I Got Bored Of The Whump Thing Im Writing Itll Be Back I Just Dont Want To Refine Here's Some Fluff I

i got bored of the whump thing im writing itll be back i just dont want to refine here's some fluff i made when i first wanted to write medieval ish fantasy there's a bit of whump later in the wip

When I heard Goose’s soft snoring, I looked over at her direction and kissed her on the forehead. Starborn had been discharged from her duty as my guide and slept with Pandolin in the large wyvern bed.

Goose had her arms folded in front of her, judging by the position of her shoulders, and I unbraided her dark hair and brushed through it with my fingers. 

I could feel it was curly, and she mumbled, “Pandolin, what’re you doin’?”

I didn’t respond.

“Hrm,” Goose mumbled. “‘M tired, stop,”

I stopped brushing through her hair and turned over, then felt her breath on the back of my neck.

I turned over again, then touched her cheek. 

She flinched back, and I said, “Hi, Goose,”

Goose yelped and fell off the bed with a heavy thud. 

I reached out my hand and pulled her up, then hugged her.

I could feel her rapid heartbeat, and she whispered, “Why were you doing that?”

“Sorry for scaring you, and I don’t know,”

She pressed closer to me and said, “Please don’t do it,” before rolling back onto her side.

I looked up and waited, not able to sleep. Goose grabbed my hand, and my heart began racing. 

Goose pulled me closer and said, “Empeza, you didn’t happen to kill a seer named Nadia Guseva, right?”

“No. Why? Did you know her?”

I remembered hearing of that poor girl. I have no idea of her fate, but she was used by Nasilje for political and religious gain. Most thought Guseva to be insane, however, and almost everyone disregarded her as just a lunatic who thought she saw the future.

“She was my sister, and-,”

I gave her a tight hug and said, “I’m sorry. No one knows what happened to her,”

“Oh,” she whispered.

She sniffled softly and whimpered, “I- if she’s alive, she’s the only family I have left. Other than Pandolin, but you know- he’s more than family, he’s a part of me,”

“I’ll ask Nasilje, alright?”

“Alright.”

I stood, and she grabbed my arm.

“No, not now, Nasilje, I assume she doesn’t like being interrupted,”

I sat down and she said, “Stay safe,”

“Of course, paxariño,” I said, knowing she wouldn’t understand my affectionate nicknames once more.

I lay down and she lay on my armored chest, and I said, “Goose, wait a moment,”

She sat up and I took off my armor and stripped off my tunic to my underclothes.

I sat back down and let her lay back on my chest and rubbed her forehead, and she slowly drifted to sleep. I let her stay on my chest, I didn’t want to wake her up.

I heard Starborn hyperventilating, and Starborn flew over to me and sniffled, Empeza, I had a nightmare. 

I touched her spiky scales on her snout and replied mentally, Don’t worry. What happened?

I’m scared. I saw a monster.

She curled into my arms and I hugged her close. She was about the size of the medium sized brown dog I had until it died when I was three.

You’re my best friend and sister, you should’ve come to me.

She started crying in a way I wasn’t used to. Typically, she never even laughed. It sounded like patchy growling and her scales shifted up and down underneath my palms.

Empeza, I love you. Starborn whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied. Starborn flapped back over to Pandolin, then went back to sleep.

I closed my eyes and let dreams take me.

—

It was a normal execution, it should’ve gone without a problem, but the prisoner spat out his gag and pleaded for his life, just as I killed him. Just as I killed my brother.

I sink to my knees, it was a bad omen, the executioner screaming from insanity just after ending a life, but I couldn’t stop.

I stare up the sky and whisper, “Forgive me, Santi, please,”

I cradle his body close and wail, wishing I could bring him back. Wishing I could join him. I take my sword, and Nasilje grabs it out of my hands as I slit my wrists.

She calls for a medic, and someone comes by and bandages my wrists, stopping the blood.

I-

—

The horn blew, and I rolled out of bed. 

Goose took my hand and pulled me up, and I thanked her. Starborn woke up and fluttered over to my shoulder.

No more nightmares? I asked.

None.

She stretched and yawned, and Goose took my hand. Starborn described Pandolin flapping over to Goose as clumsy, exhausted, and dragonfly-like.

Pandolin lay on Goose’s shoulder, and Goose whispered, “You don't have to work ‘til breakfast, alright?”

Pandolin didn’t respond audibly.

Goose took an unlit torch from the wall and pressed her palm against it. I heard flints, and I could tell that there was light nearby.

