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Angel Cake #9, Famous #24
Name: Greenling
Story: Hey wow it's Lordsverse
Colors: Angel Cake #9 (Salvation), Famous #24 (I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you)
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Image), Brush (jinni), Fingerpainting (first person, style)
Word Count: 809
Rating: G-ish
Warnings: Somebody gets injured but no huge deal.
Summary: Intro snippets to two side things, one set I'm-not-sure-when on the lost Northern continent of Not Australia, and another right before the Blossom War with the first Foxchild (that thing Mist is).
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
There was a proverb that ran through my head when the girl fell from the sky, one of Padre Nolani's, that adaptation is the great strength of the human species, whether adaptation of self to surroundings or of surroundings to self. It was not what I would have expected to be thinking. In truth I'm not certain when or where I heard it, Padre Nolani being one to come up with such things off the cuff when tipsy and further to find excuses pursuant to that state. Perhaps homesickness had got the best of me out in the cold, rocky scrub; perhaps it meant something.
Either way, I watched her fall like a babe watching the rain fall, eyes wide; it was only upon her landing with a great cracking splash into the oasis that my feet caught up with my eyes and got to work. I ran with full pack over a hundred yards of loose rock faster than I have before or since, and thank God. The oasis in that place is shallow. When I arrived she was sputtering and struggling at the surface, a mess of froth and heavy limbs, but she was alive somehow. I slid my pack down overcareful and tossed myself at the water.
She may have been caused some pain getting her, as there was not much to do about gentleness. Several bones were broken, some clearly jutting out of her skin, and her breathing was labored even out of the water. I did what I could. There was not much hope getting her clothing around the breaks in her arms and legs, so I had to cut some of it, and then it was touch and go for a while as she struggled to breathe and I struggled to recall how to set a break clean. After a minute she seemed to have the thought to try rolling over to her uninjured side, which seemed to help her breathing, though it helped my setting very little and her cough was tinged with blood. I believe I began humming the Carmina under my breath at that point. It was hard to focus on much but the job ahead.
Somehow it all came together. As soon as she was bound I fished something out of the oasis cache to put under her tongue for the pain. We spent the next evening there, in the shadows of the great stones.
*
Deep red and soft green glowlights shone from stone pillars along the hallway, casting strange muddy light across the floor. Veils hadn't expected a library to be mostly pillars and back entrances; maybe more books, for one. The faculty book room had been small and, well, full of pillars. Some of those pillars had been full of books, mostly the sort that had to be kept behind heavy, layered doors of etched glass. Once when he was younger, he'd gotten the idea just to touch an etched-glass panel, and the feedback had been enough to put him flat on his back. He hadn't felt stupid enough to try that again, no matter what might be behind those little doors or what price it might bring. Certainly not in a place so filled with energy even an unschooled mountaindweller like him could feel it.
Whatever he was, he could pass for a student well enough to get back into the stairwells without anyone questioning him or the huge tome under his arm. And whatever it was, locked up in the deepest parts of the library past guards both well-armed and well-disguised, not just shut behind glass doors but encased in a puzzle-box of silvered glass despite no signs of magic on it, was none of his business. The sooner he could get out of there, the sooner he could sleep in his own bed.
Veils tried not to wonder what would go wrong. Things had gone too smoothly. Something could have been following him, some protective spirit, or a particularly proficient guard maybe. Could have. Paranoia made you make mistakes just as easily as carelessness sometimes. If he did his job- well. He stepped quietly down the stone stairs in the back that led to the staff closets and all the little machines that kept the building clean, cool, and dry. The hallway hummed in three distinct background tones. Before he knew it he was out into the alley beyond.
He looked around, left, right, and up, then tossed his hood back and wiped the sweat off his brow. Just a few more steps. Toss the clothes he'd stolen, light up onto the rooftops to get at the stuff he'd brought to hide the book, and find a ride out of town, that was all.
Something skittered and yelped from a pile of trash in a corner, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Story: Hey wow it's Lordsverse
Colors: Angel Cake #9 (Salvation), Famous #24 (I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you)
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Image), Brush (jinni), Fingerpainting (first person, style)
Word Count: 809
Rating: G-ish
Warnings: Somebody gets injured but no huge deal.
