Genesis 048
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Title~ Fire Starter
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 048. It's the blade archers, yay! And they're not being annoying to everyone in the general vicinity! Shock!
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Consciousness crept up slowly on Yoryl, and he clenched his eyes tight against it, knowing he was too late. The sun leaked into his tent, blinding him even though his eyes were closed. He groaned briefly to himself, then froze and snapped his eyes wide open to stare out of the opening his tent in sudden realisation.
Sun! He’d been woken up this morning by brilliant, blinding sunlight in place of the stiff wind and rain that had woken him every other day since crossing the border. He grabbed his dagger belts quickly and scrambled out of the tent to stumble to his feet in the mud outside. He stood looking at the sun through the trees, knowing but not caring that if he was still in Raykin, he’d have to at least squint to do such a thing, and that there would certainly be no cold chill in his bones.
“So he can rise at dawn.” The mocking tone was Kaen’s, the only other blade archer in the Own. Apparently it was his turn to cook breakfast. He was seated on a rock beside the campfire, which was stubbornly deciding not to light this morning.
Yoryl gestured enthusiastically through the trees, then waved up at the sky, but Kaen only stared at his fellow purple shirt and arched his eyebrows. “Sun!” Yoryl said by way of explanation. “Blue sky!” Clearly he hadn’t quite woken up yet.
Kaen cast a bored glance over his shoulder at the milky sun behind him, then shook his head and returned to his attempts at starting the fire.
The new recruit danced over to the fire pit and took up a seat on one of the logs they’d dragged there last night. “We haven’t seen sun since we crossed the border how long ago? Two weeks? I’ve never been that long without sun!”
Kaen grinned crookedly and spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the Own, quael.” He bent over again, twisting his stick furiously against the wood. “One thing you’ll learn soon enough up here, is that a sunny day in Winter is in fact colder than a cloudy day.”
Yoryl crossed his arms over his knees, then rested his chin on them as he watched his colleague at work. “How in Lin’s sweet name does that work?”
He could just detect a shrug from Kaen’s shoulders as he worked with the fire. “Clouds are like a blanket, keep the heat trapped in. The sun does sweet bugger-all.”
“Ah,” Yoryl said, in the universal ‘I have no idea what you’re saying but I’ll pretend I do’ tone.
A small cloud of smoke began to form around the end of Kaen’s stick. “Could you throw some kindling on that, quael?”
Yoryl obediently began feeding the heated wood pieces of spinifex they’d packed from home, just for the purpose of starting fires. It wasn’t long before the fire was crackling happily, and Yoryl realised with reluctance that he was glad for its heat.
‘Aeia-damned Kazinian sun…’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 048. It's the blade archers, yay! And they're not being annoying to everyone in the general vicinity! Shock!
Consciousness crept up slowly on Yoryl, and he clenched his eyes tight against it, knowing he was too late. The sun leaked into his tent, blinding him even though his eyes were closed. He groaned briefly to himself, then froze and snapped his eyes wide open to stare out of the opening his tent in sudden realisation.
Sun! He’d been woken up this morning by brilliant, blinding sunlight in place of the stiff wind and rain that had woken him every other day since crossing the border. He grabbed his dagger belts quickly and scrambled out of the tent to stumble to his feet in the mud outside. He stood looking at the sun through the trees, knowing but not caring that if he was still in Raykin, he’d have to at least squint to do such a thing, and that there would certainly be no cold chill in his bones.
“So he can rise at dawn.” The mocking tone was Kaen’s, the only other blade archer in the Own. Apparently it was his turn to cook breakfast. He was seated on a rock beside the campfire, which was stubbornly deciding not to light this morning.
Yoryl gestured enthusiastically through the trees, then waved up at the sky, but Kaen only stared at his fellow purple shirt and arched his eyebrows. “Sun!” Yoryl said by way of explanation. “Blue sky!” Clearly he hadn’t quite woken up yet.
Kaen cast a bored glance over his shoulder at the milky sun behind him, then shook his head and returned to his attempts at starting the fire.
The new recruit danced over to the fire pit and took up a seat on one of the logs they’d dragged there last night. “We haven’t seen sun since we crossed the border how long ago? Two weeks? I’ve never been that long without sun!”
Kaen grinned crookedly and spread his arms wide. “Welcome to the Own, quael.” He bent over again, twisting his stick furiously against the wood. “One thing you’ll learn soon enough up here, is that a sunny day in Winter is in fact colder than a cloudy day.”
Yoryl crossed his arms over his knees, then rested his chin on them as he watched his colleague at work. “How in Lin’s sweet name does that work?”
He could just detect a shrug from Kaen’s shoulders as he worked with the fire. “Clouds are like a blanket, keep the heat trapped in. The sun does sweet bugger-all.”
“Ah,” Yoryl said, in the universal ‘I have no idea what you’re saying but I’ll pretend I do’ tone.
A small cloud of smoke began to form around the end of Kaen’s stick. “Could you throw some kindling on that, quael?”
Yoryl obediently began feeding the heated wood pieces of spinifex they’d packed from home, just for the purpose of starting fires. It wasn’t long before the fire was crackling happily, and Yoryl realised with reluctance that he was glad for its heat.
‘Aeia-damned Kazinian sun…’