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rainbowfic2020-07-27 11:41 pm
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Jungle Green #20, Hills of Iowa #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Curiosity and Hope
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jungle Green #20. It could be no one else has ever stood here, Hills of Iowa #6. Well I love the way the world is your garden and you plant your seeds and you let them grow.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Day 1: Village Stage), tapestry (Jungle Green + novelty beads), photography, frame, fabric, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 307
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: Oblique references to captivity/slavery/attempted murder and other Peril, but nothing explicit/specific
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Just under the wire, woo! Something of a unicorn chaser, lol...
When Isshiri was little, everyone thought his driving fire was curiosity. And it's true, his wanderlust has never really faded, and he loves exploring both strange cities and strange wildernesses, alone or with Telri or--well, if Taz hadn't retired to raise a family, he probably would have enjoyed exploring with her, too.
But the older he gets, the less he thinks that's really true.
He's been in a lot of dark places over his life. A number of people have tried to capture or kill him, starting with his uncle when he was seven--and, yes, his own reckless curiosity has, too.
But every time, no matter how dark things got, even during the worst of those months in a collar in Feredar...every time, he could always see that it wasn't forever. He'd been exhausted and terrified and in pain, but some part of him had always known that there was a light, inside of him or someone close to him or maybe waiting just around the corner, if only he could hold on long enough to reach it and kindle it into a proper flame.
And he thinks that's what drives him. Not a hunger for new places or new experiences, but--that light, whether he's somewhere with as many sparks as there are stars in the sky, or somewhere he has to dig deep within himself and those around him. Finding that.
Finding hope.
And, all right, maybe curiosity is a part of it, too. But maybe the two of them aren't as different as they seem. Curiosity is a pretty hopeful thing; looking forward to something new and exciting and wonderful.
He likes that, he thinks. The idea that what burns in the deepest parts of him, what drives him forward--the way ambition drives Mother, and knowledge drives his cousin, and love drives his sister--is hope.
Story: Curiosity and Hope
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jungle Green #20. It could be no one else has ever stood here, Hills of Iowa #6. Well I love the way the world is your garden and you plant your seeds and you let them grow.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Day 1: Village Stage), tapestry (Jungle Green + novelty beads), photography, frame, fabric, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 307
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Isshiri
Warnings: Oblique references to captivity/slavery/attempted murder and other Peril, but nothing explicit/specific
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Just under the wire, woo! Something of a unicorn chaser, lol...
When Isshiri was little, everyone thought his driving fire was curiosity. And it's true, his wanderlust has never really faded, and he loves exploring both strange cities and strange wildernesses, alone or with Telri or--well, if Taz hadn't retired to raise a family, he probably would have enjoyed exploring with her, too.
But the older he gets, the less he thinks that's really true.
He's been in a lot of dark places over his life. A number of people have tried to capture or kill him, starting with his uncle when he was seven--and, yes, his own reckless curiosity has, too.
But every time, no matter how dark things got, even during the worst of those months in a collar in Feredar...every time, he could always see that it wasn't forever. He'd been exhausted and terrified and in pain, but some part of him had always known that there was a light, inside of him or someone close to him or maybe waiting just around the corner, if only he could hold on long enough to reach it and kindle it into a proper flame.
And he thinks that's what drives him. Not a hunger for new places or new experiences, but--that light, whether he's somewhere with as many sparks as there are stars in the sky, or somewhere he has to dig deep within himself and those around him. Finding that.
Finding hope.
And, all right, maybe curiosity is a part of it, too. But maybe the two of them aren't as different as they seem. Curiosity is a pretty hopeful thing; looking forward to something new and exciting and wonderful.
He likes that, he thinks. The idea that what burns in the deepest parts of him, what drives him forward--the way ambition drives Mother, and knowledge drives his cousin, and love drives his sister--is hope.