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rainbowfic2015-12-18 09:13 pm
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Blue Opal #3, Tuscan Red #12, Jade #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Balance
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Blue Opal #3. Stable, Tuscan Red #12. Patti chiari, amicizia lunga./Clear agreements make for good friends., Jade #12. Riches and honours are floating clouds/Look down, look up, the years flow on, twenty springs have passed
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 5: "Rest in reason; move in passion.” — Khalil Gibran), bichromatic, retouch, miniature collection, pastels (my current gen + romance card G3 "multiple personalities")
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Kes, Dallu
Warnings: Don't think so.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz was always the wild one.
She dreamed big, eyes always on the horizon. And maybe it was luck, or maybe it was that indomitable passion at her core, but everything she touched turned to gold. She rose quickly to fame and fortune, gaining the (sometimes grudging) admiration of her peers, the respect of her subordinates, and the praise of her superiors. She demanded no less, but she earned it.
She was the best of the best, and knew it. Nothing stood in her way--after all, even the proudest stone weathers when the sea pounds with all her might.
Kes was always the steady one.
Oh, she dreamed, too; of fortune and glory and all that her sister won so quickly. But she took careful steps to get where she wanted to be, moving forward only when everything was positioned exactly so, endeavoring always to use no more force than was absolutely necessary.
She was a quieter glory, perhaps, but just as unstoppable in her way. Because, in the end, if the wind at your back blows too hard, it will shatter your ship to pieces--but if you learn to tame it, the wind will let you fly.
Dallu somehow kept the balance between them.
He had few ambitions for himself, but threw everything he had behind those of his lover and her sister. He, better than Kes, could get through to Taz when she was pushing too hard without realizing it. And he, better than Taz, could nudge Kes forward when she hesitated just a breath too long.
He and his lightning hovered between the sea and the sky, as wild and powerful as the one, with all the elegant precision of the other--more than enough to light the way for wind and sea to conquer.
Story: Balance
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Blue Opal #3. Stable, Tuscan Red #12. Patti chiari, amicizia lunga./Clear agreements make for good friends., Jade #12. Riches and honours are floating clouds/Look down, look up, the years flow on, twenty springs have passed
Supplies and Materials: photography, graffiti (12 days of Christmas, Day 5: "Rest in reason; move in passion.” — Khalil Gibran), bichromatic, retouch, miniature collection, pastels (my current gen + romance card G3 "multiple personalities")
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Kes, Dallu
Warnings: Don't think so.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz was always the wild one.
She dreamed big, eyes always on the horizon. And maybe it was luck, or maybe it was that indomitable passion at her core, but everything she touched turned to gold. She rose quickly to fame and fortune, gaining the (sometimes grudging) admiration of her peers, the respect of her subordinates, and the praise of her superiors. She demanded no less, but she earned it.
She was the best of the best, and knew it. Nothing stood in her way--after all, even the proudest stone weathers when the sea pounds with all her might.
Kes was always the steady one.
Oh, she dreamed, too; of fortune and glory and all that her sister won so quickly. But she took careful steps to get where she wanted to be, moving forward only when everything was positioned exactly so, endeavoring always to use no more force than was absolutely necessary.
She was a quieter glory, perhaps, but just as unstoppable in her way. Because, in the end, if the wind at your back blows too hard, it will shatter your ship to pieces--but if you learn to tame it, the wind will let you fly.
Dallu somehow kept the balance between them.
He had few ambitions for himself, but threw everything he had behind those of his lover and her sister. He, better than Kes, could get through to Taz when she was pushing too hard without realizing it. And he, better than Taz, could nudge Kes forward when she hesitated just a breath too long.
He and his lightning hovered between the sea and the sky, as wild and powerful as the one, with all the elegant precision of the other--more than enough to light the way for wind and sea to conquer.
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