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rainbowfic2013-03-08 11:24 pm
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Old Lace #4, Dove White #16, Dove Grey #30
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Calming Nerves
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #4. Sunday dawned, dark and sullen, with an overcast sky and the threatenings of thunder in the air., Dove White #16. A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love., Dove Grey #30. The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, canvas (968 FY), brush (indoctrinate), fabric, seed beads
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sola, Keta
Warnings: Frank discussion of what to expect on one's wedding night
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The sun didn't rise on Keta's wedding day. Well, it did, of course, she just couldn't see it. It was a stormy, ugly morning, and it made her more nervous than she really thought she should be. She was, after all, marrying a wonderful man who suited her in any way and would be kind and gentle and...
She took a deep breath and rested her forehead on her windowpane.
Someone tapped at her door and she jumped. "Just a moment," she said, and scrambled to pull on her dressing gown. No one would come here who shouldn't see her in that level of deshabille--just her family and their personal staff.
It was Sola, enormously pregnant and obviously happy, with a handful of slightly-damp fresh flowers. "Good morning," she said.
"Good morning," Keta echoed, and stepped back to make sure her sister had room to get in.
"I thought you might want something cheerful this morning," Sola said, brightly. "With the weather and all."
Keta flushed. "Thank you. Set them down wherever you like, I have a vase here somewhere..."
Sola set them on the desk and found a seat with a faint sort of 'oof' noise. "It's all right that you're nervous, you know," she said, when Keta re-emerged with a slightly chipped vase Mada had made.
Keta felt her cheeks burn even hotter, and she dropped her eyes, focusing on making sure the flowers looked nice in the vace. "I'm not," she insisted, a little half-heartedly.
"It's storming, you're getting married today, and you have to do it in front of the entire court," Sola said, wryly. "I was nervous, and I enjoy being in the public eye."
She blinked, and looked over at her sister. "You were?"
Sola nodded. "You're hiding it better than I did, actually," she said, thoughtfully. "I was near hysterical until Mamma and Deva calmed me down. And I had perfect weather, too."
Keta did remember that part. "Oh."
"You'll be lovely," Sola said. "And you'll be happy, I know you will. He suits you, the same way mine suits me."
Keta stared determinedly down at the flowers. "I know he does. It's...I shouldn't be nervous, it's foolish."
"No, it's not," Sola said, then paused a moment. "Has Mother discussed what you should expect?"
She shook her head mutely.
"It won't be pleasant," her sister said, frankly. "Not the first time, and perhaps not for a while after. It depends on how well you two fit together--I don't mean in your personalities, I mean in your bodies."
Keta jerked a little and stared at Sola. She certainly hadn't been expecting this.
Sola smiled. "You should be prepared. You're not as small as I am, but...that matters. Not that it can't be unpleasant for larger women, I'm sure, but..."
If her face were any redder, Keta was positive she would actually be on fire.
"In any case," Sola said, "the first time likely won't be pleasant. But it's all right for you to tell him if it hurts. I'd suggest you experiment, find what makes it nice for you. It's easy for men, and yours is easy-going enough that he shouldn't argue with you too much about it. Don't let him just go in and out with no regard to your f--"
"Sola," Keta finally gasped out. "I...i-is this really..."
"All right," Sola said, with a faint laugh. "I'll stop. But...try to remember this. And that it's all right to be nervous, but it will pass, and you'll learn how it can be wonderful. Not just the consummation, but the marriage as a whole."
Keta dropped her eyes. "I...I know that..."
"And when you're in front of everyone later, just focus on his face," Sola said, shifting to something more practical and less embarrassing. "And count."
"Count?"
"Yes. That's what I did. I counted my steps, I counted the panes of glass in the window. It gave me something to focus on so I wouldn't betray how nervous I felt."
Keta considered that for a moment, and nodded. "I'll...I'll try that. Thank you."
Sola levered herself up out of her chair, and Keta went to help her. "Thank you," Sola said, with her sweetest smile. "And who knows? Maybe by this afternoon, it'll clear up."
"I hope so..."
Sola kissed Keta's cheek lightly. "Remember that you are lovely, and marrying a man who is perfect for you. And if it turns out he isn't, you can come stay with me for a few days. My rooms are always open to you."
Keta flushed, and awkwardly hugged her sister. "I will. Thank you."
"Good luck," Sola said, after hugging her back, then left her to get ready.
It was still storming, and...well, Sola hadn't exactly made her less nervous about tonight, but...
If nothing else, she was less nervous about everything between then and now. It might not be the most auspicious start ever for a marriage, but it was something.
Keta smiled slightly, at the flowers her sister had brought, then sat down at her vanity and began brushing out her hair.
