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Cotton Candy #20. A Reminder and Flavor of the Day - 1/22/09 - Rancor
with Whipped Cream, Hot Fudge, and Malt
Rating : PG (necromancy)
Timeframe : 1249
Word Count : 843
Word of the Day : Rancor - bitter resentment or ill will
Malt Prompt : a reminder : that girl necromancer I haven't named yet & Tarek - Oops
Ok, so I've named her. You met Reida in Inhospitable Lodgings. To set her up in this period, she is Tarek's apprentice and both are recent additions to the group. I really should go back and put more concrete dates on all the necromancer Whipped Creams.... anyway, the lot of them are in their mid teens.
Head bowed, Kairn kept his eyes on the broad chalk lines scrawled in front of him, as the hunched form of Master Tarek slipped between himself and Sethan. “Very nice,” said Tarek, as he appraised the other’s work.
Kairn tensed as the dark robes shifted, and the man turned to study his own. One brow rose slowly among pinched features and Kairn offered the teacher a nervous smile. He etched a few more hasty lines with a shaking hand. Sethan craned his neck to peer at the sigil and all but choked on a barely suppressed laugh. Without a word, Tarek shook his head and moved on.
“This one, here” Sethan reached a hand out, over the boney corpse already splayed out across his own work, to jab at one of Kairn’s lines. “What were you thinking?”
Kairn tucked his lip between his teeth and rubbed out the offensive line with the heel of one hand, hoping that was the right thing to do. Sethan shook his head, turning his eyes back to his own work. Kairn frowned at the jumbled lines and sighed.
Across the room, Tarek stooped to admire Reida’s construct, the wizened little man beaming down at the girl as if she‘d managed to animate a rock. Kairn rolled his eyes. “Splendid!” said the teacher.
A few snorts and snickers rose from the back of the room, where Aldo and his cronies were gathered. Master Tarek shot the lot of them a threatening look, while Reida made a great show of quietly folding her arms across her chest and yawning. “You could stand to learn a thing or two from some of your peers,” said Tarek, eyeing Aldo’s own lines and the lifeless form laid over them.
“Oh please,” said Aldo to Reida, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “show us how it’s done?”
Reida grinned back. “Wouldn’t want to embarrass you,” she said. “I suppose you should go first.”
Aldo glanced from his own work to the girl’s and grinned as well. “No, no,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to miss this great opportunity to learn.”
“Right,” said Reida, as a chorus of laughter sounded about the other.
“Enough.” Tarek scowled at them both. “Both of you, get on with your work.” Drawing his robes tight about him, he stalked off to check on the apprentices in another corner of the room.
Still smirking at Aldo, Reida laid her hands along her lines. Aldo did the same, his eyes on Reida. All around him, the boys sat back, with eager looks, to watch.
Putting his chalk aside, Kairn looked from one to the other with a frown. Even Sethan turned to look, his chin in one hand while the other tapped lazily at the floor with his stub of chalk.
Reida’s lines flared. Aldo leaned in as her construct shuddered, his own lines flickering beneath his hands. Reida yawned as the patchwork creature placed one wobbling leg after another beneath itself and staggered to its feet.
Aldo and the rest frowned at the construct as it stumbled out of the ring. His mouth fell open as if he might protest, only to have thought better of it. To either side of him, Kinu and Ril exchanged confused glances. Kairn looked to Sethan, wondering what it was he was missing, but found no answer to be forthcoming from his friend.
Reida looked to Aldo’s now quivering construct, one brow raised. Still scowling, Aldo followed her gaze. The thing lurched to its feet, bones clacking together. A loud splat eminated from the construct. Aldo spun away, a hand to his face and cursing loudly. The boys around him grabbed their noses, uttering oaths of their own, while Reida laughed. Aldo leapt to his feet, fists clenched. He lnocked the construct back into pieces with one swift kick. Kairn threw a hand to his face as well, as the skunk stech wafted his way.
“Thought you hid that, pretty well, did you?” she said, still grinning even as she pinched her own nose. Aldo wiped something from his face, his mouth working silently at the air. “I wouldn’t try that again.”
Tarek jerked his head up from the group he‘d been lecturing, his brows knit and his nose wrinkled. “What is the meaning of this?”
“I-” Aldo looked at the teacher. “I-” He turned to Reida, who glared back at him. “I made a mistake,” he grumbed, giving the crumpled remains another jab with his foot.
“Right, you did,” muttered Reida. Kinu shot her a look and Ril aimed a rude gesture her way, but neither spoke.
Kairn looked to Sethan, who was still tapping the floor with his chalk, the only one left in the room not bothering to cover his face. “Looks like you’ve got some competition,” he said.
