Post by Katty on Nov 4, 2011 17:55:34 GMT 10
Title: Summer
Rating: G
Words: 408
Prompt: Holiday (#40)
Summary: The Naxen family plans a holiday.
“When are we going to the Summer Palace, Mother?” Gilmyn asks earnestly. “I want to swim in the ocean, and sail. Maybe even fish.”
Zenoby raises her head from the book she is reading. “I want to swim too! And ride the trails along the cliffs.”
Cythera cringes. “We are not going to the Summer Palace this year,” she replies casually. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation until the last moment.
Her eldest two children begin to protest immediately. “Why not?” exclaims Gilmyn, his sister echoing him a moment later.
Cythera puts on her brightest smile. “We are spending the summer in Naxen; your grandmother has already begun preparing for our visit.” She is not particularly enthused at the prospect of two months with her mother-in-law, but she wants the children to spend more time at Fief Naxen.
Gilmyn is horrified. “We are visiting grandmother?” he asks. “Did we do something wrong? Are we being punished?”
Zenoby looks distraught. “Is Papa coming?” she asks.
“Of course he is coming,” Cythera replies soothingly (even though she knows Gary is still unaware of his expected attendance). “And you are not being punished, don’t be silly.” She settles into a chair in front of them. “Naxen will be delightful; you can swim in the lake, and-”
“Grandmother will never let us swim in the lake,” Gilmyn interrupts. “She said that eels would eat our fingers and toes – that is how Grandfather lost his finger.”
Cythera rolls her eyes. “Your Grandfather lost his finger in the Chamber of Ordeal, not swimming in Lake Naxen,” she replies. “There is plenty else you can do, though.”
Gilmyn slumps in his chair. “This summer will be horrible,” he moans.
“It will be if you have that attitude,” she says, raising an eyebrow. She decides to resort to her back-up plan. “You know, your grandmother did mention in her last letter that some of the dogs had just had litters.”
Zenoby sits upright in her chair. “Puppies?” Even Gilmyn looks curious.
“That is right,” Cythera says nonchalantly, picking up her needlework. “I thought that perhaps we could bring one or two back to the capital with us; it’s always nice to have something from Naxen here.”
Her children’s eyes are as big as saucers; she knows they have wanted to keep dogs for years. “May we have one each?” Gilmyn asks.
Cythera smiles triumphantly. “I suppose we shall see when we get to Naxen.”
Rating: G
Words: 408
Prompt: Holiday (#40)
Summary: The Naxen family plans a holiday.
“When are we going to the Summer Palace, Mother?” Gilmyn asks earnestly. “I want to swim in the ocean, and sail. Maybe even fish.”
Zenoby raises her head from the book she is reading. “I want to swim too! And ride the trails along the cliffs.”
Cythera cringes. “We are not going to the Summer Palace this year,” she replies casually. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation until the last moment.
Her eldest two children begin to protest immediately. “Why not?” exclaims Gilmyn, his sister echoing him a moment later.
Cythera puts on her brightest smile. “We are spending the summer in Naxen; your grandmother has already begun preparing for our visit.” She is not particularly enthused at the prospect of two months with her mother-in-law, but she wants the children to spend more time at Fief Naxen.
Gilmyn is horrified. “We are visiting grandmother?” he asks. “Did we do something wrong? Are we being punished?”
Zenoby looks distraught. “Is Papa coming?” she asks.
“Of course he is coming,” Cythera replies soothingly (even though she knows Gary is still unaware of his expected attendance). “And you are not being punished, don’t be silly.” She settles into a chair in front of them. “Naxen will be delightful; you can swim in the lake, and-”
“Grandmother will never let us swim in the lake,” Gilmyn interrupts. “She said that eels would eat our fingers and toes – that is how Grandfather lost his finger.”
Cythera rolls her eyes. “Your Grandfather lost his finger in the Chamber of Ordeal, not swimming in Lake Naxen,” she replies. “There is plenty else you can do, though.”
Gilmyn slumps in his chair. “This summer will be horrible,” he moans.
“It will be if you have that attitude,” she says, raising an eyebrow. She decides to resort to her back-up plan. “You know, your grandmother did mention in her last letter that some of the dogs had just had litters.”
Zenoby sits upright in her chair. “Puppies?” Even Gilmyn looks curious.
“That is right,” Cythera says nonchalantly, picking up her needlework. “I thought that perhaps we could bring one or two back to the capital with us; it’s always nice to have something from Naxen here.”
Her children’s eyes are as big as saucers; she knows they have wanted to keep dogs for years. “May we have one each?” Gilmyn asks.
Cythera smiles triumphantly. “I suppose we shall see when we get to Naxen.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!