Story: Calming Nerves
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Old Lace #4. Sunday dawned, dark and sullen, with an overcast sky and the threatenings of thunder in the air., Dove White #16. A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love., Dove Grey #30. The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Supplies and Materials: tapestry, bichromatic, canvas (968 FY), brush (indoctrinate), fabric, seed beads
Word Count: 855
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sola, Keta
Warnings: Frank discussion of what to expect on one's wedding night
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
The sun didn't rise on Keta's wedding day. Well, it did, of course, she just couldn't see it. It was a stormy, ugly morning, and it made her more nervous than she really thought she should be. She was, after all, marrying a wonderful man who suited her in any way and would be kind and gentle and...
She took a deep breath and rested her forehead on her windowpane.
Someone tapped at her door and she jumped. "Just a moment," she said, and scrambled to pull on her dressing gown. No one would come here who shouldn't see her in that level of deshabille--just her family and their personal staff.
It was Sola, enormously pregnant and obviously happy, with a handful of slightly-damp fresh flowers. "Good morning," she said.
"Good morning," Keta echoed, and stepped back to make sure her sister had room to get in.
"I thought you might want something cheerful this morning," Sola said, brightly. "With the weather and all."
Keta flushed. "Thank you. Set them down wherever you like, I have a vase here somewhere..."
Sola set them on the desk and found a seat with a faint sort of 'oof' noise. "It's all right that you're nervous, you know," she said, when Keta re-emerged with a slightly chipped vase Mada had made.
Keta felt her cheeks burn even hotter, and she dropped her eyes, focusing on making sure the flowers looked nice in the vace. "I'm not," she insisted, a little half-heartedly.
"It's storming, you're getting married today, and you have to do it in front of the entire court," Sola said, wryly. "I was nervous, and I enjoy being in the public eye."
She blinked, and looked over at her sister. "You were?"
Sola nodded. "You're hiding it better than I did, actually," she said, thoughtfully. "I was near hysterical until Mamma and Deva calmed me down. And I had perfect weather, too."
Keta did remember that part. "Oh."
"You'll be lovely," Sola said. "And you'll be happy, I know you will. He suits you, the same way mine suits me."
Keta stared determinedly down at the flowers. "I know he does. It's...I shouldn't be nervous, it's foolish."
"No, it's not," Sola said, then paused a moment. "Has Mother discussed what you should expect?"
She shook her head mutely.
"It won't be pleasant," her sister said, frankly. "Not the first time, and perhaps not for a while after. It depends on how well you two fit together--I don't mean in your personalities, I mean in your bodies."
Keta jerked a little and stared at Sola. She certainly hadn't been expecting this.
Sola smiled. "You should be prepared. You're not as small as I am, but...that matters. Not that it can't be unpleasant for larger women, I'm sure, but..."
If her face were any redder, Keta was positive she would actually be on fire.
"In any case," Sola said, "the first time likely won't be pleasant. But it's all right for you to tell him if it hurts. I'd suggest you experiment, find what makes it nice for you. It's easy for men, and yours is easy-going enough that he shouldn't argue with you too much about it. Don't let him just go in and out with no regard to your f--"
"Sola," Keta finally gasped out. "I...i-is this really..."
"All right," Sola said, with a faint laugh. "I'll stop. But...try to remember this. And that it's all right to be nervous, but it will pass, and you'll learn how it can be wonderful. Not just the consummation, but the marriage as a whole."
Keta dropped her eyes. "I...I know that..."
"And when you're in front of everyone later, just focus on his face," Sola said, shifting to something more practical and less embarrassing. "And count."
"Count?"
"Yes. That's what I did. I counted my steps, I counted the panes of glass in the window. It gave me something to focus on so I wouldn't betray how nervous I felt."
Keta considered that for a moment, and nodded. "I'll...I'll try that. Thank you."
Sola levered herself up out of her chair, and Keta went to help her. "Thank you," Sola said, with her sweetest smile. "And who knows? Maybe by this afternoon, it'll clear up."
"I hope so..."
Sola kissed Keta's cheek lightly. "Remember that you are lovely, and marrying a man who is perfect for you. And if it turns out he isn't, you can come stay with me for a few days. My rooms are always open to you."
Keta flushed, and awkwardly hugged her sister. "I will. Thank you."
"Good luck," Sola said, after hugging her back, then left her to get ready.
It was still storming, and...well, Sola hadn't exactly made her less nervous about tonight, but...
If nothing else, she was less nervous about everything between then and now. It might not be the most auspicious start ever for a marriage, but it was something.
Keta smiled slightly, at the flowers her sister had brought, then sat down at her vanity and began brushing out her hair.