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rainbowfic2012-04-03 11:49 pm
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Lotus #8, Scarlet #1, Daffodil #7
Story: Expanding the Operation
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lotus #8. Drop in the ocean, Scarlet #1. Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them., Daffodil #7. colors everywhere
Supplies and Materials: fabric, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen card FREE SPACE)
Word Count: 830
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz Hantree, Dallu
Warnings: Descriptions of seasickness and its results
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a Lotus color tag, please?
Taz sighed, and counted to ten. It’s not their fault they’re nauseous. All earth-mages are when they get on ships. But it was irritating, and messy, and couldn’t they at least find themselves at the rails before they spewed all over her deck where she might step in it before that corner got cleaned?
It didn’t help that nineteen in twenty of the mages they rescued were earth-mages. This was the sixth time her shoes had gotten fouled this morning alone. We’ll drop them off soon, she repeated to herself, for the umpteenth time. Then my Glory will be clean for two days until we start loadin’ ‘em on again.
She’d volunteered for this job. She’d leapt at the chance. And, to be fair, having to constantly clean up vomit was a small price to pay for being able to get these people out of Sorell’s clutches. It was just one of those little annoyances that made these trips—three so far—hell on earth, as far as she was concerned.
Heh. Maybe this supremely selfless act will guarantee I never find myself in the real thing. Dallu would probably be extremely cross with her for that irreverent thought. The lightning-mage was oddly spiritual, especially given that his people were supposed to be unlettered barbarians.
Then again, people were rarely what they were supposed to be. Half the world thought water-captains were all filthy stinking pirates, for example. Pirate I may be, when I need the funds and see a stupid Bardic ship, or if the Hantrees war with another Clan, but I’m not filthy or stinkin’. On cue, Taz stepped in another puddle of vomit.
“You look ready to kill something,” Dallu commented.
“I am,” she said, through gritted teeth, pulling water from the ocean to rinse off her boots. Again. “I don’t s’pose you could speed our way a bit?”
“Not unless you want more puddles with less time to clean them in,” he replied.
Taz favored him with several very rude words, then sighed. “Here’s hopin’ we get more randoms in the next run,” she said. Here's hopin' we'll get more in general on the next run. The Glory had barely half the refugees he could hold for a two-day trip. Unpleasant as it was, Taz wished there were more.
“Indeed,” Dallu said, playing with a long strand of his hair. “I think we will. The one random in this last group told me he’s been spreading the word among others like him. There aren’t as many of them in the city, but they have much less reason to stay, even the ones born and raised in Feredar.”
“Here’s hopin’,” Taz replied, rather gloomily. “And not just for the mess. It’d be nice to get to talk to more than one or two people in the load, yeah?”
“Yes, I agree,” he said, quietly. “I think we might be able to do more to help if we knew more about what’s going on.”
She gave him a sharp look. “The Lady ain’t gonna move ‘til we hear from King Amassa, you know that, and Grandfather ain’t contributin’ more of our resources to an unofficial war.”
He held up his hands. “I don’t mean war. My people don’t make war, nor do the bards, and as for the air- and metal-mages and their non-mage compatriots, well, it’s impossible to tell what they’ll do. I was just thinking that, if we got a more complete picture, we might be able to get another ship or two doing what we’ve been doing. Or perhaps embassies to some of the other great continental cities, like Asendar. Maybe even Heartwood."
Taz shuddered. "Not Heartwood. The others, sure. But some of the bards first, they can be damn convincin' and help us with the others. As for gettin' a few more ships involved...that mightn't be a bad thing."
"Or at least it would put the other captains in the same mess you are," Dallu said, slyly.
She laughed, thinking of several she would dearly love to see sulky and covered in vomit. "Oh, yes. Yes, it would."
"But first we need to get our hands on some more randoms, who'll be able to talk with us," he reminded her, cutting through her glee.
She made a face at him. "Yes, yes. I know. And we need to get these folk in before we can do that." She sighed.
He took her hand and squeezed it a little. "We're doing good here, estes. No matter how inglorious it is."
She nodded, squeezed back, then pulled away. "I've things to do, and I want you to start readin' the weather for the trip back."
"Of course," he said, sweeping his hair back over his shoulder. "I'll come find you once I have a good fix." He bowed and slipped off, neatly avoiding the not-yet-cleaned puddles.
