30 Days of Flashfic - Day 28a - Prompt: Overhearing a conversation
This a Flashfic based on a prompt from ravenswept's 30 Days of Flash Fiction Meme
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Day 28a - Prompt: Overhearing a conversation (with some next day revisions)
Universe: More of Nyalla in the magi-tech fantasy setting.
Content warning: Contains no sex, a catgirl, a catboy, and an elf of the female persuasion. Mild language, but nothing that couldn't be on TV.
Oh look, it's under 500600 words (by onea few).
Scene under the cut.
Nyalla stared at the blanket covering the mesh-sided crate she'd been stuffed in. Every noise in the cargo bay feeling like a promise of razor edged pain.
"Enough! Tell me why you had to drag me down here already, if I'm missing when the armors show back up-"
"Feh! More than enough time, Var."
Nyalla's ears perked up at the last thing Sarah said, but even her hope didn't keep her from pushing back as much as the crate would allow when the lady tossed back the blanket.
"Well Var, you misplace something?"
She looked up at the raven haired elf, then at the young man standing next to her. He had salt and pepper gray hair, but not from age, he looked younger than the elven fighter's deceptively young appearance. Only just entering his middle teen years he had a face still young enough Nyalla recognized it instantly.
"Levara!" Her brother's eyes grew wide while Sarah laughed off to the side.
"Ha! Knew it, another fiver Kenzie owes me come payday. And your name's Levara? Figured Var was fake, didn't know you were hiding from a girl's name."
Nyalla yelped as her brother dropped the blanket back over the crate. "Levara!"
"It's not a girl's name, it's a respectable Kellian man's name. If that's all, I've got work to do."
"Yer a cold one boy! She's yer sis', just try an' say I'm wrong. Not goin' t'say even a word to her?"
"And if she is? You're looking the wrong person, the wrong family to try and ransom her off. You think I'd be here if we had money? You like to play at being high born, congrats my lady, you've got yourself your first maidservant. And I have work to do."
"Don't walk off ya gray furred ass! Tryin' tell me ya don't care? Leave her here she's dead by morning. By rights should be dead now. Louis said no prisoners!" Sarah paused just a moment. "That's right Var, walk out now an if she's lucky Louis finds out an orders her put down. Maybe yer right ass, I'm no high born lady. Don't mean I want to kill a kid."
"And I can do, what? Why did you even bother telling me she was here if you're saying Louis is going to have her killed?"
"Because even if you're an ass you're still one of our mechanics. Take her with you an put her to work. Captain comes by you tell him she's your sister and you're apprenticing her. I'm just another sword, it would never work if I tried it. But you, he ticks off you he ticks off the asses who ride the armor you're so keen to get to work on."
The blanket came away again and the top of the crate roughly pried off. Her brother glaring at her as Sarah pulled her out.
"Keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. One chance, that's it. You make any trouble I'm not sticking my neck out for you."
My 30 Days of Flashfic Index Page
Day 28a - Prompt: Overhearing a conversation (with some next day revisions)
Universe: More of Nyalla in the magi-tech fantasy setting.
Content warning: Contains no sex, a catgirl, a catboy, and an elf of the female persuasion. Mild language, but nothing that couldn't be on TV.
Oh look, it's under 500600 words (by onea few).
Scene under the cut.
Nyalla stared at the blanket covering the mesh-sided crate she'd been stuffed in. Every noise in the cargo bay feeling like a promise of razor edged pain.
"Enough! Tell me why you had to drag me down here already, if I'm missing when the armors show back up-"
"Feh! More than enough time, Var."
Nyalla's ears perked up at the last thing Sarah said, but even her hope didn't keep her from pushing back as much as the crate would allow when the lady tossed back the blanket.
"Well Var, you misplace something?"
She looked up at the raven haired elf, then at the young man standing next to her. He had salt and pepper gray hair, but not from age, he looked younger than the elven fighter's deceptively young appearance. Only just entering his middle teen years he had a face still young enough Nyalla recognized it instantly.
"Levara!" Her brother's eyes grew wide while Sarah laughed off to the side.
"Ha! Knew it, another fiver Kenzie owes me come payday. And your name's Levara? Figured Var was fake, didn't know you were hiding from a girl's name."
Nyalla yelped as her brother dropped the blanket back over the crate. "Levara!"
"It's not a girl's name, it's a respectable Kellian man's name. If that's all, I've got work to do."
"Yer a cold one boy! She's yer sis', just try an' say I'm wrong. Not goin' t'say even a word to her?"
"And if she is? You're looking the wrong person, the wrong family to try and ransom her off. You think I'd be here if we had money? You like to play at being high born, congrats my lady, you've got yourself your first maidservant. And I have work to do."
"Don't walk off ya gray furred ass! Tryin' tell me ya don't care? Leave her here she's dead by morning. By rights should be dead now. Louis said no prisoners!" Sarah paused just a moment. "That's right Var, walk out now an if she's lucky Louis finds out an orders her put down. Maybe yer right ass, I'm no high born lady. Don't mean I want to kill a kid."
"And I can do, what? Why did you even bother telling me she was here if you're saying Louis is going to have her killed?"
"Because even if you're an ass you're still one of our mechanics. Take her with you an put her to work. Captain comes by you tell him she's your sister and you're apprenticing her. I'm just another sword, it would never work if I tried it. But you, he ticks off you he ticks off the asses who ride the armor you're so keen to get to work on."
The blanket came away again and the top of the crate roughly pried off. Her brother glaring at her as Sarah pulled her out.
"Keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. One chance, that's it. You make any trouble I'm not sticking my neck out for you."