Sunday Snippets
tagged by @faerieavalon. Thank you. :)
Some Duncan pov from Vertigo. The only oc here is Riya, the rest are canon characters. This is a first draft, and hasn’t gone through any editing/revisions.
The first inn they stopped at was full, same with the second, but the third had rooms available. Once Riya finished haggling with the innkeeper, a voice boomed from across the common room, “RYIA!”
The room grew quiet, anxious. While the group of wardens was previously regarded under discreet, hooded eyes, respectful to avoid staring, now every eye gawked openly. The energy of the room shifted, where it was once a quiet drone of voices over clattering of dishes, but with that one word, silence fell over the room, patrons shifting either to run or join the prospect of melee. Duncan took all of this in with a wary eye, hands twitching to reach for his axes.
“Grigor.” The Orth woman drolled with an annoyed roll of her eyes.
Rising to his full height, he was younger than her by two decades; hair black as pitch, and dark complexioned, with pale geometric lines decorating his chin and jaw. He was burly, and looked like he lifted logs, or here in the Anderfels, stones, for fun.
“You are still scrawny woman.” Marching forward, Grigor itched his hand near his sword.
Duncan reached for his weapons, Riordan unsheathed his daggers, both mages behind him shifted when the energy edged closer to violence.
“You are still ugly.”
The pair stared at one another, she shorter by a head, but she had shifted her stance, weight shifted to the balls of her feet. Every person in the common room seemed to hold their collective breathe, waiting.
Tagging whoever wants to do this. It’s getting late.