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Entry tags:
- author: shadowsong26 supreme whumpmaster,
- color: crane white,
- color: ember,
- color: fire opal,
- story: feredar,
- style: bichromatic,
- style: paint-by-numbers,
- supply: acrylic,
- supply: beading wire,
- supply: brush,
- supply: chalk,
- supply: charcoal,
- supply: eraser,
- supply: fabric,
- supply: glitter,
- supply: glue,
- supply: novelty beads,
- supply: pastels,
- supply: watercolors,
- supply: yarn
Crane White #13, Fire Opal #8, Ember #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Retrieval
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #13. Green your grave will rise (Tana will see them all dead.), Fire Opal #8. Zealot/Zealous, Ember #11. Fire
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kat), eraser (incest AU), brush (umbrage), acrylic, watercolors, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O4 "storm"), chalk, novelty beads, yarn, beading wire, glitter ("Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.." – Martin Luther King Jr.), glue ("Listen carefully to what's being said and then give yourself plenty of time to roll the potential around in your mind.")
Word Count: 274
Rating: R
Characters: Tana, Keta
Warnings: Tana, planned arson, background planned murder of an infant.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 1002 FY, and follows on the events described in these three pieces.
Tana stood on a hill overlooking the small port. "You're certain he's there?"
"I'm very good at what I do, sister," Keta answered mildly. "I haven't seen him personally, so there is an outside chance that I'm wrong, but it's a very small one."
She nodded. "I want to set fire to it when we leave," she announced. "Before we go restore Sorell to his rightful place."
She felt, rather than heard her sister sigh. "Burning the town won't do any good, and will delay us and make it likelier that--"
"They have to pay, Keta," Tana cut her off. "For taking my son from me. And for fighting against us in the war."
Keta was silent for a long moment. "He's in a clinic, being tended by the Mayor's wife," she finally said. "I should retrieve him. You may be recognized."
Tana had a knife out and at her sister's throat faster than blinking. "I love you, sister," she said, though it was almost a lie, "but I don't care how much you've done for us. No one takes my son from me. Not even you."
Her older sister remained still and calm, not reacting outwardly to the threat. "I was concerned for our continued liberty. You draw attention, and your face may be known."
"Shut up," Tana said, as even as she could, but she put her knife away. "We're going in together and that's final."
Keta bowed her head. "Very well."
Tana pressed on ahead, down the hill into Lester, looking only forward to her son and regaining her lost glory.
She never saw her sister's horror.
Story: Retrieval
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Crane White #13. Green your grave will rise (Tana will see them all dead.), Fire Opal #8. Zealot/Zealous, Ember #11. Fire
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, paint-by-numbers (from Kat), eraser (incest AU), brush (umbrage), acrylic, watercolors, fabric, charcoal, pastels (my current gen + romance card O4 "storm"), chalk, novelty beads, yarn, beading wire, glitter ("Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.." – Martin Luther King Jr.), glue ("Listen carefully to what's being said and then give yourself plenty of time to roll the potential around in your mind.")
Word Count: 274
Rating: R
Characters: Tana, Keta
Warnings: Tana, planned arson, background planned murder of an infant.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 1002 FY, and follows on the events described in these three pieces.
Tana stood on a hill overlooking the small port. "You're certain he's there?"
"I'm very good at what I do, sister," Keta answered mildly. "I haven't seen him personally, so there is an outside chance that I'm wrong, but it's a very small one."
She nodded. "I want to set fire to it when we leave," she announced. "Before we go restore Sorell to his rightful place."
She felt, rather than heard her sister sigh. "Burning the town won't do any good, and will delay us and make it likelier that--"
"They have to pay, Keta," Tana cut her off. "For taking my son from me. And for fighting against us in the war."
Keta was silent for a long moment. "He's in a clinic, being tended by the Mayor's wife," she finally said. "I should retrieve him. You may be recognized."
Tana had a knife out and at her sister's throat faster than blinking. "I love you, sister," she said, though it was almost a lie, "but I don't care how much you've done for us. No one takes my son from me. Not even you."
Her older sister remained still and calm, not reacting outwardly to the threat. "I was concerned for our continued liberty. You draw attention, and your face may be known."
"Shut up," Tana said, as even as she could, but she put her knife away. "We're going in together and that's final."
Keta bowed her head. "Very well."
Tana pressed on ahead, down the hill into Lester, looking only forward to her son and regaining her lost glory.
She never saw her sister's horror.
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Yyyyyeah. Keta's just realizing exactly how unstable her baby sister is. She's not sure exactly what to do, she's about to do a hell of a lot of improvising.
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She's starting to realize that, yeah.