unexpected story
Pistachio #9. Birthday
Rating : G
Timeframe : spring 1254
Word Count : 479
I was actually just talking with IchthusFish about how prompts don't always go where you thought they would. Well, here's one of my own. I thought I'd use this to do Shamino's birth (which eventually I still must), but here's a much more light hearted piece.
Ski thrust open the door, sheets of rain sweeping past her into the house. She crossed the threshold and shrugged out of her soggy cloak. The dry air and crackling fire were a welcome find to the tired knight, the beaming prince who rushed to greet her not so much.
“Dalton, what are you doing here?” said Ski.
He stopped a few paces short of reaching her, still smiling too broadly for any good to come of it. “What?” he said, with a quick glance towards the dining room as she wrung the moisture out of her coat. “Am I not welcome?”
“No,” she said. “Of course you are. The timing just seems rather-” She put a hand to her head as it occurred to her just why she found his presence so troubling. “Please tell me you have not brought your brother with you.”
“What? No!” Another glance to the doorway and a much more compsed, “No.“
“Whatever is in the dining room?”
“Pardon?” said Dalton, attention now fully on her.
“You keep looking that way.” He shuffled from side to side as she tried to peer over him.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Ski brushed past him. “You, uh, don’t need to go in there.”
“If there is nothing in there-”
“Really.” A hand settled on her arm. “You should just have a seat, relax for a bit.”
“You did bring him.” The hand slipped away.
“Wait! Masakari!”
Ski stormed through the open doorway to find the whole squadron bent over the dining table. There was a shuffle and a clatter as all four whipped around to face her, pressing together in a tight line across the table, each grinning as foolishly as the prince behind her.
“Ski!” said Rune and Tess at once. Farran shook her head and dabbed something off of Tess’s cheek, causing her to giggle.
Ilya’s eyes settled on Dalton and her brows knit. “I thought you were going to keep her out.” Dalton shrugged helplessly.
“What is the meaning of all this?” said Ski, still planted in the doorway with arms folded across her chest.
At the center of the line, Rune and Tess exchanged glances. “Shall we?” said Tess.
Rune shrugged. “Don’t see why not.” The took a step apart, splitting the line down the middle as the others moved out of their way.
Ski’s breath caught in her throat and a hand flew to her open mouth as the cake came into view. A piping bag lay abandoned beside it, trails of blue frosting smeared across the wood.
“It’s not done,” said Rune, hastily, though he was still grinning from ear to ear.
Ski peered closer at the cake half covered in thick, sugary blue flowers. “This is lovely,” she said.
There was a hearty slap against her back. “Happy birthday,” said Tess.
“Happy birthday,” echoed the rest of the room.
Rating : G
Timeframe : spring 1254
Word Count : 479
I was actually just talking with IchthusFish about how prompts don't always go where you thought they would. Well, here's one of my own. I thought I'd use this to do Shamino's birth (which eventually I still must), but here's a much more light hearted piece.
Ski thrust open the door, sheets of rain sweeping past her into the house. She crossed the threshold and shrugged out of her soggy cloak. The dry air and crackling fire were a welcome find to the tired knight, the beaming prince who rushed to greet her not so much.
“Dalton, what are you doing here?” said Ski.
He stopped a few paces short of reaching her, still smiling too broadly for any good to come of it. “What?” he said, with a quick glance towards the dining room as she wrung the moisture out of her coat. “Am I not welcome?”
“No,” she said. “Of course you are. The timing just seems rather-” She put a hand to her head as it occurred to her just why she found his presence so troubling. “Please tell me you have not brought your brother with you.”
“What? No!” Another glance to the doorway and a much more compsed, “No.“
“Whatever is in the dining room?”
“Pardon?” said Dalton, attention now fully on her.
“You keep looking that way.” He shuffled from side to side as she tried to peer over him.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Ski brushed past him. “You, uh, don’t need to go in there.”
“If there is nothing in there-”
“Really.” A hand settled on her arm. “You should just have a seat, relax for a bit.”
“You did bring him.” The hand slipped away.
“Wait! Masakari!”
Ski stormed through the open doorway to find the whole squadron bent over the dining table. There was a shuffle and a clatter as all four whipped around to face her, pressing together in a tight line across the table, each grinning as foolishly as the prince behind her.
“Ski!” said Rune and Tess at once. Farran shook her head and dabbed something off of Tess’s cheek, causing her to giggle.
Ilya’s eyes settled on Dalton and her brows knit. “I thought you were going to keep her out.” Dalton shrugged helplessly.
“What is the meaning of all this?” said Ski, still planted in the doorway with arms folded across her chest.
At the center of the line, Rune and Tess exchanged glances. “Shall we?” said Tess.
Rune shrugged. “Don’t see why not.” The took a step apart, splitting the line down the middle as the others moved out of their way.
Ski’s breath caught in her throat and a hand flew to her open mouth as the cake came into view. A piping bag lay abandoned beside it, trails of blue frosting smeared across the wood.
“It’s not done,” said Rune, hastily, though he was still grinning from ear to ear.
Ski peered closer at the cake half covered in thick, sugary blue flowers. “This is lovely,” she said.
There was a hearty slap against her back. “Happy birthday,” said Tess.
“Happy birthday,” echoed the rest of the room.