Post by Morph on Mar 6, 2007 3:43:53 GMT -5
Link had little time to react. Mere moments later a ball of cold white snow had landed in his face, blinding his eyes and some pieces finding their way down his throat. Link coughed violently.
“Urghh, aahh, that’s disgusting!” He said, coughing. Jon and the other kids laughed. “It’s not funny!” Link cried out.
“It is funny!” A young girl cried out cheerfully, laughing at him.
“Is not!” Link shouted back.
“That’s right, it’s not funny.” Someone else said.
Link turned his had to the source of the voice, finding out that it was Zan, who was leaning against the wall, dressed in a thick black winter cloak.
“Look who’s here… Mr. Icy.” Jon said mockingly. He came standing by Link, being a little taller than him, although a year younger.
“Look who’s talking, Mr. Bigshot.” Zan replied. “Your talk is bigger than yourself and your brain is smaller than a spot of bird poo.”
“Why don’t you just go back to wherever you came crawling from?” Jon shot back.
“Ooh, harsh…” Zan commented. He wanted to say something else but was cut short when he saw someone coming, Yozithan, the 22-year-old supervisor of the children that lived at the castle. Whenever he wasn’t gone to deliver a message or some other smallish job, he usually took it upon himself to watch the kids, so that they wouldn’t bother the adults, and keep them busy with things to do. It wasn’t officially his job to do that, but he had decided to do it, because he liked it.
“Hey there kiddies.” He greeted them.
“We’re not kids!” A young, fairly fat boy complained. Yozithan laughed.
“Well, ye cert’nly aren’t horses either!” He replied, coming to a halt near Jon and putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “So whatchy’all doin’ here?” He asked.
“We were having a fun snowball fight.” Jon said, glaring at Zan. “Until he showed up.”
Zan looked back at Jon with innocent eyes.
“Tsk tsk, now, boys.” Yozithan said. “Y’shoul’n’t fight, least ye be enterin’ that tourn’ment.”
“Tournament?” Link said beweirdedly.
“Tournament?” Jon repeated. Even Zan looked up at Yozithan with wonder.
“Yeah, y’know, that tourn’ment they be organisin’ with’n the last couple a weeks.” Yozithan said. “The Yearly Recht Swordplay Tournament.”
“Urghh, aahh, that’s disgusting!” He said, coughing. Jon and the other kids laughed. “It’s not funny!” Link cried out.
“It is funny!” A young girl cried out cheerfully, laughing at him.
“Is not!” Link shouted back.
“That’s right, it’s not funny.” Someone else said.
Link turned his had to the source of the voice, finding out that it was Zan, who was leaning against the wall, dressed in a thick black winter cloak.
“Look who’s here… Mr. Icy.” Jon said mockingly. He came standing by Link, being a little taller than him, although a year younger.
“Look who’s talking, Mr. Bigshot.” Zan replied. “Your talk is bigger than yourself and your brain is smaller than a spot of bird poo.”
“Why don’t you just go back to wherever you came crawling from?” Jon shot back.
“Ooh, harsh…” Zan commented. He wanted to say something else but was cut short when he saw someone coming, Yozithan, the 22-year-old supervisor of the children that lived at the castle. Whenever he wasn’t gone to deliver a message or some other smallish job, he usually took it upon himself to watch the kids, so that they wouldn’t bother the adults, and keep them busy with things to do. It wasn’t officially his job to do that, but he had decided to do it, because he liked it.
“Hey there kiddies.” He greeted them.
“We’re not kids!” A young, fairly fat boy complained. Yozithan laughed.
“Well, ye cert’nly aren’t horses either!” He replied, coming to a halt near Jon and putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “So whatchy’all doin’ here?” He asked.
“We were having a fun snowball fight.” Jon said, glaring at Zan. “Until he showed up.”
Zan looked back at Jon with innocent eyes.
“Tsk tsk, now, boys.” Yozithan said. “Y’shoul’n’t fight, least ye be enterin’ that tourn’ment.”
“Tournament?” Link said beweirdedly.
“Tournament?” Jon repeated. Even Zan looked up at Yozithan with wonder.
“Yeah, y’know, that tourn’ment they be organisin’ with’n the last couple a weeks.” Yozithan said. “The Yearly Recht Swordplay Tournament.”