Nitendae sat, idly juggling 10 pebbles, on the roof of the temple.
The peace of the night allowing him to think.
He'd not been too impressed when the Abbot first gave him his 'boon' gloves. They were old and scruffy and looked way too big, but he hadn't so much as pulled them on as they flowed on. No matter how closely he looked he couldn't find a single seam.
He didn't quite understand how the gloves could, but they allowed Nite' a far better control of not just his hands but his complete body. A fine boon to compliment his skills and talents.
The reason he was up on the roof though was to resolve his feelings of how their recent adventure had ended. Nite' had put his reputation and possibly his life on the line to get the information from the thieves guild that led them to the "slippers" but at the end Bastien had simply taken them to his temple.
Logically it was the far better course, the rewards so much better than those promised by Valois and just as important it was right to bring the "slippers" home. Nitendae was sure that both he and Volkon would have agreed with Bastien and between them they could come up with a way of placating Valois and her guild - only an idiot would go to war with the Thieves guild.
It was just..... he hadn't asked....
Introspectional pathos. Interpersonal dynamics. Narrative progression. Comedic cliffhanger...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
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you are just being nice bcuz its my b'day and i'm hay-feebled
ReplyDeleteI especially liked the nonchalant, showy offy juggling skills and reference to the 'boon'.
ReplyDeleteNice, tight bit of short copy writing.
You should work in advertising.
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Also, Clever header.
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Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteHe did ask, didn't he? At least in my recollection he did. But I have an atrocious memory so I dunno.
ReplyDeleteWe considered that we had probably one go with the slippers and we should just go all the way.
Oh no he didn't!
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