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Warm Heart #21 [Starfall]
Name: Big City
Story: Starfall
Colors: Warm Heart #21 (Caution)
Supplies and Styles: Pastel (also forno_true_pair's March mini-round prompt "March Thirtieth - Leion & Viyony with the title "Big City".")
Word Count: 957
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Viyony Eseray, Leion Valerno, Imai Lullers.
Summary: Viyony and Leion cross paths for the first time, unknowing.
Stormbird 13
Viyony left Imai Lullers behind on one of the slow, waterstone-driven city carts with the luggage and stepped under Talgate's arch into Portcallan for the first time. The only other big city she had been to was Lialia, the capital of Low Eisterland, where her betrothed lived. Portcallan didn't compare too favourably to Lialia's parks, pools, and elegant white-stoned architecture. Even here on the wide main road into the city, the buildings that lined it were an untidy row of differing shapes and sizes. Next to the gate, behind her, was an even messier cluster of utilitarian structures—a large inn, several small shops and eateries and dozens of stalls set up in front of them to catch hungry and tired travellers as they entered the city.
People brushed past her elbow, unheeding in their rush to be elsewhere. Talgate Street was bristling with traffic—people, city carts, and even several carriages and pony carts that people had paid the fee to bring inside. It hummed with a densely-packed life and energy.
A few steps more and she caught her breath at the sight of the High Council Chambers rising up directly ahead of her. It might not be as beautiful as the grand civic buildings she had seen in Lialia, but it was her own country's centre of power. She'd seen hundreds of sketches and paintings of it. She had tried to draw its distinctive central dome herself when she was a school child. It was such a familiar image, it was a shock to find it suddenly solid and real in front of her.
She paused to admire it for a moment longer, but warning thunder rumbled overhead and then rain fell; fat and hard, the scent of petrichor drifting upward from the dusty road. Viyony darted towards the edge of the street for shelter, but when she stopped beside the door of a large but anonymous-looking building, the storm had vanished. The sky was overcast and wisps of a persistent sea mist hung around the edge of the Council Chambers, but the street was dry and so was she.
Viyony hesitated there, frowning over the incident, but could find no explanation, and finally she shrugged, and started walking again. She must have imagined it—the rumble of a heavy cart's wheels behind her, perhaps. Maybe there had been a few scattered drops of rain, that was all.
Leion trailed out of Chamber Square, half-running to keep up with Tana Veldiner. "Why not come with me?"
"Why should I?" she retorted. "Leion, I've finished for the day. I don't need you following me home."
Leion sighed. "I just thought it would be good for you, and nobody else will come with me. They all have a balcony booked in on Riverside or they're in the procession, or wouldn't go if I paid them. You want me at the procession looking out for trouble. So, you could come with me and help. You'll have more fun than you will sitting back in Chamber Square alone. That's how you lose touch with ordinary citizens."
"If I do go with you, will you give me your report on the Hibbund case before I get back to my office in the morning?"
"There wasn't anything to report!"
"Then put that in writing. If you want paying, anyway. If you don't, of course, that's your business."
Leion laughed. "All right. You'll have it, I promise. Now, will you accompany me to the procession or not?"
"I seem to have talked myself into it."
Leion halted and looked up, hearing an unexpected clap of thunder. It was followed by the approaching patter of heavy rain. He hastily put on his hat, which he'd been carelessly carrying rather than wearing, and tugged Tana aside towards the comparative shelter of the houses.
"Leion, what are you doing?"
He blinked. There was no rain. Tana was staring at him as if he had lost his wits. She might have a point. "I thought I heard a storm coming on."
"If you're hoping to make me forget about that report, it isn't going to happen. Imor Ufferden keeps asking me why I can't keep my assets in order."
"I'm not an asset!"
"I couldn't agree more."
Leion cast another puzzled glance upwards, but there was still no sign of any rain. "I'm a consultant," he said, rather absently. "It's not the same. You pay me."
"I do if you provide me with the relevant paperwork."
Leion walked on with her, towards Talgate. "Don't worry. You'll have it first thing in the morning. I've got it done somewhere already. I just forgot I hadn't brought it over. I'm entirely professional, honestly."
"Are you? You can't even seem to tell whether it's raining or not."
Leion held up his hands. "Yes. Fair point. Anyway, I'll leave you here—I'm off to Arna's." He gestured at the road to his right. "But you'll have your report—and I shall call for you the day after tomorrow and we'll watch the procession along with the rest of the masses."
Tana shook her head, striding on with a brief wave in his direction. Leion turned into a side street, wrinkling his forehead in thought. What had just happened? He was sure he had heard thunder and the sound of the rain—and felt the first spots of it on his skin. He twisted around, scowling back the way he had come, but Talgate Street looked much as usual.
"I must be going mad, then," he said. "I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later."
He put it out of his mind, humming under his breath as he headed towards his sister's house. He must have been mistaken.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Warm Heart #21 (Caution)
Supplies and Styles: Pastel (also for
no_true_pair's March mini-round prompt "March Thirtieth - Leion & Viyony with the title "Big City".")Word Count: 957
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Viyony Eseray, Leion Valerno, Imai Lullers.
