I decided to play in the same universe as last week's entry. I don't have a title yet, and I am still building the universe but I'm quite intrigued with what is coming together so far.
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Sha’donar was in full swing, the religious celebration on eve to the start of battle. Mirja’a made her way through the crowd as they danced, drank, and sang to Upinde.
“Mirja’a! Have a drink with me,” Her’at called over, brandishing a wineskin. She took it dubiously, something about the man always made her uneasy.
She immediately spat out the liquid. "What is this plonk?" Mirja'a demanded.
"It's a special vintage," he explained.
Mirja'a sniffed the skin and her face darkened with rage. "It's been laced! The night before battle against the Bijeszio and you try to drug me?"
Her'at blenched. "Priestess-"
"Enough! You will not make me somnolent!" Mirja'a grabbed him by the collar of his robe and the edge of a tattoo caught her attention. "What? What is this?"
She ripped his robe open, revealing the mark of the Bijeszio. Mirja'a didn't have to ruminate over her next move.
@150 Words
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Excellent use to the words. You can't fool Mirja. Great atmosphere too. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yep, she's the leader for a reason... :)
DeleteNever try to cross a priestess, and just love the names, builds a great picture :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! This is my first attempt at true world-building and it's a bit overwhelming. Going at it bits at a time. :)
DeleteI like this world-building too, very intriguing! Very interesting characters...
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