Prompt - Ice cream
Name - Illiyara
Gender - Female
Race - Teifling
Favorite flavor of ice cream - Celery
The sharp smell of cold hits my nose, and the cup of orange juice in my hands warms me.
I wander up to the front desk and the frost spirit raises its hand to acknowledge me as I enter. Veridian orbs of fire watch my every move as I browse for what flavor I want.
Celery, nice and cool. Leaves a relatively chaotic taste when combined with steaming orange juice.
I order and just like any other time I order celery ice cream with steaming orange juice I get a semi-disappointed look and a semi-angry look. Or just celery ice cream in general.
My whispy pinkish-red hair curls around my face when I take the cup of ice cream with my ash-colored hands.
I pay for my creamy treat and then begin to walk around the empty streets with my tails flicking about the street.
My honeycomb eyes flicker this way and that trying to spot any inconsistencies in the foliage.
Candlelight flows from my markings and flow all over my body and onto the empty street through the night.
"Illiyara!"
A reddish-brown wyvvern crashes into my back and sends me stumbling forward, and I nearly drop my food to the ground.
"I thought I would get you to drop that awful food this time."
The wyvvern's body shifts and cracks until a humanoid thing stood in its place.
Glazed chocolate eyes stare in my general direction. Scales line his arms and short dirty blonde hair shimmers in the afternoon sunlight.
"Well you failed Aro."
"Clearly."
His hands push out and search for me, I grab one of his hands with one of my tails and begin walking towards home.
I pull him along until we reach an old church. Carvings of when this church was built and what these people believed lay in carvings along the framework.
Near the top of the entrance a broken stained glass window rested with a variety of muted colors.
I race up the marble steps with Aro in tow.
"Wanna go ring the bells?"
"Not really."
"Bummer, I'm... gonna do it anyways."
I let go of his hand and race up some nearby cherrywood steps 'till I reach the iron bells at the top. There lays the control panel, with more iron keys.
"Time to burn myself!"
YOU ARE READING
Short stories from my creative writing class
De TodoJust an assortment of the things that I have written. Will update every week with about 3 new short stories. This will last between my high school years I may not post the full version of some of the prompts due to some being photos
