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Aurora #18, Milk Bottle #3, White Cross #8
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Aurora #18 (Obscurity), Milk Bottle #3 (Magic Lantern), White Cross #8 (White Flames)
Styles/Supplies: Eraser, Seed Beads, Frame, Graffiti (Duck Gallery)
Word Count: 993
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Ava finds herself in the strange place.
Notes: Been awhile since we heard from Ava. She is Merrus and Jay's daughter from an AU where they get together. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
She woke up in the woods; she didn’t know where she was.
Ava stood on shaky legs, looking around, down, and up up up. The trees were taller than any she had ever seen before, their trunks as wide around as her house on the coast, their tops lost in mist.
She was not on the coast now. The air smelled of loam and green things, mushrooms and pinecones. The forest was full of birdsong, calls that she could not identify.
How did I come here? The last she remembered was walking along the beach to the tune of the rising sun. Her skin even now was still beaded with surf, mingling with the sweat that sprang out on her forehead against the heavy, humid forest air.
Had someone knocked her out? Had she been drugged? Was she kidnapped? If so, there was no sign of a kidnapper. She was utterly alone. It was like she had taken a step on a beach and ended up in a forest.
But Ava knew a little something about survival, thanks to her mother, so she didn’t panic. She had woken up to what looked like a wide dirt road, and at the end of a wide dirt road was usually civilization of some type. So she decided to follow it and find out where she was.
She had taken only a step onto the road when the trees on the other side suddenly seemed to shudder and belch out several figures, who all ran toward her and surrounded her, each one pointing a sword or a spear at her throat.
They were not human.
For a moment she could only gape, because she had seen only one salkiy in her life, and that was her father. But suddenly there were half a dozen in front of her, none of them with friendly looks on their faces, all of them dressed in strange green robes that fell only to their thighs.
And then they were speaking, yelling, and she could understand them. Their language was also something she had never heard from anyone but herself and her father, on those long, lonely nights when he would teach it to her. Her mother had tried to learn once, but given up very quickly.
“Humans have a difficult time with our language,” her father had said.
“She’s only too impatient to learn it,” she had argued. “Besides, I’m human.”
“And salkiy.” As if that ended the matter.
She’d enjoyed the secret language she shared with no one but her father, but she had never thought it could be put to any practical use. Now she silently thanked him for insisting that she learn it.
Ava held up her hands. “Stop,” she said. “Stop. I am not a threat to you.”
The salkiys fell silent, and one, taller than the rest, stepped forward. “You speak our language. A human.”
“My father is a salkiy,” she said shakily, not certain if that information would help or hurt her. “He taught me.”
Several of the salkiys shook their heads. The tall one looked disgusted. “Half-breeds belong to the humans. What are you doing in our territory?”
“I don’t know,” said Ava. “I woke up here, but I don’t know how I got here.”
The tall salkiy gave a disbelieving snort.
“That’s the truth! I swear it.” Ava wondered if all her survival knowledge would be for naught. Her mother would have fought her way out of this, probably successfully, but Ava didn’t have even a fraction of her skill. She was too much like her father in that.
“A spy,” said one of the other salkiys. He gripped his spear a little more tightly. “A half-breed sent by the humans to discover our weaknesses. We should kill her right here.”
Ava took an involuntary step back. In her father’s stories, the humans and the salkiys were peaceful toward each other. It was an uneasy peace, but peace all the same. Had that changed in the time he had lived on the coast?
“If she is a spy,” said the tall one, “we should take her back to the city and question her. The Araithus will want to know what her mission was.”
The other salkiy looked like he wanted to argue, but he acquiesced to his commander, nodding and falling back into line.
“Walk,” said the tall one, gesturing down the road with his sword. “Don’t try to run.”
I was going that way anyway, Ava thought disdainfully, but she obeyed. She didn’t have any other choice.
As she walked, the trees grew a little smaller, and the air began to smell of that strange scent she associated with her father’s Gifts. Ethestras. Its use gave off a unique scent that wasn’t a scent at all, because only those with Gifts could sense it. And soon she realized the source, as they came upon the first of a line of lanterns along the side of the road, glowing eerily in the forest gloom, flickering white light that was not fire casting shadows off the trees.
Then she rounded a corner and gasped.
The trees fell away, and before her stood a great white arch. The road beneath it turned from dirt to stone, and there were more arches in the distance, and even more distant still, the outline of a building she knew immediately. It featured heavily in her father’s stories. “This is Lenthyn,” she said, turning to her salkiy guards. “You’re taking me to Lenthyn.” How had she ended up at the salkiy’s greatest temple, half a world away from her little beach? A journey of a year or more, taken in the blink of an eye? How was it possible?
The tall salkiy urged her forward, and she stepped beneath the arch, strangely no longer as afraid as she had been. Maybe this Araithus she was to talk to had to the answers, and if so, she wanted to see him as soon as possible.