“Let’s go,” she said. She sounded a bit like what I’d nicknamed her, a goose.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied. “Just, a really weird dream. Something about controlling dragonfire, somehow,”

“Well, dreams are meant to be strange, the gods don’t want us knowing what they mean without careful thought,”

“True,”

I put on my tunic and pants, but not my armor. I didn’t feel like it, and my shift wouldn’t be for another six hours.

She and I walked to the kitchens, where Ivan stopped us.

“Market day. Go do whatever you want, here’s breakfast,”

He handed us two slices of toast each and some bacon. 

I ate quickly, and Goose asked, “What’s market day?”

Ivan paid her, and I explained it to her quickly.

“I typically go riding in the mornings on these days, since I’m off. Want to come with?”

“Um- alright,”

I took her hand when she finished eating and took her to the stable.

—

Igor handed me Xenebra’s brush and said, “She won’t let me anywhere near her,”

“Odd,” I replied. “I’ll do it,”

I walked over to my child’s stall and she knickered irritably.

I got in the stall and cleaned the stall very quickly, then put feed in her empty trough and started brushing her thick coat. 

I spoke to her through it all, and she listened.

Eventually, I guided her out of the stall, and she reared when she saw Igor.

I tried to soothe her, but she broke out of my grip and ran out of the stables. I chased after her, and saw she’d stopped right outside the stables. I mounted, and Goose stopped next to us. She rode a chestnut bay, the one no one had ever wanted, according to Igor. It was about three quarters of Xenebra’s size, according to Starborn, and Pandolin sat on its head. 

Pandolin was small, for a wyvern, Goose had said he was twenty, like her, and normally, they ended up the size of a shepherd’s dog at around that age, no longer able to fit on a shoulder at all. Starborn was five years younger than I was, as I’d gone blind at a later age, but even then, she was much bigger than Pandolin.

“What did you name her?” I asked.

“Myata,” Goose replied.

Myata followed close behind Xenebra as we went down the road. For such a small thing, she was fast.

—

We traveled down to the beach and Xenebra galloped across the sand, outpacing Myata.

Xenebra suddenly stopped, and I heard a thud. 

I dismounted and before I could open my mouth to apologize, Starborn described a tall man with thick red hair and blue eyes, who snapped at me, “Who decided to let a blind person ride a horse?”

“Hey, izvini, I didn’t mean to hit you, and Xenebra was going too fast to slow down. Did anything break?”

The other person stormed off, and I got back on Xenebra, waiting for Goose to arrive. Goose got there a few minutes later, Myata walking slowly.

“Sorry, Myata refused to canter. Who was that?”

“Some guy. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and he came too quick for Starborn to tell me,”

Xenebra and I continued in a trot so Goose could keep pace, and eventually, we dismounted and walked over to the water. Pandolin jumped off Goose’s shoulder and into the mudsand, rolling around and Starborn doing the same a few minutes later. 

Xenebra lay down for a rest, and I sat on her back. Myata did the same a few moments later, judging by the heavy thump in Goose’s general direction, and I looked over the horizon, listening to the waves.

Starborn jumped onto my shoulder, scales waterlogged.

Why? I groaned.

Water is very nice.

Not for me.

She nuzzled my cheek and I rubbed her forehead. 

She cooed happily and raised her snout to touch my palm, then licked it.

I heard someone running near us, then stopped.

That guy you hit has a knife. He’s getting closer.

Burn.

A burst of heat, and I heard someone scream.

Xenebra whinied, and I quickly shifted my position so she wouldn't throw me off. 

Goose followed suit and we rode off, quick as we could. 

The man didn’t bother chasing after us.

I felt sunlight on my face and realized the sun was rising. I stopped Xenebra and looked in the direction of the brightness. 

Starborn described it to me, and I imagined it as it was. All the clouds everywhere, orange, pink, and purple fire.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, feeling the sea breeze on my face.

“Beautiful,” Goose breathed. 

I took her hand, and she whispered, “I’m sorry you can’t see it,”

I didn’t reply, I had no need to see. It actually made me better, it stopped me from following in my brother’s footsteps.

I looked in her direction and said, “I’m here with you,”

I kissed her hand, and she sputtered, “Empeza- we can’t,”

“Yes we can,”

“Its illegal,”

“I lived with raiders, you think I care about the stupid bitching laws dictating love?”

“Privacy?”

“Ah. Right. Back to the keep?”

“No. I wanna have fun first,”

She rode up the beach, toward the pier, and we rode back up the dunes and through the dune grass, then dismounted. 

I took out the frog to clean Xenebra’s hooves of sand, and found wet grass and leaves and dirt, like her hooves hadn’t had the field residue removed.

Why? I wondered. I walked over to Myata and cleaned her hooves of wet sand, and instructed Goose to guide her through the rest of the town.

