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rainbowfic2016-08-06 01:01 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2016-08-06 01:01 am
Fluorite #18, Crimson #8, Plant Party #36
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Eye of the Storm
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fluorite #18. Working/Daydreaming, Crimson #8. Short of the outbreak of World War Three, the ship sinking... being attacked by a giant octopus, I'd like to be undisturbed for the next thirty minutes., Plant Party #36. Parachute Flower
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, miniature, canvas
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz is a sea-child, a wild child; always moving, crashing waves in her hands, tempests in her smile.
But every storm has an eye, and hers is a freshwater pool. She goes there sometimes, and stands in the middle (on the middle), watching the clouds swirl around her, reflected in the still water.
Then, because she is a wild child, she gets bored, picks up the water, and makes it dance around her. The eye of a storm, after all, doesn't last forever.
Still, she comes there every so often, because even she--sea-child, wild child, born for Adventure--sometimes craves peace.
Story: Eye of the Storm
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fluorite #18. Working/Daydreaming, Crimson #8. Short of the outbreak of World War Three, the ship sinking... being attacked by a giant octopus, I'd like to be undisturbed for the next thirty minutes., Plant Party #36. Parachute Flower
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), photography, miniature, canvas
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz is a sea-child, a wild child; always moving, crashing waves in her hands, tempests in her smile.
But every storm has an eye, and hers is a freshwater pool. She goes there sometimes, and stands in the middle (on the middle), watching the clouds swirl around her, reflected in the still water.
Then, because she is a wild child, she gets bored, picks up the water, and makes it dance around her. The eye of a storm, after all, doesn't last forever.
Still, she comes there every so often, because even she--sea-child, wild child, born for Adventure--sometimes craves peace.
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