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rainbowfic2013-02-13 09:09 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-02-13 09:09 pm
Dove Grey 25, Bone Black 20, Fire Opal 8
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Adept Vider
Colors: Dove Grey 25. You never had her, so you haven't lost her / like spare house keys; Bone Black 20. All is vanity; Fire Opal 8. Zealot/Zealous
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Seed Beads
Word Count: 730
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A few snapshots of the life of Master Donat Vider. Essentially me figuring this guy out.
Snow was a lovely idea, but it was cold here. The locals gave his dark face and twisted hair strange looks -- stranger still when Donat admitted he was a wizard. He was not yet sure that he agreed with the Assembly or their rules, but yet had the humans threatened him, or asked for ancient knowledge he did not possess. Yet had they screamed, in their hissing gravely language, for his death or his exile.
*
Jiao was not of his land but not of this land, either, brave enough to use her own name instead of the Assembly's. She spoke softly and bowed her head, but her eyes were steel and her soul was fire. She sang him to sleep most nights, pale in the moonlight, glowing in the firelight. She named their son Qiang, and when the Assembly assigned him elsewhere she did not cry.
*
Calliope did not particularly like him, but she was not unkind. They slept in separate rooms in a cold house, coming together only when she was most fertile. He gave her twins, thick and pale and blonde and like him in no way he could see. She did cry at his leaving, strangely and suddenly and without explanation. She did not say goodbye.
*
Opaline grinned like a tiger when they were introduced. They flowed together, a river locked into its course; snapped together like wooden puzzle pieces. Their first was stillborn, and she wept and grew cold and tried still; she returned to life when their second wailed into the world, whole and healthy and unmistakably his.
*
He returned when he was able; Opaline had a second child, not his, then a third. Their Kaija grew, and when her talents were shown to match his, the Assembly told him to stay.
*
Kaija did not like limitations. She did not like it when he told her not to follow the dead; she did not like the word 'duty'. She smiled like the sunrise and called him Daddy at ten, at fifteen, at twenty. He told her stories of his home late into the night, when she was bored of homework, when they went out for lunch.
She did not like it when he told her no.
*
He received news of Jiao's death the day before Qiang found him, scared and angry.
"She refused to help them," he said, none of Jiao's eastern accent in his voice. "I think they killed her."
*
"Who are the Followers of Morgause?"
A cult. A story. Idiots in the city. Backwards idiots in the country. Nothing. An invention of the Court. An invention of the Assembly. A rational counterpoint to Emerism. Our salvation.
In Krixos a wizard named Aldric Dweven told him: "We reject the idea that we must chain ourselves to the human's ideas of good and evil; Morgause did much the same. She was punished for it, as are we; but she was right. As are we."
Donat asked, "Did you kill Jiao Li?" Dweven did not answer and so he asked, standing, fists on the table, "Did you kill the mother of my son?"
Dweven faded into the crowd; Donat searched throughout the night, giving up only when dusk kissed the sky.
*
Qiang would not sit still, would accept no answer. They would pay, they would all pay, Lady strike him down they would pay.
Donat did not know his son yet knew he did not want to lose his son and cautioned him: "Do not stoke your hatred."
"You don't care. You only knew her for a month," Qiang said, and left.
*
"We are not Seers! We don't sit around in robes and commune with the oneness of the whatever, Father, we are necromancers." Kaija closed her fist. "We have power, father. We shouldn't hide it."
Donat reached for her. "The humans--"
"Drown the humans! They're afraid of us because we're better than us! And they should be." Kaija stepped out of his attempted embrace. "I'm sick of this argument. I'm sick of the Assembly telling us to be afraid of chattel. We can be so much more!"
"Where is this coming from?" Donat grasped her shoulder. "Kaija, tell me--"
"You don't understand. I thought you would, but you don't." Tears slipped down her face. "Why can't you see?"
"Kaija, please--"
"Master Dweven understands!"
