043 The ogre injured- "Opal and Fraya"
Title: Opal and Fraya
Author: ginnekomiko
Word Count: 467
Universe the story takes place in: Tales from Above and Below
Character(s) Used: Opal- a half-elf, Fraya- a dwarf princess.
Rating: PG for swearing and themes of bastard children, but nothing explicit.
Summary/Prompt: 043 the ogre injured. Or, do not mess with a dwarf when she is smashed.
Opal and Fraya
For once, she was thankful for her genetic deviation. Nobody would recognize her as the second princess of the Hidden Kingdom of the Elves in this little hole in the wall of a bar. Elves, by breed standard, were tall, willow-like, with pointed facial features and pale skin.
She, in contrast, had black hair, olive skin, was a foot shorter than every other elf she ever met, and by their standards, pudgy.
It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t just subside on tree sap and water; her biology didn’t work like that.
The whole reason she had snuck off into this tavern was to get some meat, cheese, and bread into her stomach.
Human food.
And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Ophira was going to be named the heir of the Hidden Kingdom.
Pretty Ophira.
What did that make her?
The King’s hidden shame.
Always.
She could picture it in her mind. Her father’s strong voice mixed well with the giddiness in her stomach. The Great King of Elves, shown for all that he truly was.
“The Goddess asked a favor of my first daughter? Okay! Can’t disappoint our Goddess, after all! What’s that? The contract could take years? Can’t send her! Here, have my ugly bastard child instead! If she dies, I’ll still have my true princess!”
She needed another beer.
A crash brought her out of the warm sleepiness the food and beer had set in her.
She turned around.
A couple of Goblins were bullying an Ogre.
Goblins were small, but determined little fighters; once provoked, they never let up.
From what she could see, it wasn’t that the Ogre was trying to fight them, no, it was that he wasn’t fighting with them.
“Now what’chall doing bullying a upper-dweller like a bunch’cha hooligans? Don’t’cha got pride as an under-dweller?”
“Stay out of this, filthy dwarf.”
“Do y’all have any idea who you have the honor of addressing? I am Fraya, princess of the Dwarves.”
Fraya? She’d heard that name before, Ophira mentioned her. Apparently, she was the Dwarf King’s favorite child.
“Ah, yes, the barter child. Mama made a baby for the sake of some pretty trinket.”
The woman’s large ax went down onto the wooden table.
“I’d thank you kindly to not spout rumors about my lineage, or else the next thing I swing at is your skull.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’m just drunk enough that I don’t give a damn if I kill you right here.”
“Princess, this is not wise,” said another.
“You should listen to your babysitter, Princess.”
She smiled. “Nope!”
She stopped just short of taking off the Goblin’s head.
She smiled at the Ogre. “Care for a drink, Bub?”
“Sure,” said the Ogre.
Opal smiled. She needed to come to this hole in the wall more often.
Author: ginnekomiko
Word Count: 467
Universe the story takes place in: Tales from Above and Below
Character(s) Used: Opal- a half-elf, Fraya- a dwarf princess.
Rating: PG for swearing and themes of bastard children, but nothing explicit.
Summary/Prompt: 043 the ogre injured. Or, do not mess with a dwarf when she is smashed.
Opal and Fraya
For once, she was thankful for her genetic deviation. Nobody would recognize her as the second princess of the Hidden Kingdom of the Elves in this little hole in the wall of a bar. Elves, by breed standard, were tall, willow-like, with pointed facial features and pale skin.
She, in contrast, had black hair, olive skin, was a foot shorter than every other elf she ever met, and by their standards, pudgy.
It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t just subside on tree sap and water; her biology didn’t work like that.
The whole reason she had snuck off into this tavern was to get some meat, cheese, and bread into her stomach.
Human food.
And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Ophira was going to be named the heir of the Hidden Kingdom.
Pretty Ophira.
What did that make her?
The King’s hidden shame.
Always.
She could picture it in her mind. Her father’s strong voice mixed well with the giddiness in her stomach. The Great King of Elves, shown for all that he truly was.
“The Goddess asked a favor of my first daughter? Okay! Can’t disappoint our Goddess, after all! What’s that? The contract could take years? Can’t send her! Here, have my ugly bastard child instead! If she dies, I’ll still have my true princess!”
She needed another beer.
A crash brought her out of the warm sleepiness the food and beer had set in her.
She turned around.
A couple of Goblins were bullying an Ogre.
Goblins were small, but determined little fighters; once provoked, they never let up.
From what she could see, it wasn’t that the Ogre was trying to fight them, no, it was that he wasn’t fighting with them.
“Now what’chall doing bullying a upper-dweller like a bunch’cha hooligans? Don’t’cha got pride as an under-dweller?”
“Stay out of this, filthy dwarf.”
“Do y’all have any idea who you have the honor of addressing? I am Fraya, princess of the Dwarves.”
Fraya? She’d heard that name before, Ophira mentioned her. Apparently, she was the Dwarf King’s favorite child.
“Ah, yes, the barter child. Mama made a baby for the sake of some pretty trinket.”
The woman’s large ax went down onto the wooden table.
“I’d thank you kindly to not spout rumors about my lineage, or else the next thing I swing at is your skull.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’m just drunk enough that I don’t give a damn if I kill you right here.”
“Princess, this is not wise,” said another.
“You should listen to your babysitter, Princess.”
She smiled. “Nope!”
She stopped just short of taking off the Goblin’s head.
She smiled at the Ogre. “Care for a drink, Bub?”
“Sure,” said the Ogre.
Opal smiled. She needed to come to this hole in the wall more often.