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rainbowfic2013-05-17 11:39 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-05-17 11:39 pm
Sherry #13, Flame #12, Ember #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Don't Look Back
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #13. I'd brush the summer by / With half a smile and half a spurn, Flame #12. Flame Eternal, Ember #6. spark
Supplies and Materials: miniature, brush (litmus test), acrylic, oils, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card G4 "traveling"), glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke, Mel
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"Do you miss it?"
Riluke paused, a little surprised at Mel's question. "Did you?"
He touched his collar lightly. "Every day. Even before..."
She nodded, and turned away to think about it. She closed her eyes and breathed, imagining the desert wind tearing across her face, the smooth glass under her feet, the fresh relief of cool water and bright flowers in the palace garden, the taste of sweet dates and sharp mint and tangy lemon, of spiced meat in bite-sized pieces, so rare it practically melted on her tongue, and all that was left was the spice.
"Every day."
Story: Don't Look Back
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Sherry #13. I'd brush the summer by / With half a smile and half a spurn, Flame #12. Flame Eternal, Ember #6. spark
Supplies and Materials: miniature, brush (litmus test), acrylic, oils, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card G4 "traveling"), glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke, Mel
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"Do you miss it?"
Riluke paused, a little surprised at Mel's question. "Did you?"
He touched his collar lightly. "Every day. Even before..."
She nodded, and turned away to think about it. She closed her eyes and breathed, imagining the desert wind tearing across her face, the smooth glass under her feet, the fresh relief of cool water and bright flowers in the palace garden, the taste of sweet dates and sharp mint and tangy lemon, of spiced meat in bite-sized pieces, so rare it practically melted on her tongue, and all that was left was the spice.
"Every day."
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But, for a second it is there.
Almost like a mirage.
Very well-played! Thank you for posting!
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I feel like homesickness is really sensory, and was trying to get that across. ^^ Glad it worked.
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