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Colour of the Day (9/8/22) [Starfall]
Name: stories we tell ourselves
Story: Starfall
Colors: Colour of the Day - 9/8/22 (gens du monde)
Supplies and Styles: Miniature Collection
Word Count: 400 words (4x drabbles)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Leaira Modelen, Aimon Merner, Pio Caffsley, Kaia Aemullens, Osmer Nivyrn; CotD flashfic - some random little moments for people.
Summary: The important people don't always know the important things.
i.
“I’ve got a message for you, too,” the latest inspector of accounts said, when Leaira took him down to the library. He grinned unexpectedly, holding out a letter. “Adeleaira Modelen. Personal regards from the High Governor himself, I do believe.”
“I can’t help who my relatives are. I went far enough away that it doesn’t matter. I’m just the librarian.”
“And your Head of Starfall appointed you without even noting it, I bet.”
“Maybe not,” said Leaira, “but she wouldn’t have unless she thought I could do it. I’m not only a Modelen.”
His grin widened. “Good luck with that.”
ii.
Important people kept telling Pio he wouldn’t amount to anything. A grandee visiting the village school who’d asked, Is the boy simple? The Lord Olirond, sending him off to the army. Nowhere else’ll make anything of the lad. And the officers, who knew he’d never make it to their ranks. That Captain, who’d told him he couldn’t have seen anything up in the mountains that day.
But Pio knew what he was doing, all right. If not wanting any of that was being simple, or nothing, he was fine with that. It had brought him where he ought to be.
iii.
If Kaia gets drunk enough, she’ll tell how she’s been inside the White Prince’s palace, way up in the Northlands. Nobody really believes it. Sparkling pillars of ice, and snowflakes that fall bright on feasting guests, and never melt. It’s too strange, even for Starfall.
She did guard duty there. Stood at the side and watched – until it was her family’s turn to get into trouble, and they set the snow wolves on her.
All that, she says, it’s not riches; only illusion and glittering water, cold enough to kill.
When she’s sober, she never speaks of it at all.
iv.
She doesn’t belong in your world. Everyone told Osmer that, years ago. It comes home now, because he doesn’t. He uses Starfall’s name to get into the ambassador’s reception, but he’s a dull bird next to all these glorious feathers. He doesn’t know the formal, intricate dances. She’s there, finer than most in greenish blue silks, with gold and silver threaded into her hair.
But he’ll do what he came for anyway. He’ll tell her what he thinks of her, make her say goodbye to his face.
He’s clever, it’s true, but not enough to see through his own delusions.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Colour of the Day - 9/8/22 (gens du monde)
Supplies and Styles: Miniature Collection
Word Count: 400 words (4x drabbles)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Leaira Modelen, Aimon Merner, Pio Caffsley, Kaia Aemullens, Osmer Nivyrn; CotD flashfic - some random little moments for people.
Summary: The important people don't always know the important things.
i.
“I’ve got a message for you, too,” the latest inspector of accounts said, when Leaira took him down to the library. He grinned unexpectedly, holding out a letter. “Adeleaira Modelen. Personal regards from the High Governor himself, I do believe.”
“I can’t help who my relatives are. I went far enough away that it doesn’t matter. I’m just the librarian.”
“And your Head of Starfall appointed you without even noting it, I bet.”
“Maybe not,” said Leaira, “but she wouldn’t have unless she thought I could do it. I’m not only a Modelen.”
His grin widened. “Good luck with that.”
ii.
Important people kept telling Pio he wouldn’t amount to anything. A grandee visiting the village school who’d asked, Is the boy simple? The Lord Olirond, sending him off to the army. Nowhere else’ll make anything of the lad. And the officers, who knew he’d never make it to their ranks. That Captain, who’d told him he couldn’t have seen anything up in the mountains that day.
But Pio knew what he was doing, all right. If not wanting any of that was being simple, or nothing, he was fine with that. It had brought him where he ought to be.
iii.
If Kaia gets drunk enough, she’ll tell how she’s been inside the White Prince’s palace, way up in the Northlands. Nobody really believes it. Sparkling pillars of ice, and snowflakes that fall bright on feasting guests, and never melt. It’s too strange, even for Starfall.
She did guard duty there. Stood at the side and watched – until it was her family’s turn to get into trouble, and they set the snow wolves on her.
All that, she says, it’s not riches; only illusion and glittering water, cold enough to kill.
When she’s sober, she never speaks of it at all.
iv.
She doesn’t belong in your world. Everyone told Osmer that, years ago. It comes home now, because he doesn’t. He uses Starfall’s name to get into the ambassador’s reception, but he’s a dull bird next to all these glorious feathers. He doesn’t know the formal, intricate dances. She’s there, finer than most in greenish blue silks, with gold and silver threaded into her hair.
But he’ll do what he came for anyway. He’ll tell her what he thinks of her, make her say goodbye to his face.
He’s clever, it’s true, but not enough to see through his own delusions.
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