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Library Yellow #5, Lapis Lazuli #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Measured in Loss
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Library Yellow #5. bibliothecary, Lapis Lazuli #12. gravity
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Second Stage), photography, charcoal, seed beads, glitter
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keta
Warnings: References to (off-page) character death and war/violence. Keta's life is. A lot sometimes.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
So much of Keta’s life was measured in loss. A little brother and two sisters, when she was just old enough to understand what the deaths meant; her mother in the attack on the palace, with her as witness; her--husband, her son in a terrible accident; her father’s unexpected but not unnatural death; her favorite brother, lost to his own folly.
And, of course, the War.
Even buried down in the Palace archives by her own choice, Keta was aware of how things were going, which was not well. It hadn’t really been well since it started, though Keta would never say so outside the privacy of her own thoughts and journals. Her loyalty had never wavered--would never waver. She understood why Father and Kellom made the choices they did.
She wished it could have been different, but she knew better.
Part of her wanted to hope, even after Mellir died and Andrell left; even as Deva grew more stressed and Tana more mad and even Sola more grim; even with Kellom…
Oh, her golden brother Kellom, in whom everyone had wanted to see such promise.
Part of her still wanted to hope for some kind of happy ending. Some kind of life they could salvage in whatever peace came when the violence stopped.
But she knew better. She understood history, both her private history and the history of her nation, and she knew that even if they won, things would never be the same. Would never be bright and good again.
The night she caught herself being almost relieved that her Denill hadn’t lived to see this, that he had been spared having to fight, was the night she began quietly researching ways to get herself--and, if possible, her baby sister Tana--out of the city when it all came crashing down.
Story: Measured in Loss
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Library Yellow #5. bibliothecary, Lapis Lazuli #12. gravity
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day 1: Second Stage), photography, charcoal, seed beads, glitter
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keta
Warnings: References to (off-page) character death and war/violence. Keta's life is. A lot sometimes.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
So much of Keta’s life was measured in loss. A little brother and two sisters, when she was just old enough to understand what the deaths meant; her mother in the attack on the palace, with her as witness; her--husband, her son in a terrible accident; her father’s unexpected but not unnatural death; her favorite brother, lost to his own folly.
And, of course, the War.
Even buried down in the Palace archives by her own choice, Keta was aware of how things were going, which was not well. It hadn’t really been well since it started, though Keta would never say so outside the privacy of her own thoughts and journals. Her loyalty had never wavered--would never waver. She understood why Father and Kellom made the choices they did.
She wished it could have been different, but she knew better.
Part of her wanted to hope, even after Mellir died and Andrell left; even as Deva grew more stressed and Tana more mad and even Sola more grim; even with Kellom…
Oh, her golden brother Kellom, in whom everyone had wanted to see such promise.
Part of her still wanted to hope for some kind of happy ending. Some kind of life they could salvage in whatever peace came when the violence stopped.
But she knew better. She understood history, both her private history and the history of her nation, and she knew that even if they won, things would never be the same. Would never be bright and good again.
The night she caught herself being almost relieved that her Denill hadn’t lived to see this, that he had been spared having to fight, was the night she began quietly researching ways to get herself--and, if possible, her baby sister Tana--out of the city when it all came crashing down.
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Yep. It's...not something I quite put together until she laid it all out for me like this? But yeah....
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