Taz muttered something rude in his general direction, then sighed. Just a few more hours. Then we'll be clean again.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Lotus #8. Drop in the ocean, Scarlet #1. Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them., Daffodil #7. colors everywhere
Supplies and Materials: fabric, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen card FREE SPACE)
Word Count: 830
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz Hantree, Dallu
Warnings: Descriptions of seasickness and its results
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get a Lotus color tag, please?
Taz sighed, and counted to ten. It’s not their fault they’re nauseous. All earth-mages are when they get on ships. But it was irritating, and messy, and couldn’t they at least find themselves at the rails before they spewed all over her deck where she might step in it before that corner got cleaned?
It didn’t help that nineteen in twenty of the mages they rescued were earth-mages. This was the sixth time her shoes had gotten fouled this morning alone. We’ll drop them off soon, she repeated to herself, for the umpteenth time. Then my Glory will be clean for two days until we start loadin’ ‘em on again.
She’d volunteered for this job. She’d leapt at the chance. And, to be fair, having to constantly clean up vomit was a small price to pay for being able to get these people out of Sorell’s clutches. It was just one of those little annoyances that made these trips—three so far—hell on earth, as far as she was concerned.
Heh. Maybe this supremely selfless act will guarantee I never find myself in the real thing. Dallu would probably be extremely cross with her for that irreverent thought. The lightning-mage was oddly spiritual, especially given that his people were supposed to be unlettered barbarians.
Then again, people were rarely what they were supposed to be. Half the world thought water-captains were all filthy stinking pirates, for example. Pirate I may be, when I need the funds and see a stupid Bardic ship, or if the Hantrees war with another Clan, but I’m not filthy or stinkin’. On cue, Taz stepped in another puddle of vomit.
“You look ready to kill something,” Dallu commented.
“I am,” she said, through gritted teeth, pulling water from the ocean to rinse off her boots. Again. “I don’t s’pose you could speed our way a bit?”
“Not unless you want more puddles with less time to clean them in,” he replied.
Taz favored him with several very rude words, then sighed. “Here’s hopin’ we get more randoms in the next run,” she said. Here's hopin' we'll get more in general on the next run. The Glory had barely half the refugees he could hold for a two-day trip. Unpleasant as it was, Taz wished there were more.
“Indeed,” Dallu said, playing with a long strand of his hair. “I think we will. The one random in this last group told me he’s been spreading the word among others like him. There aren’t as many of them in the city, but they have much less reason to stay, even the ones born and raised in Feredar.”
“Here’s hopin’,” Taz replied, rather gloomily. “And not just for the mess. It’d be nice to get to talk to more than one or two people in the load, yeah?”
“Yes, I agree,” he said, quietly. “I think we might be able to do more to help if we knew more about what’s going on.”
She gave him a sharp look. “The Lady ain’t gonna move ‘til we hear from King Amassa, you know that, and Grandfather ain’t contributin’ more of our resources to an unofficial war.”
He held up his hands. “I don’t mean war. My people don’t make war, nor do the bards, and as for the air- and metal-mages and their non-mage compatriots, well, it’s impossible to tell what they’ll do. I was just thinking that, if we got a more complete picture, we might be able to get another ship or two doing what we’ve been doing. Or perhaps embassies to some of the other great continental cities, like Asendar. Maybe even Heartwood."
Taz shuddered. "Not Heartwood. The others, sure. But some of the bards first, they can be damn convincin' and help us with the others. As for gettin' a few more ships involved...that mightn't be a bad thing."
"Or at least it would put the other captains in the same mess you are," Dallu said, slyly.
She laughed, thinking of several she would dearly love to see sulky and covered in vomit. "Oh, yes. Yes, it would."
"But first we need to get our hands on some more randoms, who'll be able to talk with us," he reminded her, cutting through her glee.
She made a face at him. "Yes, yes. I know. And we need to get these folk in before we can do that." She sighed.
He took her hand and squeezed it a little. "We're doing good here, estes. No matter how inglorious it is."
She nodded, squeezed back, then pulled away. "I've things to do, and I want you to start readin' the weather for the trip back."
"Of course," he said, sweeping his hair back over his shoulder. "I'll come find you once I have a good fix." He bowed and slipped off, neatly avoiding the not-yet-cleaned puddles.
Taz muttered something rude in his general direction, then sighed. Just a few more hours. Then we'll be clean again.
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Thank you!
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What are randoms? I'm guessing from context that they have some kind of skill with languages.
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Thank you ^^
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