We approached a shop that Xenebra seemed interested in, and I smelled sugar.

Where’s the line? I asked Starborn. The stall sold sugar cubes for horses.

No line.

I walked over, and heard Goose and Myata close behind.

“‘Ello ma’ams, how’d you like somethin’ for yerselves?”

“Just our horses,”

“Wouldn’t yeh like a snack, lovebirds?”

I stiffened and said, “Just two sugar cubes,”

“We’ve a special deal for four for the price o’ three,” 

“Just two sugar cubes, sirrah,”

“Fine,” he sighed, Starborn described him going under the desk, and I suddenly got a bad feeling. 

I put my hand on my sword’s hilt, and he rose with a firearm. Rare here, but I’d seen them, my parents were raiders, after all.

I pulled out my sword and he hissed, “Put all your valuables and that pretty sword in the sack, and a’ll spare you,”

I called for a fellow guard and before the man reacted, I knocked the firearm out of his hands. As I’d been trained.

He growled, “That cost me a fortune,” and the firearm went off at random, a bullet ripping through my leg.

I cried out, and Xenebra ran. I let go and had Starborn catch up to her so she didn’t get herself or someone else hurt. Myata, stubbornly, ate the dune grass, chewing slowly.

“Empeza!” Goose called. She dismounted and I heard the hissing sound of a wyvern breathing hot fire. 

The man cried out, and I ran in the direction of the gun and turned on the safety and made sure it was unloaded.

It was still hot, so I waited, and the man ran up to me. 

I smacked him with the butt of what felt like a rifle, and sent him sprawling. My leg shook, and one of the guards arrived a moment after I collapsed.

“Empeza!” Zdrajca called. 

He lifted me and I winced.

“I saw Xenebra and came running,” he explained, before I even asked.

He whistled, and Xenebra and Starborn returned. Starborn clung to Xenebra’s mane like she was a tick, after she sent me the mental image. She flew over to me and licked my cheek.

By the way, Papa’s in port.

Oh. 

Zdrajca mounted me on Xenebra and told me to go to the nearest clinic, and I obliged. My parents knew what to do.

I steered Xenebra to the port and heard Goose following behind.

“Who was that?” Goose called.

“Zdrajca,” I elaborated. “Another guard,”

She caught up to me, and Starborn told me to stop. I dismounted, my leg hurting like the eleven hells, and listened for a familiar voice. I heard ship jargon, merchant jargon, things everywhere.

“-request an audience at the keep-”

“-five pounds lost over the edge-”

“-Ben tripulación, parada rápida, entón nós-”

“Mama!” I called. 

I limped over, and felt a giant hug on my shoulders.

“Oh, Gaivota,”

“Ola, mama,” I whispered. “Así que me dispararon hai un momento,”

“Quen o fixo pagará, non importa quen,”

She scooped me into her arms and carried me onto our ship.

“CARDENAL!” she called. 

My father came by and saw the injury, and broke into the common tongue.

“Alright, let's just get the bullet first, then we-”

I zoned out and stared back at nothing.

“Empeza!” Goose called. 

“Gaivota, do you finally have a friend?”

“Yes, that’s Goose,”

“Let her board!” my mother called.

I heard footsteps, and felt Goose’s touch.

“Hey,” I mumbled, before kissing her on the nose.

She kneeled next to me and I felt the bullet exit my leg.

“Alright, we’re gonna cauterize your leg, alright, Gaivota?”

“Ben, papa,”

He left and got a torch, then had Starborn light it. The injury hurt as he brought the heat source closer, not at all like how Goose did it, but it wasn’t safe for her. 

“Goose,” I croaked, “Can you hold my hand?”

“Sure, Empeza,” she whispered. 

She pulled close and took my hand, and I squeezed, tight. 

“I’m going to scream n-” I started, before the pain increased and I screamed.

Goose rubbed my forehead, and whispered, “You’ll be safe, you’ll be safe,” 

She brushed through my hair with her fingers and her fingers heated to a gentle warmth. Whether on purpose or not, I don’t know, but I liked it all the same.

Eventually, the fire came away from my leg, and my father bandaged it, then gave me a walking stick to use for a while.

I returned to my darling horse, and Goose followed.

“So those were your parents? They seemed… cold. They didn’t even use your name once,”

“In my culture, we… nickname others. I have many, including one from my time in the army when I got stung by a bee and cried for two hours,”

“What?” Goose asked, clearly startled.

“Yeah they called me Tristeza Abella for the rest of the time. Means Bee Sadness, ‘cause the bee died and we had a funeral,”

I took her hand and said, “It was just silly, however,”

I showed her the scar, the result from all the itching, and she touched my shoulder, right where it was.

