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rainbowfic2013-03-11 06:19 am
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-03-11 06:19 am
Entry tags:
Fire Opal 4, Zing 6
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Train Ride
Colors: Fire Opal 4. Ardent, Zing 6. I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Charcoal, Pastels: traveling
Word Count: 309
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Kaija is not fond of the Assembly.
"Sovereignty," Kaija muttered. She sat next to Master Dwemer, eyeing the near-empty train car. The trio of alfar with their funny blue-green skin spoke quietly to themselves; a pale human woman slept, her head slumped forward. "We're supposed to get along with people who celebrate the slaughter of our people."
"Indeed," Dwemer said. "They no longer celebrate with a round of executions. This is progress." His mouth set in a mean line. "It has been worse."
"My father used to say that," Kaija said, glaring at the metal floor. "That we should be glad things aren't they way they used to be."
"A common misconception."
Kaija snorted. "You can't tell him that, though. He starts talking about how bad things were in Masaka when he was a boy, how much trouble they have without his precious Assembly to mediate. We're meant to be grateful to pretend that the height of our Talent is exorcism. How lucky we are to hide our true nature from mundane murderers!"
She glanced around the train, grimacing at the echo. The human slept on; two of the three alfar ignored her. The one that didn't, the taller blue one, gave her a look that clearly meant must you? She shrugged at him and looked back to Master Dwemer. His expression was one of... well, it was the way her father looked at her, when she couldn't shut up about her books or asked him to tell her one more story, just one more.
"Your father is an Assembly man," Dwemer said with the slightest hint of amusement.
"Through and through," Kaija said, eyes on the floor again. "I wish you two would meet. You could make him understand."
"Perhaps." Dwemer clasped her shoulder. "Most fear the truth."
Yes. Her father most of all. Kaija closed her eyes, focussing on the clack-clack-clack of the train.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Train Ride
Colors: Fire Opal 4. Ardent, Zing 6. I see you've set aside this time to humiliate yourself in public
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Charcoal, Pastels: traveling
Word Count: 309
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Kaija is not fond of the Assembly.
"Sovereignty," Kaija muttered. She sat next to Master Dwemer, eyeing the near-empty train car. The trio of alfar with their funny blue-green skin spoke quietly to themselves; a pale human woman slept, her head slumped forward. "We're supposed to get along with people who celebrate the slaughter of our people."
"Indeed," Dwemer said. "They no longer celebrate with a round of executions. This is progress." His mouth set in a mean line. "It has been worse."
"My father used to say that," Kaija said, glaring at the metal floor. "That we should be glad things aren't they way they used to be."
"A common misconception."
Kaija snorted. "You can't tell him that, though. He starts talking about how bad things were in Masaka when he was a boy, how much trouble they have without his precious Assembly to mediate. We're meant to be grateful to pretend that the height of our Talent is exorcism. How lucky we are to hide our true nature from mundane murderers!"
She glanced around the train, grimacing at the echo. The human slept on; two of the three alfar ignored her. The one that didn't, the taller blue one, gave her a look that clearly meant must you? She shrugged at him and looked back to Master Dwemer. His expression was one of... well, it was the way her father looked at her, when she couldn't shut up about her books or asked him to tell her one more story, just one more.
"Your father is an Assembly man," Dwemer said with the slightest hint of amusement.
"Through and through," Kaija said, eyes on the floor again. "I wish you two would meet. You could make him understand."
"Perhaps." Dwemer clasped her shoulder. "Most fear the truth."
Yes. Her father most of all. Kaija closed her eyes, focussing on the clack-clack-clack of the train.
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