Genesis 058
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Title~ Gemili Lina
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 058. Gemili lina is the flower of life/Lin's flower, just so you know ^^
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Yoryl yawned and stretched out as far as his toes could reach, which was still a good distance from the end of the bed. He loved Kazinian beds, despite the undeniable fact that they were so much colder than any at home. Still, this one was deliciously warm at right now, and he smiled and curled up into a ball to better preserve what warmth there was.
The bed opposite him was empty, as per usual. Kaen was too much of an early riser, Yoryl had decided. Fair enough when they were on the road, but they were going to be stuck in Sissillya for at least two weeks, Nolryn had said, with nothing better to do than try and keep warm, and where better to do that than in bed?
The blade archer sighed contentedly, then noticed the small bottle on the bedside table. It was half-filled with water, and with a single, bright red poppy sticking out of its neck. Yoryl could have been certain that it wasn’t there last night when he’d gone to bed, and Kaen didn’t strike him as the type to decorate their living quarters with flowers.
He frowned, then shrugged and shivered slightly. The heat was draining from the bed. Why did waking up always do that? He lay there for a few minutes longer and shivered again, finally deciding that it was probably time to get up.
He gave his customary groan before crawling sluggishly out from under the covers, quickly snatching his fur-lined cloak from the end of the bed and throwing it over his shoulders before the chilly air was able to bite too hard at his skin.
Trudging out of the room and down the hallway, there were more small tables, each with a poppy or two in a bottle of water sitting on top of them. When he traipsed into the common room, where most of the guys were already finishing breakfast, every table had its own makeshift vase of poppies, plus another two on the bar bench and on the mantelpiece over the fireplace.
“Where,” he asked through a yawn as he plonked himself on the chair opposite his fellow blade archer, “did all the poppies come from?”
Kaen shrugged and swallowed another mouthful of porridge. “Some Kazinian festival, for their healing goddess. We’ve got the flower of life, they’ve got the poppy.”
“We had the Winter Solstice before we left though,” Yoryl argued, waving a serving girl over so he could order breakfast.
The veteran blade archer shrugged again. “Kazinian thing.” He handed his empty bowl to the serving girl. “You think there are a lot of poppies in here? Take a look outside. The entire city is red all over.” He grinned and laughed briefly. “Almost makes the swordies fit in.”
Yoryl shook his head. “So, clouds are warmer than sunlight, wood is cheap and stone is expensive, and red is the colour for healing, not death. This whole kingdom is back-to-front.”
“Welcome to Kazin.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 058. Gemili lina is the flower of life/Lin's flower, just so you know ^^
Yoryl yawned and stretched out as far as his toes could reach, which was still a good distance from the end of the bed. He loved Kazinian beds, despite the undeniable fact that they were so much colder than any at home. Still, this one was deliciously warm at right now, and he smiled and curled up into a ball to better preserve what warmth there was.
The bed opposite him was empty, as per usual. Kaen was too much of an early riser, Yoryl had decided. Fair enough when they were on the road, but they were going to be stuck in Sissillya for at least two weeks, Nolryn had said, with nothing better to do than try and keep warm, and where better to do that than in bed?
The blade archer sighed contentedly, then noticed the small bottle on the bedside table. It was half-filled with water, and with a single, bright red poppy sticking out of its neck. Yoryl could have been certain that it wasn’t there last night when he’d gone to bed, and Kaen didn’t strike him as the type to decorate their living quarters with flowers.
He frowned, then shrugged and shivered slightly. The heat was draining from the bed. Why did waking up always do that? He lay there for a few minutes longer and shivered again, finally deciding that it was probably time to get up.
He gave his customary groan before crawling sluggishly out from under the covers, quickly snatching his fur-lined cloak from the end of the bed and throwing it over his shoulders before the chilly air was able to bite too hard at his skin.
Trudging out of the room and down the hallway, there were more small tables, each with a poppy or two in a bottle of water sitting on top of them. When he traipsed into the common room, where most of the guys were already finishing breakfast, every table had its own makeshift vase of poppies, plus another two on the bar bench and on the mantelpiece over the fireplace.
“Where,” he asked through a yawn as he plonked himself on the chair opposite his fellow blade archer, “did all the poppies come from?”
Kaen shrugged and swallowed another mouthful of porridge. “Some Kazinian festival, for their healing goddess. We’ve got the flower of life, they’ve got the poppy.”
“We had the Winter Solstice before we left though,” Yoryl argued, waving a serving girl over so he could order breakfast.
The veteran blade archer shrugged again. “Kazinian thing.” He handed his empty bowl to the serving girl. “You think there are a lot of poppies in here? Take a look outside. The entire city is red all over.” He grinned and laughed briefly. “Almost makes the swordies fit in.”
Yoryl shook his head. “So, clouds are warmer than sunlight, wood is cheap and stone is expensive, and red is the colour for healing, not death. This whole kingdom is back-to-front.”
“Welcome to Kazin.”