shadowsong26 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shadowsong26) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2015-03-10 07:43 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-03-10 07:43 pm
French Grey #6, Clean Again #2, Dandelion Yellow #2
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Hearth at Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #6. Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms., Clean Again #2. Full and Strong, Dandelion Yellow #2. locals
Supplies and Materials: photography, seed beads, glitter, glue ("Rest assured that your choices are being supported by the cosmos, so be bold and reach out to help someone else. In this manner, you can be an energetic conduit, receiving blessings and then, in turn, passing them along to those who could use a little magic, too.")
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lif Hantree
Warnings: Brief reference to prostitution, some brief discussion of the downsides to the Islanders' Clan system.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Lif is Taz and Kes's younger sister.
Not all Islanders go to the ships.
Well, those of us who ain’t water-mages, anyway. All of them are stuck, whether they want to be or not. A water-mage who fails to join a crew is something suspicious. Lucky for my sister, the sea pulled her enough that she wouldn’t’ve wanted to resist, even if she could.
And, of course, Kes followed her. Kes always followed Taz, long as I can remember.
As for me…
See, I’m Unthreaded, like Kes and Papa, but, unlike them, I never felt that pull. Not for the sea, not for my sister, not for anything. I never wanted to sail away. And, sure, if I did, I could probably do well--just look at my sisters--but it wasn’t ever what I wanted. And that’s fine, ‘cause I’m not a water-mage, I got options. And, sure, they ain’t flashy like sailing, and I’m never gonna be a hero or a leader or a legend like my sisters, but not everyone needs that. Not everyone needs to be a story shouted from the rooftops for everyone to hear.
Me, I’m drawn to more solid things. And, yeah, I’m an air-mage, so you might think it strange, but it makes sense to me. I’m born and bred of my Islands, and half the time people don’t want me to be, so why the hell would I want to leave? This is my home, this is where I belong. This is bred into my bones. This world, including everything about it that doesn’t come from the sea--our flowers, our bright colors, all our shapes and patterns, teals and tropical pinks. And movement, I like to move.
So, I became a dancer--and, no, that ain’t a euphemism, though I do that too, from time to time. I like to feel the sand between my toes and kick it into the air, swirling it around in a blaze of color and light and life. I like to know I’m a part of the wind and the sun and the sand and the sea. I like it when people watch me, and like what they see. I like knowing that none of the other dancers are air-mages, so I can do things no one else can. And I like knowing that everyone who sees me, or most everyone, is one of my people. I like knowing that, when I move, when I kick the sand into the air and swirl through it, I’m marking that air for my people, for my Clan. I like knowing that, even if I’m different, I’m a part of them.
Not all Islanders go to the ships, ‘cause you can’t build a people just on trading and raiding. Someone has to make the ships and weapons, and maintain the harbors and supplies, and keep the kids back home from getting into too much trouble while their parents are away. Someone has to weave, and someone has to build, and someone has to keep our traditions. So I dance, and I tell stories, and I leave the making of the new ones to my sisters. And between the three of us--Taz the blazing comet, Kes the steady sun, and me, the hearth at home--we keep the Islands going, strong and bold, full of flowers and colors, shapes and patterns, teals and tropical pinks.
Between the three of us, my sisters and me, we keep the Islands bright.
Story: The Hearth at Home
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #6. Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms., Clean Again #2. Full and Strong, Dandelion Yellow #2. locals
Supplies and Materials: photography, seed beads, glitter, glue ("Rest assured that your choices are being supported by the cosmos, so be bold and reach out to help someone else. In this manner, you can be an energetic conduit, receiving blessings and then, in turn, passing them along to those who could use a little magic, too.")
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lif Hantree
Warnings: Brief reference to prostitution, some brief discussion of the downsides to the Islanders' Clan system.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Lif is Taz and Kes's younger sister.
Not all Islanders go to the ships.
Well, those of us who ain’t water-mages, anyway. All of them are stuck, whether they want to be or not. A water-mage who fails to join a crew is something suspicious. Lucky for my sister, the sea pulled her enough that she wouldn’t’ve wanted to resist, even if she could.
And, of course, Kes followed her. Kes always followed Taz, long as I can remember.
As for me…
See, I’m Unthreaded, like Kes and Papa, but, unlike them, I never felt that pull. Not for the sea, not for my sister, not for anything. I never wanted to sail away. And, sure, if I did, I could probably do well--just look at my sisters--but it wasn’t ever what I wanted. And that’s fine, ‘cause I’m not a water-mage, I got options. And, sure, they ain’t flashy like sailing, and I’m never gonna be a hero or a leader or a legend like my sisters, but not everyone needs that. Not everyone needs to be a story shouted from the rooftops for everyone to hear.
Me, I’m drawn to more solid things. And, yeah, I’m an air-mage, so you might think it strange, but it makes sense to me. I’m born and bred of my Islands, and half the time people don’t want me to be, so why the hell would I want to leave? This is my home, this is where I belong. This is bred into my bones. This world, including everything about it that doesn’t come from the sea--our flowers, our bright colors, all our shapes and patterns, teals and tropical pinks. And movement, I like to move.
So, I became a dancer--and, no, that ain’t a euphemism, though I do that too, from time to time. I like to feel the sand between my toes and kick it into the air, swirling it around in a blaze of color and light and life. I like to know I’m a part of the wind and the sun and the sand and the sea. I like it when people watch me, and like what they see. I like knowing that none of the other dancers are air-mages, so I can do things no one else can. And I like knowing that everyone who sees me, or most everyone, is one of my people. I like knowing that, when I move, when I kick the sand into the air and swirl through it, I’m marking that air for my people, for my Clan. I like knowing that, even if I’m different, I’m a part of them.
Not all Islanders go to the ships, ‘cause you can’t build a people just on trading and raiding. Someone has to make the ships and weapons, and maintain the harbors and supplies, and keep the kids back home from getting into too much trouble while their parents are away. Someone has to weave, and someone has to build, and someone has to keep our traditions. So I dance, and I tell stories, and I leave the making of the new ones to my sisters. And between the three of us--Taz the blazing comet, Kes the steady sun, and me, the hearth at home--we keep the Islands going, strong and bold, full of flowers and colors, shapes and patterns, teals and tropical pinks.
Between the three of us, my sisters and me, we keep the Islands bright.
no subject
no subject
I don't know a lot about Lif, but it's nice to hear from her once in a while ^^
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I really do have kind of uneven worldbuilding in parts of Feredar, so this was nice to play with for that reason, too ^^