Genesis 057
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Title~ Jelly Legs
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'may and Nol are mine, War and the First Realm in general are Sallie's, however much I've mangled them ^^;;
Notes~ Genesis 057. First adventure outside Raykin =0 And hoo~ boy is it an adventure XD;;
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“Wow,” Nol breathed, stepping gingerly out of the car and stretching his arms above his head as he rested back against it.
“Impressive, eh?” War said with a grin, idly spinning the jingling keys on one finger. He strode around to the other side of the car to better take in the view.
“Hmm? Oh, no, I meant, ‘wow, I can’t feel my legs’.”
Nimay nodded in agreement beside him. Her arms were loosely hugging her stomach, and she was definitely a shade or two paler than normal. She looked over her shoulder at the long road, winding road they’d come down and shuddered, then pointedly held up her right wrist and jerked her thumb back at the road.
“I would if I could,” Nol agreed, giving an ironic grin.
“What’s that?” War asked.
The prince allowed himself half a grin. At least there was one language he understood that the Force didn’t. “She’s flying back.”
War shook his head and laughed scornfully. “The riders of the King’s Own can’t handle a simple car ride, can they?” he mocked.
Nol shook his head, but not too much. “I’ve been on five missions to Kazin on the back of an essentially wild stallion, faced Lin knows how many black horse riders, argued with the most intimidating and stubborn of foreign royalty, seen my General and my childhood mentor die in front of me, and been at the wrong end of Nimay’s temper on several occasions, but never before have I been in fear for my life so much as I was for the last twenty minutes.”
War’s eyebrows had been slowly rising throughout Nolryn’s monologue. “Wimps,” he said finally, pushing himself away from the car and shoving his keys into his pocket. “Come on. Fresh air, exercise, et cetera, et cetera.”
“You mean we have to walk now?” Nol said weakly. “I still can’t feel my legs.”
“I guess I could drive you around the front if you want…”
The two Raykinians exchanged horrified glances and hurriedly pushed themselves away from the car.
“You couldn’t pay me to be driven around there,” the prince muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and hunching his shoulders against the comparative cold of the First Realm evening. “I knew I should have brought Mongrel.”
“Now you’re just complaining.”
Nol shook his head helplessly, finally taking in their surroundings. The magnificent white turrets and domes of the building in front of them were lit up, green, silver and gold against the black night sky. It was mirrored in the glassy-flat lake that separated the three companions from it, and black trees were silhouetted against the glowing white form. There was certainly nothing even remotely like this in all of Tsyllaes, though he could imagine it fitting in reasonably well in Llayad.
“What is this place, exactly?”
“Embassy for people you’ve never heard of before.” The purple-haired force grinned abruptly. “Also a good place for a stiff drink.”
“Now you’re talking,” Nol said with a grin.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'may and Nol are mine, War and the First Realm in general are Sallie's, however much I've mangled them ^^;;
Notes~ Genesis 057. First adventure outside Raykin =0 And hoo~ boy is it an adventure XD;;
“Wow,” Nol breathed, stepping gingerly out of the car and stretching his arms above his head as he rested back against it.
“Impressive, eh?” War said with a grin, idly spinning the jingling keys on one finger. He strode around to the other side of the car to better take in the view.
“Hmm? Oh, no, I meant, ‘wow, I can’t feel my legs’.”
Nimay nodded in agreement beside him. Her arms were loosely hugging her stomach, and she was definitely a shade or two paler than normal. She looked over her shoulder at the long road, winding road they’d come down and shuddered, then pointedly held up her right wrist and jerked her thumb back at the road.
“I would if I could,” Nol agreed, giving an ironic grin.
“What’s that?” War asked.
The prince allowed himself half a grin. At least there was one language he understood that the Force didn’t. “She’s flying back.”
War shook his head and laughed scornfully. “The riders of the King’s Own can’t handle a simple car ride, can they?” he mocked.
Nol shook his head, but not too much. “I’ve been on five missions to Kazin on the back of an essentially wild stallion, faced Lin knows how many black horse riders, argued with the most intimidating and stubborn of foreign royalty, seen my General and my childhood mentor die in front of me, and been at the wrong end of Nimay’s temper on several occasions, but never before have I been in fear for my life so much as I was for the last twenty minutes.”
War’s eyebrows had been slowly rising throughout Nolryn’s monologue. “Wimps,” he said finally, pushing himself away from the car and shoving his keys into his pocket. “Come on. Fresh air, exercise, et cetera, et cetera.”
“You mean we have to walk now?” Nol said weakly. “I still can’t feel my legs.”
“I guess I could drive you around the front if you want…”
The two Raykinians exchanged horrified glances and hurriedly pushed themselves away from the car.
“You couldn’t pay me to be driven around there,” the prince muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and hunching his shoulders against the comparative cold of the First Realm evening. “I knew I should have brought Mongrel.”
“Now you’re just complaining.”
Nol shook his head helplessly, finally taking in their surroundings. The magnificent white turrets and domes of the building in front of them were lit up, green, silver and gold against the black night sky. It was mirrored in the glassy-flat lake that separated the three companions from it, and black trees were silhouetted against the glowing white form. There was certainly nothing even remotely like this in all of Tsyllaes, though he could imagine it fitting in reasonably well in Llayad.
“What is this place, exactly?”
“Embassy for people you’ve never heard of before.” The purple-haired force grinned abruptly. “Also a good place for a stiff drink.”
“Now you’re talking,” Nol said with a grin.
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Date: 2006-01-30 09:04 am (UTC)Poor, poor Nol and 'may. Someone should have warned them that War is the worst of boy-racers =3
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