon repeated, “It’s the magic! I can’t put my life in the hands of something I can’t even see.”
Ulkar shook his head helplessly. “You need to be more open to new ideas, Emon.”
“I’m open, I’m just… sceptical.”
Up the front, Nimay whistled and raised a hand to draw their attention, then pointed straight ahead.
Emon leant forward, squinting through the shimmering heat haze of the desert and shading his eyes from the sun with one hand. It was hard to make out, but he though he could see something else glittering on the horizon—water.
Nimay turned around in her saddle, an “I told you so” smirk on her face.
Emon squinted harder, trying to make out any further details on the glittering smudge on the horizon. “I’ll bet a mirage,” he deduced.
Nimay threw her hands up in despair, then turned back to the front, following after the tantalising mirage in the desert.
Melraan smiled crookedly at the pessimistic swordsman. “Are you willing to put coin on that bet there, Emon?”
“I’ll shout you a night at the ‘Thrai if it’s the Ra-Lin.”
“A whole night? You’re on.”