Summary: Intro snippets to two side things, one set I'm-not-sure-when on the lost Northern continent of Not Australia, and another right before the Blossom War with the first Foxchild (that thing Mist is).
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
There was a proverb that ran through my head when the girl fell from the sky, one of Padre Nolani's, that adaptation is the great strength of the human species, whether adaptation of self to surroundings or of surroundings to self. It was not what I would have expected to be thinking. In truth I'm not certain when or where I heard it, Padre Nolani being one to come up with such things off the cuff when tipsy and further to find excuses pursuant to that state. Perhaps homesickness had got the best of me out in the cold, rocky scrub; perhaps it meant something.
Either way, I watched her fall like a babe watching the rain fall, eyes wide; it was only upon her landing with a great cracking splash into the oasis that my feet caught up with my eyes and got to work. I ran with full pack over a hundred yards of loose rock faster than I have before or since, and thank God. The oasis in that place is shallow. When I arrived she was sputtering and struggling at the surface, a mess of froth and heavy limbs, but she was alive somehow. I slid my pack down overcareful and tossed myself at the water.
She may have been caused some pain getting her, as there was not much to do about gentleness. Several bones were broken, some clearly jutting out of her skin, and her breathing was labored even out of the water. I did what I could. There was not much hope getting her clothing around the breaks in her arms and legs, so I had to cut some of it, and then it was touch and go for a while as she struggled to breathe and I struggled to recall how to set a break clean. After a minute she seemed to have the thought to try rolling over to her uninjured side, which seemed to help her breathing, though it helped my setting very little and her cough was tinged with blood. I believe I began humming the Carmina under my breath at that point. It was hard to focus on much but the job ahead.
Somehow it all came together. As soon as she was bound I fished something out of the oasis cache to put under her tongue for the pain. We spent the next evening there, in the shadows of the great stones.
*
Deep red and soft green glowlights shone from stone pillars along the hallway, casting strange muddy light across the floor. Veils hadn't expected a library to be mostly pillars and back entrances; maybe more books, for one. The faculty book room had been small and, well, full of pillars. Some of those pillars had been full of books, mostly the sort that had to be kept behind heavy, layered doors of etched glass. Once when he was younger, he'd gotten the idea just to touch an etched-glass panel, and the feedback had been enough to put him flat on his back. He hadn't felt stupid enough to try that again, no matter what might be behind those little doors or what price it might bring. Certainly not in a place so filled with energy even an unschooled mountaindweller like him could feel it.
Whatever he was, he could pass for a student well enough to get back into the stairwells without anyone questioning him or the huge tome under his arm. And whatever it was, locked up in the deepest parts of the library past guards both well-armed and well-disguised, not just shut behind glass doors but encased in a puzzle-box of silvered glass despite no signs of magic on it, was none of his business. The sooner he could get out of there, the sooner he could sleep in his own bed.
Veils tried not to wonder what would go wrong. Things had gone too smoothly. Something could have been following him, some protective spirit, or a particularly proficient guard maybe. Could have. Paranoia made you make mistakes just as easily as carelessness sometimes. If he did his job- well. He stepped quietly down the stone stairs in the back that led to the staff closets and all the little machines that kept the building clean, cool, and dry. The hallway hummed in three distinct background tones. Before he knew it he was out into the alley beyond.
He looked around, left, right, and up, then tossed his hood back and wiped the sweat off his brow. Just a few more steps. Toss the clothes he'd stolen, light up onto the rooftops to get at the stuff he'd brought to hide the book, and find a ride out of town, that was all.
Something skittered and yelped from a pile of trash in a corner, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
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And the second one was also fun. I like the atmosphere of it.
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Thank you for reading!
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Methinks you have a typo here: She may have been caused some pain getting...
But, that's OK. The first three editions of LotR ran with typos, you know :X.
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I did not know that! I'm not sure if that's actually bad grammar, the sentence is that clunky. The sense is "she may have been injured more getting her out of there" and I couldn't figure out how to do that in the narrator's voice.
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Thanks for reading!