The Tuesday Writeblr Review
“What's the plan? Trap Ifrit in an ice prison?” Belias sarcasm came through loud and clear.
“Better than plastic,” Seth joked, though only Tundra got the reference.
“Got it in one,” Tundra replied, enjoying the look of surprise this elicited. “If we can isolate him from the rest of his army, we can take him out without smart asses jumping in.” He looked at Seth as he said the last part.
“Someone's pissed I took him out,” Seth replied, making a cutting gesture at his throat.
“You got lucky.”
Seth laughed, “Someone should around here.”
Tundra glanced at Nyima, who was in conversation with the two Goddesses. “Who's to say I haven't?” he replied to Seth, looking smug.
“You won't ever again if you keep talking about her like that.” Date was glaring at Tundra when he turned around.
“It's harmless,” he excused, shrugging.
“If it were harmless, you wouldn't check to see if Nyima could hear.”
Caught out, Tundra had to admit he'd been bragging for stupid reasons. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Someone broke into the War Room and stole Nyima's drawings,” he replied, voice a little louder than usual.
“What is this?” Myto strode over, with Adnu and Nyima bringing up the rear. “We have a spy?”
Date bowed and made to speak.
“Try not to announce it to the whole city,” Tundra said, cutting him off before he could kowtow. “Someone stole your chicken scratch,” he added to Nyima, trying to keep a straight face.
She rolled her eyes.
“Yrdan?” Seth suggested. He jerked his thumb at the sparring groups.
“Why not accuse the King of the dzoavits?” Adnu said, raising an eyebrow.
“If I wanted to kill you all, I'd just poison your stew,” Belias snapped, folding his lower arms and gesturing with the upper. “I've had plenty of opportunity. I wouldn't stoop to stealing sketches.”
“They are every plan we've had,” Nyima pointed out. The groups nearest slowed their efforts, visible in their eavesdropping. “We should continue this inside. Someone collect the others.”
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