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rainbowfic2012-08-26 10:38 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-26 10:38 pm
Heart Gold #21, Sapphire #7, Isabelline #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Opal Eyes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #21. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. - Helen Keller, Sapphire #7. opal, Isabelline #4. Mama was a mermaid and a Carnaby Street gal
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, frame (994 FY), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Dallu, Selti
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get an Isabelline color tag, please?
Dallu slowly ghosted one finger down the sleeping baby's cheek. His baby, and Taz's, a little of him and a little of her, and so small and new, full of potential like the most awe-inspiring thunderstorm he'd ever seen.
Her eyes fluttered open--his eyes, icy blue, but they stood out--she was almost as dark as her mother, except those opal eyes. He smiled, humming softly, trying to soothe her back to sleep.
They drifted shut again, fine dark lashes resting on the baby-soft cheek.
She was one week old today, and every day Dallu found her more precious.
Story: Opal Eyes
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #21. The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. - Helen Keller, Sapphire #7. opal, Isabelline #4. Mama was a mermaid and a Carnaby Street gal
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, frame (994 FY), yarn, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Dallu, Selti
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Could I get an Isabelline color tag, please?
Dallu slowly ghosted one finger down the sleeping baby's cheek. His baby, and Taz's, a little of him and a little of her, and so small and new, full of potential like the most awe-inspiring thunderstorm he'd ever seen.
Her eyes fluttered open--his eyes, icy blue, but they stood out--she was almost as dark as her mother, except those opal eyes. He smiled, humming softly, trying to soothe her back to sleep.
They drifted shut again, fine dark lashes resting on the baby-soft cheek.
She was one week old today, and every day Dallu found her more precious.
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