I mounted Xenebra and had her follow behind Goose and Myata. 

—

Xenebra reared suddenly while we were traveling to the outskirts of town, knocking me off and into a crevice.

My arm cracked, and I tried to scramble out, but couldn’t find a handhold.

Starborn, how high are the walls?

Straight up for about ten feet. Miracle we survived.

“GOOSE!” I called. “Do you have like, twenty feet of rope?”

“No!” I heard Goose call.

“Can you go get some?”

“Probably!” she replied.

She left, and a few minutes later, returned with rope. She threw it down, and Starborn caught it. I started rappelling up and my knee gave out. I fell back, pulling Goose with me.

“Ow,” Goose mumbled. I rubbed her forehead, and I felt a pain in my chest, right on my rib.

“Owowowowowow,” I mumbled.

I heard hissing, and for a moment, I thought we were surrounded by snakes. Then something started talking.

“Ooh. Two little humans, wandering into our territory? Good. Fresh meat,”

Starborn described a bug-like creature that looked like the fae out of picture books. Snow skinned, big-eyed, luminescent wings.

It nipped at my arm, and I unsheathed my sword. 

It hissed, backed away, and I slashed at its leg.

It screamed. Unearthly and vicious.

The creatures all backed away from me, all but one.

Starborn described it as a man with shiny golden skin, black bug wings, big bronze eyes and a beetle’s mandibles.

He walked forward, and grabbed my chin. 

I raised my sword, and he spun me around almost effortlessly as I jabbed forward, hitting one of the bug things.

“Now now, little human,” he crooned, “Drop your little needle. After all, you don’t want to upset the master of the underground, do you?”

I felt my fingers open, and my sword clattered to the floor.

“Good. Good. Now, what brings you down here? Come to sacrifice yourselves?”

“I- I fell,”

His grip tightened. 

“How does an ordinary human fall into here with no intents to meet us? Unless-”

He inhaled deeply and said, “Magic. How I hate the creatures,”

He grabbed my arm and I felt something sharp and wet touch my skin. His tongue.

“Now, go on, little human,” he hissed at Goose. “Say goodbye to your little friend,”

Starborn described Goose looking up at him, and she stared right into his eyes, then hissed, “No,”

She grabbed my sword, and he left me. 

“Well, now, my little servants, what do we do to stubborn humans and their friends?”

A resounding choir of dozens of threats came from the mouths of these bug things. 

When it died down, the human thing said, “Wrong, we make them see as we see,”

Starborn warned me about the creature lunging at me, and I pivoted to the side and tripped him.

He hissed at me and grabbed me, then pressed his finger to my forehead, and it felt like my ears popped as sounds I’d never heard before entered my ears. He touched Starborn’s snout, and Starborn nipped him.

Starborn described him approaching Goose, who’d been forced into an incredibly awkward position by the bug monsters, her arms spread out at her sides and her feet forced to the floor by two of the monsters sitting on her boots.

He touched her forehead, and she screamed and burned him with her fire. He recoiled, and-

I felt the breeze on my face, and heard Goose gasping for breath. I stumbled over to her and hugged her. 

She hugged me back and gasped, “That actually happened. That was… weird,”

“I know,” I replied.

I whistled for Xenebra, who came running. I patted her shoulder, only to realize something was terribly wrong. Her hair felt like it was solid bark, and when I patted her mane, it felt like it was made of leaves. 

“What in the eleven hells?” I muttered. 

Xenebra raised her head, then muttered in my language, “Cando imos ir?”

I yelped, and Starborn told me Xenebra turned her head to look at me with one eye, then lowered herself to look closer to Xenebra. Xenebra’s face was made of loose twigs, underneath, there was hair and leaves, but the outer layer was still bark.

“Podes entenderme? Hurra!”

She licked my face, her tongue still a normal tongue. 

Alright, so her outer layer is patches of black and white bark, and from far away, she still looks like a semi-normal horse. Starborn told me.

Interesting.

Xenebra started running without my command, and I heard Goose’s horse galloping after us, Goose on its back.

“Empeza!” she called. 

I told Xenebra to stop, and she obeyed.

Goose approached, and I had Xenbra approach her, then held her hand and our horses walked back to the market. Xenebra didn’t talk when we hit town.

At least, not until we approached a different stall that sold sugar cubes, and she showed quite a bit of interest, begging me for a sugar cube.

I patted her mane to direct her toward the stall, and dismounted, and bought her and Myata a sugar cube. This merchant was far less pushy, and didn’t pull a firearm on us, so, all around pretty good.

