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chirachira for one-sentence prompts! They became more than one sentence! This one I liked. The New Prince, because I CAN.
Truth be told it was Cyprus where he first heard about it. Cyprus was where one first heard about a lot of things. It came from a Greek to an Egyptian trader to a guy who claimed Phoenician descent out of the old Kings of Kition.
"My great ancestors, who were kings you know," said the man--in Greek, his Persian was terrible. “That on the way to Indus, there is a strange desert with green on all sides. It is a desert, because a great tree drinks all water from the lands around it."
"You're pretty drunk if you expect me to believe this," laughed the His Royal Majesty, Prince of All Things Less Than Reputable. He slapped down coin for another round, generously nipped from his companion’s slashed purse.
”And these lands lies a great tomb, where the gold of kings is kept. Kings, like my ancestors--"
"...tell me more," said the Prince.
And another, just because.
"... I kept a garden once," said Elika. She'd been quiet for awhile. He looked back at her. She'd found her feet again. That last healing had taken a lot of her. Now she stood close to the ridge, looking out over the new, green expanse of this curve of the Vale. Fiddlehead's and ferns spilled out of cracks in the carved walls, crawling fifty feet north, where they died and it grew dark again. Elika laughed. There was something sad about it. "A little patch in the royal gardens. I was young. I overwatered it." Her eyes grew vague and distracted. She frowned. ""We should go."
She still looked a little grey. "The princess's garden," he chuckled, ignoring the grim set of her jaw. "It must've been at least a little impressive. Or a little expensive, how about."
"It was nothing to my mother's," said Elika, curtly, "Let's go."
chirachira for one-sentence prompts! They became more than one sentence! This one I liked. The New Prince, because I CAN.Truth be told it was Cyprus where he first heard about it. Cyprus was where one first heard about a lot of things. It came from a Greek to an Egyptian trader to a guy who claimed Phoenician descent out of the old Kings of Kition.
"My great ancestors, who were kings you know," said the man--in Greek, his Persian was terrible. “That on the way to Indus, there is a strange desert with green on all sides. It is a desert, because a great tree drinks all water from the lands around it."
"You're pretty drunk if you expect me to believe this," laughed the His Royal Majesty, Prince of All Things Less Than Reputable. He slapped down coin for another round, generously nipped from his companion’s slashed purse.
”And these lands lies a great tomb, where the gold of kings is kept. Kings, like my ancestors--"
"...tell me more," said the Prince.
And another, just because.
"... I kept a garden once," said Elika. She'd been quiet for awhile. He looked back at her. She'd found her feet again. That last healing had taken a lot of her. Now she stood close to the ridge, looking out over the new, green expanse of this curve of the Vale. Fiddlehead's and ferns spilled out of cracks in the carved walls, crawling fifty feet north, where they died and it grew dark again. Elika laughed. There was something sad about it. "A little patch in the royal gardens. I was young. I overwatered it." Her eyes grew vague and distracted. She frowned. ""We should go."
She still looked a little grey. "The princess's garden," he chuckled, ignoring the grim set of her jaw. "It must've been at least a little impressive. Or a little expensive, how about."
"It was nothing to my mother's," said Elika, curtly, "Let's go."