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White Opal #6 [Starfall]
Name: Star Storm
Story: Starfall
Colors: White Opal #6 (Wish Upon a shooting star)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 501 words
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: New canon, finally, I hope! Aimon Merner.
Summary: Aimon has never been this far north before.
Aimon had never been this far north before. He had been to the Lizard’s Ridge Mountains on one assignment, spending an interminable and benumbingly cold winter sorting through the affairs of a copper mine that had fallen forfeit to the High Governor, but even that lay a good way south of Starfall Manor. He knew it by repute as a place of legends and tall stories, but that, he assumed, had more to do with the distance from Portcallan than the truth.
The North Line coach halted at Woolmaston to change horses. Aimon took the chance to stretch his legs. They had miles to go yet, but he could already see the mountain peaks rising on the horizon, beyond the low-lying plains they called the Mistlands. The end was literally in sight at last.
He was still squinting at the view, trying to see if he could make out Bardon Fort – his last stop before reaching the Manor – when the clouds gathered in the sky with startling rapidity and the day darkened. Flecks of light danced in the air above him and then fell, like snowflakes, but they never landed. There was a humming in his ears, and his fingers tingled at the energy in the air.
“First taste of a star storm, eh?” said the driver, arriving beside him. He grinned. “That’s good luck, that is – and much more impressive from this distance than close up, as you’ll find out.”
Aimon kept his eyes on the sky. “Is it? What causes it?”
“How should I know?” said the driver. “Aren’t you the one with all the book-learning?”
Aimon gave a short laugh. “That’s mostly just mathematics. Something in the atmosphere, I suppose?”
“That’s Starfall for you – the Paths, all of it,” the driver said, with a shake of his head. “Something in the atmosphere all right. Rather you than me. ”
Aimon shook himself, and crossed back to the carriage. The last other passenger had got out at the last stop, and now he at least had the luxury of having it all to himself.
“So everyone keeps telling me,” he said, pausing before climbing in. “I imagine it’ll be the same as usual for me – it’ll depend on how honestly they keep their accounts!”
The driver paused before taking up his place, despite the inn’s stable hand stamping and muttering as his held the horses. “You may be right, but there’s some truth in some of those tales. You keep to the Manor – don’t you go up into the mountains – keep well away from the Paths.”
“Thank you.” Aimon stifled his amusement; the man meant it kindly. “I’ll bear it in mind.”
Starstorms, legends and even the strange Paths were not likely to be his problem. Nobody ever liked having a government inspector around, let alone one who carried an unwelcome message from the High Governor. Aimon anticipated another long winter.
Above him, the sky cleared as quickly as it had clouded over: his first star storm had passed.
***
Story: Starfall
Colors: White Opal #6 (Wish Upon a shooting star)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 501 words
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: New canon, finally, I hope! Aimon Merner.
Summary: Aimon has never been this far north before.
Aimon had never been this far north before. He had been to the Lizard’s Ridge Mountains on one assignment, spending an interminable and benumbingly cold winter sorting through the affairs of a copper mine that had fallen forfeit to the High Governor, but even that lay a good way south of Starfall Manor. He knew it by repute as a place of legends and tall stories, but that, he assumed, had more to do with the distance from Portcallan than the truth.
The North Line coach halted at Woolmaston to change horses. Aimon took the chance to stretch his legs. They had miles to go yet, but he could already see the mountain peaks rising on the horizon, beyond the low-lying plains they called the Mistlands. The end was literally in sight at last.
He was still squinting at the view, trying to see if he could make out Bardon Fort – his last stop before reaching the Manor – when the clouds gathered in the sky with startling rapidity and the day darkened. Flecks of light danced in the air above him and then fell, like snowflakes, but they never landed. There was a humming in his ears, and his fingers tingled at the energy in the air.
“First taste of a star storm, eh?” said the driver, arriving beside him. He grinned. “That’s good luck, that is – and much more impressive from this distance than close up, as you’ll find out.”
Aimon kept his eyes on the sky. “Is it? What causes it?”
“How should I know?” said the driver. “Aren’t you the one with all the book-learning?”
Aimon gave a short laugh. “That’s mostly just mathematics. Something in the atmosphere, I suppose?”
“That’s Starfall for you – the Paths, all of it,” the driver said, with a shake of his head. “Something in the atmosphere all right. Rather you than me. ”
Aimon shook himself, and crossed back to the carriage. The last other passenger had got out at the last stop, and now he at least had the luxury of having it all to himself.
“So everyone keeps telling me,” he said, pausing before climbing in. “I imagine it’ll be the same as usual for me – it’ll depend on how honestly they keep their accounts!”
The driver paused before taking up his place, despite the inn’s stable hand stamping and muttering as his held the horses. “You may be right, but there’s some truth in some of those tales. You keep to the Manor – don’t you go up into the mountains – keep well away from the Paths.”
“Thank you.” Aimon stifled his amusement; the man meant it kindly. “I’ll bear it in mind.”
Starstorms, legends and even the strange Paths were not likely to be his problem. Nobody ever liked having a government inspector around, let alone one who carried an unwelcome message from the High Governor. Aimon anticipated another long winter.
Above him, the sky cleared as quickly as it had clouded over: his first star storm had passed.
***