A brief insight into Pyanni bards and why you shouldn’t piss them off, inspired by today’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo challenge. See the photo prompt and the other writers’ entries here (click on the blue frog).
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Jaelen stood where the smell of roasting pig overpowered that of rotting fish. As he sang, the clackers on his particolored hat kept time with his lute.
He spotted a well-dressed child, already smiling, silk-festooned mother nearby. His favorite type of child.
Jaelen flared his eyebrows conspiratorially at the child, blowing through his circled thumb and fingers. A bubble appeared, shimmering blue. Jaelen kept blowing, making a colorful tower of floating orbs. Jaelen waved, prodding them into shapes—tree, dog, snake. With a last triumphant gesture, the bubbles popped in a glorious shower.
The child clapped. “Mamma, magic!”
The noblewoman snorted. “Bard- tricks.” Sneering, she dropped a coin into Jaelen’s hand. A very small one.
Jaelen juggled a rough clay ball, singing, “I love a journey, I can’t wait for fall. But the trip to go home is the best trick of all!”
He blew the ball’s powdered remains from his hand, like a kiss, toward the retreating noblewoman.
Stumbling, she fell bottom-and-hands into the mud. She screamed indignantly.
Jaelen smirked. Worth it.