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rainbowfic2012-01-25 07:11 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-01-25 07:11 pm
Tiffany Blue #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: A Summer Morning in FY 982
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tiffany Blue #4. necklace (it draws the eye)
Supplies and Materials: Paint-by-numbers (from kat), canvas (roughly 4 years prior to the main narrative), miniature collection
Word Count: 495
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz Hantree, Dallu
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I.
Captain Taz Hantree loved the first day in port. It gave her the precious moments alone with her ship that every mage-captain (and most of the non-mage ones) needed from time to time. After that first day, of course, she missed the sweetness of the open water, but for those brief hours, while her crew was mostly gone, the Morning Glory was hers and hers alone.
II.
Dallu felt the people in the crowded market staring at him. Even (or perhaps especially) dressed in Islander clothing--he would have worn his own, but couldn't stand the heat in them--he couldn't help but stand out. His people ran taller and fairer than the natives, after all.
But he was one of those lightning-mages doomed to leave the frozen sanctuaries made just for them, and the part of him bound to that path knew that his ship was just ahead at the end of the dock.
III.
The first thing Taz noticed was a pale hand gripping the rail of her ship. She twined sharp water around her fingers, ready to defend her beloved Glory from the intruder, and crossed the deck to see what the hell a foreign stranger wanted.
"You don't belong here," she said curtly, when the young man's head came into view.
He blinked up at her with wide, cold grey eyes. "But I'm your navigator."
IV.
She was beautiful.
More beautiful than the ice under the magnetic light-storms.
More beautiful than the moment when the midnight sun finally began to set.
More beautiful than the lightning twining around his hands when he shaped a storm.
"I'm your navigator," Dallu repeated, softer, but more sure of himself than ever. I belong with you.
V.
Taz stared back at the ice-man, incredulous. He did have the look of the navigator on Grandfather's home ship, to be sure, but...
"You've the wrong ship," she was forced to admit. "I've been captain only two years. The Glory ain't ready for one've your kind."
He stared up at her with those wide grey eyes a long moment. "I'm your navigator," he repeated, stubbornly. "Will you move so I can come the rest of the way on?"
VI.
Dallu almost didn't expect her to move, but she recovered fast and backed away from the rail so he could pull himself aboard.
Her ship was small, seeming designed more for smuggling than legitimate trading. A clever ship, a sideways thinker, suited in every way, in Dallu's mind, to its beautiful Island captain. He noticed, with a little amusement, that she hadn't gotten rid of the weapon-water twisting around her left hand. Very sharp, and properly cautious, his captain was.
VII.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He blinked, the half-smile dropping a little.
"If you're to be on my ship for the foreseeable future, I've a right to know," she pointed out, dryly.
"Dallu," he finally answered.
"I'm Taz Hantree," she replied, without waiting for him to ask. "I'll show you where you can sleep."
Story: A Summer Morning in FY 982
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Tiffany Blue #4. necklace (it draws the eye)
Supplies and Materials: Paint-by-numbers (from kat), canvas (roughly 4 years prior to the main narrative), miniature collection
Word Count: 495
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz Hantree, Dallu
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
I.
Captain Taz Hantree loved the first day in port. It gave her the precious moments alone with her ship that every mage-captain (and most of the non-mage ones) needed from time to time. After that first day, of course, she missed the sweetness of the open water, but for those brief hours, while her crew was mostly gone, the Morning Glory was hers and hers alone.
II.
Dallu felt the people in the crowded market staring at him. Even (or perhaps especially) dressed in Islander clothing--he would have worn his own, but couldn't stand the heat in them--he couldn't help but stand out. His people ran taller and fairer than the natives, after all.
But he was one of those lightning-mages doomed to leave the frozen sanctuaries made just for them, and the part of him bound to that path knew that his ship was just ahead at the end of the dock.
III.
The first thing Taz noticed was a pale hand gripping the rail of her ship. She twined sharp water around her fingers, ready to defend her beloved Glory from the intruder, and crossed the deck to see what the hell a foreign stranger wanted.
"You don't belong here," she said curtly, when the young man's head came into view.
He blinked up at her with wide, cold grey eyes. "But I'm your navigator."
IV.
She was beautiful.
More beautiful than the ice under the magnetic light-storms.
More beautiful than the moment when the midnight sun finally began to set.
More beautiful than the lightning twining around his hands when he shaped a storm.
"I'm your navigator," Dallu repeated, softer, but more sure of himself than ever. I belong with you.
V.
Taz stared back at the ice-man, incredulous. He did have the look of the navigator on Grandfather's home ship, to be sure, but...
"You've the wrong ship," she was forced to admit. "I've been captain only two years. The Glory ain't ready for one've your kind."
He stared up at her with those wide grey eyes a long moment. "I'm your navigator," he repeated, stubbornly. "Will you move so I can come the rest of the way on?"
VI.
Dallu almost didn't expect her to move, but she recovered fast and backed away from the rail so he could pull himself aboard.
Her ship was small, seeming designed more for smuggling than legitimate trading. A clever ship, a sideways thinker, suited in every way, in Dallu's mind, to its beautiful Island captain. He noticed, with a little amusement, that she hadn't gotten rid of the weapon-water twisting around her left hand. Very sharp, and properly cautious, his captain was.
VII.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He blinked, the half-smile dropping a little.
"If you're to be on my ship for the foreseeable future, I've a right to know," she pointed out, dryly.
"Dallu," he finally answered.
"I'm Taz Hantree," she replied, without waiting for him to ask. "I'll show you where you can sleep."