Summary: Viyony and Leion cross paths for the first time, unknowing.
Stormbird 13
Viyony left Imai Lullers behind on one of the slow, waterstone-driven city carts with the luggage and stepped under Talgate's arch into Portcallan for the first time. The only other big city she had been to was Lialia, the capital of Low Eisterland, where her betrothed lived. Portcallan didn't compare too favourably to Lialia's parks, pools, and elegant white-stoned architecture. Even here on the wide main road into the city, the buildings that lined it were an untidy row of differing shapes and sizes. Next to the gate, behind her, was an even messier cluster of utilitarian structures—a large inn, several small shops and eateries and dozens of stalls set up in front of them to catch hungry and tired travellers as they entered the city.
People brushed past her elbow, unheeding in their rush to be elsewhere. Talgate Street was bristling with traffic—people, city carts, and even several carriages and pony carts that people had paid the fee to bring inside. It hummed with a densely-packed life and energy.
A few steps more and she caught her breath at the sight of the High Council Chambers rising up directly ahead of her. It might not be as beautiful as the grand civic buildings she had seen in Lialia, but it was her own country's centre of power. She'd seen hundreds of sketches and paintings of it. She had tried to draw its distinctive central dome herself when she was a school child. It was such a familiar image, it was a shock to find it suddenly solid and real in front of her.
She paused to admire it for a moment longer, but warning thunder rumbled overhead and then rain fell; fat and hard, the scent of petrichor drifting upward from the dusty road. Viyony darted towards the edge of the street for shelter, but when she stopped beside the door of a large but anonymous-looking building, the storm had vanished. The sky was overcast and wisps of a persistent sea mist hung around the edge of the Council Chambers, but the street was dry and so was she.
Viyony hesitated there, frowning over the incident, but could find no explanation, and finally she shrugged, and started walking again. She must have imagined it—the rumble of a heavy cart's wheels behind her, perhaps. Maybe there had been a few scattered drops of rain, that was all.
Leion trailed out of Chamber Square, half-running to keep up with Tana Veldiner. "Why not come with me?"
"Why should I?" she retorted. "Leion, I've finished for the day. I don't need you following me home."
Leion sighed. "I just thought it would be good for you, and nobody else will come with me. They all have a balcony booked in on Riverside or they're in the procession, or wouldn't go if I paid them. You want me at the procession looking out for trouble. So, you could come with me and help. You'll have more fun than you will sitting back in Chamber Square alone. That's how you lose touch with ordinary citizens."
"If I do go with you, will you give me your report on the Hibbund case before I get back to my office in the morning?"
"There wasn't anything to report!"
"Then put that in writing. If you want paying, anyway. If you don't, of course, that's your business."
Leion laughed. "All right. You'll have it, I promise. Now, will you accompany me to the procession or not?"
"I seem to have talked myself into it."
Leion halted and looked up, hearing an unexpected clap of thunder. It was followed by the approaching patter of heavy rain. He hastily put on his hat, which he'd been carelessly carrying rather than wearing, and tugged Tana aside towards the comparative shelter of the houses.
"Leion, what are you doing?"
He blinked. There was no rain. Tana was staring at him as if he had lost his wits. She might have a point. "I thought I heard a storm coming on."
"If you're hoping to make me forget about that report, it isn't going to happen. Imor Ufferden keeps asking me why I can't keep my assets in order."
"I'm not an asset!"
"I couldn't agree more."
Leion cast another puzzled glance upwards, but there was still no sign of any rain. "I'm a consultant," he said, rather absently. "It's not the same. You pay me."
"I do if you provide me with the relevant paperwork."
Leion walked on with her, towards Talgate. "Don't worry. You'll have it first thing in the morning. I've got it done somewhere already. I just forgot I hadn't brought it over. I'm entirely professional, honestly."
"Are you? You can't even seem to tell whether it's raining or not."
Leion held up his hands. "Yes. Fair point. Anyway, I'll leave you here—I'm off to Arna's." He gestured at the road to his right. "But you'll have your report—and I shall call for you the day after tomorrow and we'll watch the procession along with the rest of the masses."
Tana shook her head, striding on with a brief wave in his direction. Leion turned into a side street, wrinkling his forehead in thought. What had just happened? He was sure he had heard thunder and the sound of the rain—and felt the first spots of it on his skin. He twisted around, scowling back the way he had come, but Talgate Street looked much as usual.
"I must be going mad, then," he said. "I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later."
He put it out of his mind, humming under his breath as he headed towards his sister's house. He must have been mistaken.
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Huh, interesting, I guess more of the alternate universe stuff from before?
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Oh, good, that's interesting about Leion.
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Thank you! (What, particularly, is interesting? *eyes*)
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I just love your descriptions of places (and strange weather)! <3
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Aw, thank you! And, hehe, sometimes, when I remember to include any, of course... XD