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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Somewhat Equivocal'
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted tovocab_drabbles and ficlet_zone
Summary: "An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
"Yet another wild goose chase that ended up in nothing," the Doctor grumbled crossly, leading the way back into the TARDIS. "One of these days, you'll ask me to take you on an archaeological investigation, and I simply won't show up."
River sighed, disappointed. "In my defense, dear, the prophecies I read in the Book of the Khelava were somewhat equivocal. An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
He glared at her. "Well, now you know the truth. What you read wasn't a prophecy. It was a recipe for the Khelavan peoples' favorite drink. I certainly hope you're satisfied."
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eleventh Doctor, River Song
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
vocab_drabbles and ficlet_zoneSummary: "An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
"Yet another wild goose chase that ended up in nothing," the Doctor grumbled crossly, leading the way back into the TARDIS. "One of these days, you'll ask me to take you on an archaeological investigation, and I simply won't show up."
River sighed, disappointed. "In my defense, dear, the prophecies I read in the Book of the Khelava were somewhat equivocal. An accurate translation is difficult to come by."
He glared at her. "Well, now you know the truth. What you read wasn't a prophecy. It was a recipe for the Khelavan peoples' favorite drink. I certainly hope you're satisfied."
