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rainbowfic2012-03-13 09:50 pm
clare_dragonfly) wrote in rainbowfic2012-03-13 09:50 pm
The Fulness of Family
Name: Clare
Story: The Wasteland
Colors: Tyrian Purple 13, children upon children; Heart Gold 10, Where there is love there is life. - Gandhi
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic
Word Count: 386
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: I really expected this to be a lot longer... but this is how it wanted to be. I guess I'm not complaining! Concrit is welcome.
The ceremony was over, and Tira didn’t think she could be happier. She and her spouses ran down the road arm-in-arm—her husband, Alik, on her left arm, and her cousin Sisa on her right arm, and Sisa’s new husband, Nem, on the end. It was clumsy and funny and none of them could stop laughing, even as their friends and family and everyone else in the town cheered and threw flower petals at them, urging them on to their new life.
Home. Home for the four of them. And soon, for their children as well.
—
Tira paused in her hoeing to press her hands against her lower back and stretch. She ached, and she was tired, but it still felt so good. Sisa, over on the next field, saw her standing and waved. Tira waved back. Sisa was only a couple of months pregnant, and her belly was nowhere near as swollen as Tira’s was, but they would both be mothers, and they both continued to work hard.
It was not easy to get food from the land their people had settled. That was, after all, why other people had let them have it. But those people didn’t have a prophet to teach them the value of hard work. They thought work was bad, but Tira and the rest of her town knew how it purified. If their land was soft and gave them good food with no effort at all, they would all be unhappy and unhealthy.
Tira bent back to her work, killing the weeds that threatened to choke their corn. As she dragged the hoe across the ground, she felt her baby kick. She smiled and placed her hand on her belly, sending a silent surge of approval to the child. This child would be strong, and a hard worker, as they all were.
—
Nursing her new baby daughter, Tira felt her eyes grow heavy. As the infant, too, slowly stopped suckling and fell asleep, she nestled down into the blankets and pillows her family had provided her and surrendered to the rest she knew she needed. She was so exhausted that she barely felt her spouses climbing into bed with her—first Sisa, then their husbands on either side, comforting and supporting them. She fell asleep in utter peace.
Story: The Wasteland
Colors: Tyrian Purple 13, children upon children; Heart Gold 10, Where there is love there is life. - Gandhi
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic
Word Count: 386
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Notes: I really expected this to be a lot longer... but this is how it wanted to be. I guess I'm not complaining! Concrit is welcome.
The ceremony was over, and Tira didn’t think she could be happier. She and her spouses ran down the road arm-in-arm—her husband, Alik, on her left arm, and her cousin Sisa on her right arm, and Sisa’s new husband, Nem, on the end. It was clumsy and funny and none of them could stop laughing, even as their friends and family and everyone else in the town cheered and threw flower petals at them, urging them on to their new life.
Home. Home for the four of them. And soon, for their children as well.
—
Tira paused in her hoeing to press her hands against her lower back and stretch. She ached, and she was tired, but it still felt so good. Sisa, over on the next field, saw her standing and waved. Tira waved back. Sisa was only a couple of months pregnant, and her belly was nowhere near as swollen as Tira’s was, but they would both be mothers, and they both continued to work hard.
It was not easy to get food from the land their people had settled. That was, after all, why other people had let them have it. But those people didn’t have a prophet to teach them the value of hard work. They thought work was bad, but Tira and the rest of her town knew how it purified. If their land was soft and gave them good food with no effort at all, they would all be unhappy and unhealthy.
Tira bent back to her work, killing the weeds that threatened to choke their corn. As she dragged the hoe across the ground, she felt her baby kick. She smiled and placed her hand on her belly, sending a silent surge of approval to the child. This child would be strong, and a hard worker, as they all were.
—
Nursing her new baby daughter, Tira felt her eyes grow heavy. As the infant, too, slowly stopped suckling and fell asleep, she nestled down into the blankets and pillows her family had provided her and surrendered to the rest she knew she needed. She was so exhausted that she barely felt her spouses climbing into bed with her—first Sisa, then their husbands on either side, comforting and supporting them. She fell asleep in utter peace.
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