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Burgundy #4; Beet Red #26; Light Black #13 [Starfall]
Name: Aftertaste
Story: Starfall
Colors: Burgundy #4 (tannin); Beet Red #26 (Live and learn); Light Black #13 (rotate)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (April Food Challenge) + Charcoal
Word Count: 271
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Kadia Barra, Tyo Sudinze. Takes place immediately after Sour Grapes.
Summary: Kadia's intrigued.
Kadia didn't bother to rise as she watched Viyony walk out of the room and up the stairs at the far end, out of vision. She leaned back in her chair and took a lazy sip of her wine. It was only when she heard the outer door open and close above them that she turned to glance at the man serving behind the bar.
"So. What did you make of her?"
The man crossed over to her table. He reached out for Viyony's abandoned glass, picking it up. "Not sure. She's something different."
"What did you see, then?"
He shrugged. "Silver all about her. Lilac threaded in. Light blue, too, but only a little—not what you'd expect for someone who dreams."
Kadia's gaze narrowed. "And what do those colours signify?"
"I don't know. Silver was new on me."
Kadia rotated the glass in front of her by its stem. "But dreams—visions—stray moments out of time—they're the most common form of noticeable affinity. A sliver of starstone and a willingness to sit and focus and plenty of people will see something eventually, even if it's only meaningless blurred shapes."
"That was what I got."
Kadia pursed her lips, left with something unexpected to mull over. She waved Tyo away and settled down to finish her costly glass of wine. She gazed idly out of the window at the Calla River flowing past beneath them, but her frown remained.
Her cousin Eollan had told her that Viyony Eseray was something out of the ordinary. It seemed he was right.
Portcallan affairs were about to get very interesting indeed...
Story: Starfall
Colors: Burgundy #4 (tannin); Beet Red #26 (Live and learn); Light Black #13 (rotate)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (April Food Challenge) + Charcoal
Word Count: 271
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Kadia Barra, Tyo Sudinze. Takes place immediately after Sour Grapes.
Summary: Kadia's intrigued.
Kadia didn't bother to rise as she watched Viyony walk out of the room and up the stairs at the far end, out of vision. She leaned back in her chair and took a lazy sip of her wine. It was only when she heard the outer door open and close above them that she turned to glance at the man serving behind the bar.
"So. What did you make of her?"
The man crossed over to her table. He reached out for Viyony's abandoned glass, picking it up. "Not sure. She's something different."
"What did you see, then?"
He shrugged. "Silver all about her. Lilac threaded in. Light blue, too, but only a little—not what you'd expect for someone who dreams."
Kadia's gaze narrowed. "And what do those colours signify?"
"I don't know. Silver was new on me."
Kadia rotated the glass in front of her by its stem. "But dreams—visions—stray moments out of time—they're the most common form of noticeable affinity. A sliver of starstone and a willingness to sit and focus and plenty of people will see something eventually, even if it's only meaningless blurred shapes."
"That was what I got."
Kadia pursed her lips, left with something unexpected to mull over. She waved Tyo away and settled down to finish her costly glass of wine. She gazed idly out of the window at the Calla River flowing past beneath them, but her frown remained.
Her cousin Eollan had told her that Viyony Eseray was something out of the ordinary. It seemed he was right.
Portcallan affairs were about to get very interesting indeed...

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I really like this! Is this your universe's version of auras? <3
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1) "Exhale the stress so you don't come unglued/Somewhere there is a happy affair, a ghost of a good mood." - Rainbow Veins, Owl City
2) All things excellent are as difficult as they are rare. - Baruch Spinoza
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