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Aurora #18 (Obscurity), Milk Bottle #3 (Magic Lantern), White Cross #8 (White Flames)
Styles/Supplies: Eraser, Seed Beads, Frame, Graffiti (Duck Gallery)
Word Count: 993
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Ava finds herself in the strange place.
Notes: Been awhile since we heard from Ava. She is Merrus and Jay's daughter from an AU where they get together. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
She woke up in the woods; she didn’t know where she was.
Ava stood on shaky legs, looking around, down, and up up up. The trees were taller than any she had ever seen before, their trunks as wide around as her house on the coast, their tops lost in mist.
She was not on the coast now. The air smelled of loam and green things, mushrooms and pinecones. The forest was full of birdsong, calls that she could not identify.
How did I come here? The last she remembered was walking along the beach to the tune of the rising sun. Her skin even now was still beaded with surf, mingling with the sweat that sprang out on her forehead against the heavy, humid forest air.
Had someone knocked her out? Had she been drugged? Was she kidnapped? If so, there was no sign of a kidnapper. She was utterly alone. It was like she had taken a step on a beach and ended up in a forest.
But Ava knew a little something about survival, thanks to her mother, so she didn’t panic. She had woken up to what looked like a wide dirt road, and at the end of a wide dirt road was usually civilization of some type. So she decided to follow it and find out where she was.
She had taken only a step onto the road when the trees on the other side suddenly seemed to shudder and belch out several figures, who all ran toward her and surrounded her, each one pointing a sword or a spear at her throat.
They were not human.
For a moment she could only gape, because she had seen only one salkiy in her life, and that was her father. But suddenly there were half a dozen in front of her, none of them with friendly looks on their faces, all of them dressed in strange green robes that fell only to their thighs.
And then they were speaking, yelling, and she could understand them. Their language was also something she had never heard from anyone but herself and her father, on those long, lonely nights when he would teach it to her. Her mother had tried to learn once, but given up very quickly.
“Humans have a difficult time with our language,” her father had said.
“She’s only too impatient to learn it,” she had argued. “Besides, I’m human.”
“And salkiy.” As if that ended the matter.
She’d enjoyed the secret language she shared with no one but her father, but she had never thought it could be put to any practical use. Now she silently thanked him for insisting that she learn it.
Ava held up her hands. “Stop,” she said. “Stop. I am not a threat to you.”
The salkiys fell silent, and one, taller than the rest, stepped forward. “You speak our language. A human.”
“My father is a salkiy,” she said shakily, not certain if that information would help or hurt her. “He taught me.”
Several of the salkiys shook their heads. The tall one looked disgusted. “Half-breeds belong to the humans. What are you doing in our territory?”
“I don’t know,” said Ava. “I woke up here, but I don’t know how I got here.”
The tall salkiy gave a disbelieving snort.
“That’s the truth! I swear it.” Ava wondered if all her survival knowledge would be for naught. Her mother would have fought her way out of this, probably successfully, but Ava didn’t have even a fraction of her skill. She was too much like her father in that.
“A spy,” said one of the other salkiys. He gripped his spear a little more tightly. “A half-breed sent by the humans to discover our weaknesses. We should kill her right here.”
Ava took an involuntary step back. In her father’s stories, the humans and the salkiys were peaceful toward each other. It was an uneasy peace, but peace all the same. Had that changed in the time he had lived on the coast?
“If she is a spy,” said the tall one, “we should take her back to the city and question her. The Araithus will want to know what her mission was.”
The other salkiy looked like he wanted to argue, but he acquiesced to his commander, nodding and falling back into line.
“Walk,” said the tall one, gesturing down the road with his sword. “Don’t try to run.”
I was going that way anyway, Ava thought disdainfully, but she obeyed. She didn’t have any other choice.
As she walked, the trees grew a little smaller, and the air began to smell of that strange scent she associated with her father’s Gifts. Ethestras. Its use gave off a unique scent that wasn’t a scent at all, because only those with Gifts could sense it. And soon she realized the source, as they came upon the first of a line of lanterns along the side of the road, glowing eerily in the forest gloom, flickering white light that was not fire casting shadows off the trees.
Then she rounded a corner and gasped.
The trees fell away, and before her stood a great white arch. The road beneath it turned from dirt to stone, and there were more arches in the distance, and even more distant still, the outline of a building she knew immediately. It featured heavily in her father’s stories. “This is Lenthyn,” she said, turning to her salkiy guards. “You’re taking me to Lenthyn.” How had she ended up at the salkiy’s greatest temple, half a world away from her little beach? A journey of a year or more, taken in the blink of an eye? How was it possible?
The tall salkiy urged her forward, and she stepped beneath the arch, strangely no longer as afraid as she had been. Maybe this Araithus she was to talk to had to the answers, and if so, she wanted to see him as soon as possible.
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