Xenebra ate the sugar cube from my hand, and I gave Goose one to feed Myata.

“Grazas!” Xenebra whinnied.

She trotted through the streets and toward the keep.

We went up the road and Xenebra snorted when we stopped outside the stables. She snapped her head back and bucked, the animated, albeit annoying, personality she’d displayed dissipated.

She whinnied and bucked once more, before finally stopping and saying, “Malo,”

“Que?” I asked.

“Home de comida,”

“Quen?” I asked.

She knickered and hit my nose with her head, and I called for Igor.

She reared, and Igor pulled her down when he exited the stable. With surprising strength, despite his small stature.

She butted him with her snout, and I pulled on her reins, then patted her neck.

Igor looks… wrong. He’s like the golden-skinned creature, but instead gray skinned, and he has colorful and glittery membrane wings. I think he can tell something’s wrong.

“Empeza? Why’s your horse still acting weird?” His voice still sounded normal.

Xenebra lowered her head and bellowed, and I told him to go.

“Alright,”

He left, and Xenebra calmed. I dismounted, and my leg exploded into pain when I hit the ground.

“Xenebra, foise.”

I limped over to the stable, guiding her and Myata into their stalls.

I hand fed Xenebra a handful of oats, and she knickered happily.

“Ata pronto,” I whispered, before pressing my forehead to her snout.

She snorted and walked away, then lay down on the floor and closed her eyes, according to Starborn.

Goose took my arm and said, “If you need to rest, tell me, and we can sit down,”

“Alright,” I replied. She and I walked, and I tired, but forced myself to walk on. Embarrassed, I just shut up and stayed walking, even when my exhaustion and pain got to be too much.

I tripped, and found I could barely stand.

“Goose, I can’t move,” I mumbled.

Goose took my hand and attempted to pull me up, but the difference in size made it near impossible for her.

She ordered Pandolin to go get a medic and he flew away.

Goose squeezed my hand tight and I sniffled, “Hurts,”

“Don’t worry, Empeza, don’t worry,”

She hugged me and I cried into her shirt and I reached for the familiar grip of my sword’s hilt. I wasn’t going to use it, I just felt comforted when it was in my hand.

I heard someone shouting, and I heard my brother shout, “I DEMAND AN AUDIENCE WITH NASILJE!”

“Santi!” I called.

Santi ran over and hugged me, every second step with the thud of his un-oiled prosthetic spring-leg. 

“Empeza!” he called. He hugged me and shook Goose’s hand, then broke to speak to me rapidly in our native language.

He finished with, “-Onde esta Anika?”

“Levarona,” I whimpered.

“No. No,”

He broke off. 

“When’s her trial?”

“I don’t know,”

“The rei está chegando,” he said.

I heard a fellow guard, Artyam's approach.

“Sirrah, please leave,” Artyam said.

“Arty, no. He’s my brother, he just wanted to talk to Nasilje about someone in the dungeons that’s at risk of death,”

“Who?”

I swallowed and scrambled to think of someone whose crime was as severe.

“My wife, Anika. She’s the-”

I cut him off, “She’s the one who killed my husband,”

“SHE WAS FRAMED!” He snapped.

“Framed? How so?” I asked. Starborn told me it was her.

He whispered in my ear, “Someone wanted to hire her to kill him, and she refused. Next thing we heard about the hit, she had a warrant for her arrest because someone said she was the one who killed him,”

“What?” I hissed. 

“Get me to Nasilje, help me clear her name, didn’t you see who killed him?”

I glared at him with my empty eyes and said, “I can’t,” 

“Sorry, forgot. Hi Starborn,”

He scratched underneath Starborn’s chin and Starborn shivered.

Goose helped me to my feet and said, “That’s your brother?”

“Yep,” I sighed. 

He went off in the direction of Nasilje’s audience room and Sascha approached. He lifted me onto a portable cot and he and Goose carried me to the infirmary.

“Bleh, I feel pain,” I mumbled.

“Just wait,” Sascha ordered. 

He set me on a permanent bed, and I closed my eyes, falling asleep.

—

“Will she be alright?”

“We’re keeping her for a few days,”

“No,” I croaked. “My- executions, my parents, my- home- Xenebra’ll throw a fit,”

“Don’t listen, she’s delirious,”

“NO I’M NOT!”

“Have some brandy, you’re in for a long, painful night,”

“Can Goose stay?”

“I have to go back,” she said. “I work tomorrow, after all,”

“Hrmph. Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Goose replied.

She shooed Sascha away, closed the curtains around my bed, and kissed me on the forehead.

“Good night,” she whispered.

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