She slammed the door in his face; when he yanked it open again, she was gone.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Adept Vider
Colors: Dove Grey 25. You never had her, so you haven't lost her / like spare house keys; Bone Black 20. All is vanity; Fire Opal 8. Zealot/Zealous
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Seed Beads
Word Count: 730
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: A few snapshots of the life of Master Donat Vider. Essentially me figuring this guy out.
Snow was a lovely idea, but it was cold here. The locals gave his dark face and twisted hair strange looks -- stranger still when Donat admitted he was a wizard. He was not yet sure that he agreed with the Assembly or their rules, but yet had the humans threatened him, or asked for ancient knowledge he did not possess. Yet had they screamed, in their hissing gravely language, for his death or his exile.
*
Jiao was not of his land but not of this land, either, brave enough to use her own name instead of the Assembly's. She spoke softly and bowed her head, but her eyes were steel and her soul was fire. She sang him to sleep most nights, pale in the moonlight, glowing in the firelight. She named their son Qiang, and when the Assembly assigned him elsewhere she did not cry.
*
Calliope did not particularly like him, but she was not unkind. They slept in separate rooms in a cold house, coming together only when she was most fertile. He gave her twins, thick and pale and blonde and like him in no way he could see. She did cry at his leaving, strangely and suddenly and without explanation. She did not say goodbye.
*
Opaline grinned like a tiger when they were introduced. They flowed together, a river locked into its course; snapped together like wooden puzzle pieces. Their first was stillborn, and she wept and grew cold and tried still; she returned to life when their second wailed into the world, whole and healthy and unmistakably his.
*
He returned when he was able; Opaline had a second child, not his, then a third. Their Kaija grew, and when her talents were shown to match his, the Assembly told him to stay.
*
Kaija did not like limitations. She did not like it when he told her not to follow the dead; she did not like the word 'duty'. She smiled like the sunrise and called him Daddy at ten, at fifteen, at twenty. He told her stories of his home late into the night, when she was bored of homework, when they went out for lunch.
She did not like it when he told her no.
*
He received news of Jiao's death the day before Qiang found him, scared and angry.
"She refused to help them," he said, none of Jiao's eastern accent in his voice. "I think they killed her."
*
"Who are the Followers of Morgause?"
A cult. A story. Idiots in the city. Backwards idiots in the country. Nothing. An invention of the Court. An invention of the Assembly. A rational counterpoint to Emerism. Our salvation.
In Krixos a wizard named Aldric Dweven told him: "We reject the idea that we must chain ourselves to the human's ideas of good and evil; Morgause did much the same. She was punished for it, as are we; but she was right. As are we."
Donat asked, "Did you kill Jiao Li?" Dweven did not answer and so he asked, standing, fists on the table, "Did you kill the mother of my son?"
Dweven faded into the crowd; Donat searched throughout the night, giving up only when dusk kissed the sky.
*
Qiang would not sit still, would accept no answer. They would pay, they would all pay, Lady strike him down they would pay.
Donat did not know his son yet knew he did not want to lose his son and cautioned him: "Do not stoke your hatred."
"You don't care. You only knew her for a month," Qiang said, and left.
*
"We are not Seers! We don't sit around in robes and commune with the oneness of the whatever, Father, we are necromancers." Kaija closed her fist. "We have power, father. We shouldn't hide it."
Donat reached for her. "The humans--"
"Drown the humans! They're afraid of us because we're better than us! And they should be." Kaija stepped out of his attempted embrace. "I'm sick of this argument. I'm sick of the Assembly telling us to be afraid of chattel. We can be so much more!"
"Where is this coming from?" Donat grasped her shoulder. "Kaija, tell me--"
"You don't understand. I thought you would, but you don't." Tears slipped down her face. "Why can't you see?"
"Kaija, please--"
"Master Dweven understands!"
She slammed the door in his face; when he yanked it open again, she was gone.