Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
Cheers, laughter, and shouts filled the air of the streets, muffled by the walls of the tavern. Clapping and music could be heard playing within, what sounded like a flute. At least, the noises were muffled until the door was pushed open and light spilled out onto the dirt road, bringing the enthusiastic air with it.
“You call this a fancy restaurant?”
Dominer chuckled as he waved his hand forward with a bow for the lady to enter before him. “On the contrary, my dear, it is.”
“It’s a tavern, a rather rowdy one at that. They look as if they have had one too many pints of mead.”
He chuckled again as she walked into the tavern and he followed, letting the door close behind them and amplify the sound of the cheering crowd. Women and men alike had their pints raised as they cheered and sang to the music of the flute.
“How is this fancy?”
“I’ll have you know that the King and Queen themselves have visited and dined within this tavern, so I must say it has earned its credits as fancy, Anise.”
She rolled her evergreen eyes and he motioned towards an empty table towards the back of the tavern. It at least had some privacy and calmness compared to the bar and tables around it where they were likely getting drunk off their Elven behinds. Pretty soon it looked as if they were going to forget they were elves at all and start exclaiming about their sudden pointed ears.
Dominer graciously pulled out a chair for her and again waved his hand in a bow for her to be seated, ever the gentlemen. If not a little over the top.
“Thank you,” she said as she took her seat and allowed her chair to be pushed in.
He took his seat across for her and waved towards one of the lingering bar maids, who then came bustling over to take their orders and leave them each a pint of mead as well, much to their protests. The maid winked at the two of them before exclaiming it was on the house and giggling as she left.
“Oh, why must they all be like that?”
He chuckled. “Because they know who I am, my dear. Any chance of a glimpse of the Elven Captain and his lady and it’s all flowers and mead.”
“It’s rather irritating,” she huffed, setting her elbows on the table with an annoyed sigh and letting her chin rest in them.
“And that is rather unladylike.”
Anise gave her courtier a deadpan look. “Oh? You know what you signed up for falling for the thief caught trying to steal a loaf of bread and a horse.”
“Ay, that I did. And I wouldn’t trade it.”
“Then you know I am no lady. I will rightly put any threat or bully on their backs in two seconds flat. I didn’t survive and avoid capture this long without having some talent.”
Dominer smiled. “And that, my dear, is why I like you. Pity the Guard doesn’t let woman into their ranks.”
“You sure you want that?” she teased with a grin. “I’d be running you out of a Captain position.”
He feigned being hurt, his hand going over his heart, making Anise’s musical laughter fill this ears and his heart. As far as he was concerned, she had one of the best singing voices among all the elves in Weylaen. Whether she grew up poor and turned to thievery to survive or not, her voice was magical.
Anise broke off what she was going to say as her eyes caught on an elf lumbering towards them, swaying and hiccupping along to the song as he stumbled up to their table. He nearly sloshed mead over their countertop as he came to a stop and Anise wrinkled her nose at the stench of it on him. This one was more than drunk off his Elven behind.
“Might I…” Hiccup. “Have a…dance with the…fine little…lady?” He smiled to her and held his free hand out. His words had slurred so much together that she hardly understood what he said, but she scowled up at him.
“No, you may not.” Her voice was clipped.
He frowned at that. “Now come on, lassy. It just…one dance. You’ve got the hips to…sway” His grin turned a bit lustful and Dominer was up before Anise could make a single hotheaded move.
“Alright that’s enough,” he interrupted sternly. He placed on hand on the drunken elf’s chest and began to push him back from their table, his other hand resting on the jeweled pommel of his sword around his hip. “The lady said she did not wish to dance. Run along and go find yourself a guest room to crash within.”
“Now, don’t be–”
“Go on,” he interrupted. “Ye don’t want to cross with the Elven Guard Captain, do ya?”
The elf’s eyes traveled down to the sword, then up to the crest sewn into his shirt and finally understood. He gave a bobble head nod and turned to stumble away after bowing an apology to the lady, nearly falling onto his face as he did so and splashing mead onto the floor.
Dominer watched him wander back to the bar where he flopped down into a seat before returning to his own seat. He looked at Anise. “You can take your hand off that knife I know you carry hidden on your person.”
She cut her gaze back to him. “Force of habit.”
“I know,” he said softly, “but as long as you are my Elven lady, not one shall lay a finger on you. You need not fend for just yourself anymore.”
Anise gave a soft smile and looked back towards the bar as an uproar of clapping and more cheers started up. Standing atop the long counter was now an Elven woman tossing her skirts and dancing around. Her cheeks were flushed from alcohol no doubt, beaming stupidly down at the crowd of men and woman. She even went as far as bending down to show her voluptuous bosom as she trailed the piece of lace she pulled from her hair across a man’s face before slipping and toppling off into the men’s arms.
“If this is your real definition of a fancy restaurant, then the Academy has failed you in its upbringing and teachings of how to woe a lady,” she muttered with a shake of her head.
Dominer just laughed, his golden eyes twinkling as the bar maid finally came with their meals.
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