Sethan shrugged and flicked his wrist, and the boney mass before him nimbly hopped to its feet and did an awkward little dance. “I think not,” he said, noting the wide eyed stare Reida and Tarek had now both set on him.
with Whipped Cream, Hot Fudge, and Malt
Rating : PG (necromancy)
Timeframe : 1249
Word Count : 843
Word of the Day : Rancor - bitter resentment or ill will
Malt Prompt : a reminder : that girl necromancer I haven't named yet & Tarek - Oops
Ok, so I've named her. You met Reida in Inhospitable Lodgings. To set her up in this period, she is Tarek's apprentice and both are recent additions to the group. I really should go back and put more concrete dates on all the necromancer Whipped Creams.... anyway, the lot of them are in their mid teens.
Head bowed, Kairn kept his eyes on the broad chalk lines scrawled in front of him, as the hunched form of Master Tarek slipped between himself and Sethan. “Very nice,” said Tarek, as he appraised the other’s work.
Kairn tensed as the dark robes shifted, and the man turned to study his own. One brow rose slowly among pinched features and Kairn offered the teacher a nervous smile. He etched a few more hasty lines with a shaking hand. Sethan craned his neck to peer at the sigil and all but choked on a barely suppressed laugh. Without a word, Tarek shook his head and moved on.
“This one, here” Sethan reached a hand out, over the boney corpse already splayed out across his own work, to jab at one of Kairn’s lines. “What were you thinking?”
Kairn tucked his lip between his teeth and rubbed out the offensive line with the heel of one hand, hoping that was the right thing to do. Sethan shook his head, turning his eyes back to his own work. Kairn frowned at the jumbled lines and sighed.
Across the room, Tarek stooped to admire Reida’s construct, the wizened little man beaming down at the girl as if she‘d managed to animate a rock. Kairn rolled his eyes. “Splendid!” said the teacher.
A few snorts and snickers rose from the back of the room, where Aldo and his cronies were gathered. Master Tarek shot the lot of them a threatening look, while Reida made a great show of quietly folding her arms across her chest and yawning. “You could stand to learn a thing or two from some of your peers,” said Tarek, eyeing Aldo’s own lines and the lifeless form laid over them.
“Oh please,” said Aldo to Reida, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “show us how it’s done?”
Reida grinned back. “Wouldn’t want to embarrass you,” she said. “I suppose you should go first.”
Aldo glanced from his own work to the girl’s and grinned as well. “No, no,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to miss this great opportunity to learn.”
“Right,” said Reida, as a chorus of laughter sounded about the other.
“Enough.” Tarek scowled at them both. “Both of you, get on with your work.” Drawing his robes tight about him, he stalked off to check on the apprentices in another corner of the room.
Still smirking at Aldo, Reida laid her hands along her lines. Aldo did the same, his eyes on Reida. All around him, the boys sat back, with eager looks, to watch.
Putting his chalk aside, Kairn looked from one to the other with a frown. Even Sethan turned to look, his chin in one hand while the other tapped lazily at the floor with his stub of chalk.
Reida’s lines flared. Aldo leaned in as her construct shuddered, his own lines flickering beneath his hands. Reida yawned as the patchwork creature placed one wobbling leg after another beneath itself and staggered to its feet.
Aldo and the rest frowned at the construct as it stumbled out of the ring. His mouth fell open as if he might protest, only to have thought better of it. To either side of him, Kinu and Ril exchanged confused glances. Kairn looked to Sethan, wondering what it was he was missing, but found no answer to be forthcoming from his friend.
Reida looked to Aldo’s now quivering construct, one brow raised. Still scowling, Aldo followed her gaze. The thing lurched to its feet, bones clacking together. A loud splat eminated from the construct. Aldo spun away, a hand to his face and cursing loudly. The boys around him grabbed their noses, uttering oaths of their own, while Reida laughed. Aldo leapt to his feet, fists clenched. He lnocked the construct back into pieces with one swift kick. Kairn threw a hand to his face as well, as the skunk stech wafted his way.
“Thought you hid that, pretty well, did you?” she said, still grinning even as she pinched her own nose. Aldo wiped something from his face, his mouth working silently at the air. “I wouldn’t try that again.”
Tarek jerked his head up from the group he‘d been lecturing, his brows knit and his nose wrinkled. “What is the meaning of this?”
“I-” Aldo looked at the teacher. “I-” He turned to Reida, who glared back at him. “I made a mistake,” he grumbed, giving the crumpled remains another jab with his foot.
“Right, you did,” muttered Reida. Kinu shot her a look and Ril aimed a rude gesture her way, but neither spoke.
Kairn looked to Sethan, who was still tapping the floor with his chalk, the only one left in the room not bothering to cover his face. “Looks like you’ve got some competition,” he said.
Sethan shrugged and flicked his wrist, and the boney mass before him nimbly hopped to its feet and did an awkward little dance. “I think not,” he said, noting the wide eyed stare Reida and Tarek had now both set on him.