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rainbowfic2016-08-06 07:59 pm
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Fluorite #12, Crimson #24, Plant Party #30
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Coming Home Again
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fluorite #12. Free/Obligated, Crimson #24. I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir., Plant Party #30. Sundew
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), frame (1013 FY), fabric, novelty beads (Great services are not canceled by one act or by one single error. - Benjamin Disraeli), yarn, beading wire
Word Count: 655
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshiri, Isselu/Istell
Warnings: Don't think so
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"Where are we going?" Isselu asked, for the fifth time since they'd left the palace this morning.
"You'll see," his uncle said, with a smile. "Here, give me a hand?"
Isselu scrambled over the stack of rocks and reached a hand down to help Uncle Isshiri balance.
"Thanks," he said, when he'd reached the top, with one of his brightest smiles. "Up that way. It's not much farther."
"All right," Isselu said, starting off in the direction Uncle Isshiri had pointed out. This was the first time he'd seen his uncle in almost five years. He hadn't come home or to visit Mamma and Papa in Feredar in ages, and while Isselu had gotten letters, full of affection and stories, it wasn't the same. Uncle Isshiri was his favorite uncle--all right, his only uncle--and he'd missed him a lot.
But a couple months ago, everything had changed. Mamma and Grandmamma had both gotten letters that made them very upset, and Uncle Isshiri was back in the desert. He'd just come back onl two weeks ago, and spent most of that time locked up with a very unhappy Grandmamma in her study.
When Isselu thought about it that way, he was doubly glad Uncle Isshiri was home and had cornered him this morning for some special bonding time, just the two of them. Because spending forever locked up with angry Grandmamma yelling would have sent Isselu running for the hills as fast as he could.
They went around one last winding curve in the canyon and--
"Oh!" Isselu breathed, staring out at the curving rock formations.
"See?" Uncle Isshiri said, settling down on a smooth rock and looking up at the sky. "I know I'm not very good about putting down roots, but I come here whenever I visit home."
Which meant it was a Special Place, and suddenly Isselu felt weirdly awkward about being here. "Um. Thank you, for bringing me here."
Uncle Isshiri smiled down at him. "Of course."
Isselu hesitated for a second, then climbed up onto the rock to sit next to him. "I missed you," he said, after the two of them watched the sun move along the bridge formation for a little while. "A lot."
Uncle Isshiri was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry. For that, and for so many other things. And I know it probably won't make sense to you, but...I didn't stop visiting because I stopped caring about you, or your mother, or..." He shook his head. "I missed you, too. Every day. I want to make sure you know that."
He nodded. "How come, then?"
Uncle Isshiri sighed, and laid back on the rock with his eyes closed. "You have a cousin. My little girl, Roneli."
Isselu stared at him wide-eyed. "Oh."
"You'll get to meet her soon," he promised. "She's staying with some friends of mine, from the War. She's not...her mother wasn't a fire-mage, and neither is she."
"Oh," Isselu said again, stupidly. But why does Roneli mean he had to stay away so long? Unless...unless it's not Roneli, but Grandmamma didn't like my aunt...no wonder she was so mad.
And Isselu kind of wanted to be, too, because Uncle Isshiri had left, and he'd missed him, and while Mamma had tried not to show it, she'd...
But Grandmamma was Grandmamma, and Isselu could sort of understand. And Uncle Isshiri was his favorite. He couldn't be mad at him.
So, instead, he nestled close. "I like this place," Isselu said. "I'll take care of it, when you can't visit. Make sure it stays pretty."
He felt Uncle Isshiri start a little, then relax and ruffle his hair. "I'd like that."
The two of them fell quiet again, watching the light paint the rocks all kinds of pretty colors, and Isselu promised himself that, Grandmamma or no Grandmamma, he would never let Uncle Isshiri feel like it wasn't safe to come home ever again.
Story: Coming Home Again
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Fluorite #12. Free/Obligated, Crimson #24. I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir., Plant Party #30. Sundew
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Sprinting), frame (1013 FY), fabric, novelty beads (Great services are not canceled by one act or by one single error. - Benjamin Disraeli), yarn, beading wire
Word Count: 655
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshiri, Isselu/Istell
Warnings: Don't think so
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"Where are we going?" Isselu asked, for the fifth time since they'd left the palace this morning.
"You'll see," his uncle said, with a smile. "Here, give me a hand?"
Isselu scrambled over the stack of rocks and reached a hand down to help Uncle Isshiri balance.
"Thanks," he said, when he'd reached the top, with one of his brightest smiles. "Up that way. It's not much farther."
"All right," Isselu said, starting off in the direction Uncle Isshiri had pointed out. This was the first time he'd seen his uncle in almost five years. He hadn't come home or to visit Mamma and Papa in Feredar in ages, and while Isselu had gotten letters, full of affection and stories, it wasn't the same. Uncle Isshiri was his favorite uncle--all right, his only uncle--and he'd missed him a lot.
But a couple months ago, everything had changed. Mamma and Grandmamma had both gotten letters that made them very upset, and Uncle Isshiri was back in the desert. He'd just come back onl two weeks ago, and spent most of that time locked up with a very unhappy Grandmamma in her study.
When Isselu thought about it that way, he was doubly glad Uncle Isshiri was home and had cornered him this morning for some special bonding time, just the two of them. Because spending forever locked up with angry Grandmamma yelling would have sent Isselu running for the hills as fast as he could.
They went around one last winding curve in the canyon and--
"Oh!" Isselu breathed, staring out at the curving rock formations.
"See?" Uncle Isshiri said, settling down on a smooth rock and looking up at the sky. "I know I'm not very good about putting down roots, but I come here whenever I visit home."
Which meant it was a Special Place, and suddenly Isselu felt weirdly awkward about being here. "Um. Thank you, for bringing me here."
Uncle Isshiri smiled down at him. "Of course."
Isselu hesitated for a second, then climbed up onto the rock to sit next to him. "I missed you," he said, after the two of them watched the sun move along the bridge formation for a little while. "A lot."
Uncle Isshiri was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry. For that, and for so many other things. And I know it probably won't make sense to you, but...I didn't stop visiting because I stopped caring about you, or your mother, or..." He shook his head. "I missed you, too. Every day. I want to make sure you know that."
He nodded. "How come, then?"
Uncle Isshiri sighed, and laid back on the rock with his eyes closed. "You have a cousin. My little girl, Roneli."
Isselu stared at him wide-eyed. "Oh."
"You'll get to meet her soon," he promised. "She's staying with some friends of mine, from the War. She's not...her mother wasn't a fire-mage, and neither is she."
"Oh," Isselu said again, stupidly. But why does Roneli mean he had to stay away so long? Unless...unless it's not Roneli, but Grandmamma didn't like my aunt...no wonder she was so mad.
And Isselu kind of wanted to be, too, because Uncle Isshiri had left, and he'd missed him, and while Mamma had tried not to show it, she'd...
But Grandmamma was Grandmamma, and Isselu could sort of understand. And Uncle Isshiri was his favorite. He couldn't be mad at him.
So, instead, he nestled close. "I like this place," Isselu said. "I'll take care of it, when you can't visit. Make sure it stays pretty."
He felt Uncle Isshiri start a little, then relax and ruffle his hair. "I'd like that."
The two of them fell quiet again, watching the light paint the rocks all kinds of pretty colors, and Isselu promised himself that, Grandmamma or no Grandmamma, he would never let Uncle Isshiri feel like it wasn't safe to come home ever again.
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He is really good with kids, yeah. Especially Roneli and Isselu, who he's close to.