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rainbowfic2016-02-21 08:50 pm
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Plant Party #31, Liver #1, Oliphaunt Grey #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: What She Can Give
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #31. Icecream Tulip, Liver #1. head, Oliphaunt Grey #10. Unstained is leaf and land
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sick of Romance challenge), frame (Isselu is about six), pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "playing instrument/music"), novelty beads ("preservation"), beading wire,
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG
Characters: Lonura, Istell/Isselu
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Lonura hadn't noticed when Isselu--Istell, we're in Feredar, I have to remember to use his local name--had joined her in the garden. He could be unusually quiet for a six-year-old at times. Judging by the way he'd curled up at her feet, though, he'd been there for at least the last two or three songs she'd played through.
"Hello, my love," she said, ruffling his hair a little.
"Hi," he said, resting his head on her knee.
"Tired?" she asked. They'd gotten in fairly late last night, and she knew he'd had to suffer through a handful of court events, now that he was deemed old enough for them.
He wrinkled his nose. "Why's Court people so boring?"
She hid a smile. "Hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think?"
He shook his head. "I dunno. Gramma says they wanna pretend they're 'portant."
Of course she did. Lonura felt a faint stab of annoyance in her mother-in-law's general direction. Istell had a few more years yet before he needed to learn how to not trust people.
Still, the thought was there. She'd just have to do her best to keep him from becoming too sad and lonely. "Mm, some of them do," she admitted softly. "But I think most of them already think they're important and just want to make sure everyone else knows how important they are."
"Is it gonna get less boring when I'm growed up?"
She laughed. "Ah, my love, that would be a question for your mother."
He sighed heavily. "That means no." He pouted. "Least you get to hide out here..."
She ruffled his hair again. "Well, you can hide with me, if you want."
That got him to brighten a little, and he climbed up onto the bench next to her.
She kissed his forehead and started picking her way through one of his favorites, enjoying the moment while it lasted. Because, as much as she disagreed with Kesshare, for pushing these lessons on him so soon, there was some merit to them. Some day--long, long in the future, I hope--the little boy at her side, the one she was helping raise, would be the most powerful man in the world. With all the attendant problems such rank provided, ranging from boring blowhards who didn't know when to stop talking to sycophants after nothing but shared glory, who would break his heart again and again.
But today--today he could just be her stepson, a little ball of warmth snuggled into her side while she played and sang.
She couldn't protect him from or prepare him for his future. But she, alone of all his parents, could give him this.
Story: What She Can Give
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #31. Icecream Tulip, Liver #1. head, Oliphaunt Grey #10. Unstained is leaf and land
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sick of Romance challenge), frame (Isselu is about six), pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "playing instrument/music"), novelty beads ("preservation"), beading wire,
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG
Characters: Lonura, Istell/Isselu
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Lonura hadn't noticed when Isselu--Istell, we're in Feredar, I have to remember to use his local name--had joined her in the garden. He could be unusually quiet for a six-year-old at times. Judging by the way he'd curled up at her feet, though, he'd been there for at least the last two or three songs she'd played through.
"Hello, my love," she said, ruffling his hair a little.
"Hi," he said, resting his head on her knee.
"Tired?" she asked. They'd gotten in fairly late last night, and she knew he'd had to suffer through a handful of court events, now that he was deemed old enough for them.
He wrinkled his nose. "Why's Court people so boring?"
She hid a smile. "Hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think?"
He shook his head. "I dunno. Gramma says they wanna pretend they're 'portant."
Of course she did. Lonura felt a faint stab of annoyance in her mother-in-law's general direction. Istell had a few more years yet before he needed to learn how to not trust people.
Still, the thought was there. She'd just have to do her best to keep him from becoming too sad and lonely. "Mm, some of them do," she admitted softly. "But I think most of them already think they're important and just want to make sure everyone else knows how important they are."
"Is it gonna get less boring when I'm growed up?"
She laughed. "Ah, my love, that would be a question for your mother."
He sighed heavily. "That means no." He pouted. "Least you get to hide out here..."
She ruffled his hair again. "Well, you can hide with me, if you want."
That got him to brighten a little, and he climbed up onto the bench next to her.
She kissed his forehead and started picking her way through one of his favorites, enjoying the moment while it lasted. Because, as much as she disagreed with Kesshare, for pushing these lessons on him so soon, there was some merit to them. Some day--long, long in the future, I hope--the little boy at her side, the one she was helping raise, would be the most powerful man in the world. With all the attendant problems such rank provided, ranging from boring blowhards who didn't know when to stop talking to sycophants after nothing but shared glory, who would break his heart again and again.
But today--today he could just be her stepson, a little ball of warmth snuggled into her side while she played and sang.
She couldn't protect him from or prepare him for his future. But she, alone of all his parents, could give him this.
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