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rainbowfic2013-07-03 12:33 pm
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Entry tags:
Iceberg #1
Name: dray
Story: Edilion
Colors: Iceberg #1 (Snow)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas; [No Styles Used]
Word Count: 997
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The Iceberg arc is about Fara fa Edilion and family heading up to Navale to meet her father's relatives for the first time, and this is the very beginning of their journey.
Notes: Constructive Criticism is welcome. I'm brand new torainbowfic, so I believe I'll need tags for author: dray and story: edilion.
The girl hanging half out of the carriage was young, an eight-year old on her first trip outside of Edilion. She was already lanky, growing a knuckle-height a day as her father exclaimed every morning, but she possessed a care-free face that wasn't misleading anyone to think she might be older. At this very moment she was gawping upwards, blinking furiously whenever a snowflake caught in her eyes, at the phenomenon that was Sanctuary. Far off up the side of the mountain she could make out the Asandus city, she thought, but moreover nobody could miss the bizarre twisting of the clouds that attempted to push greedily against the western face of the mountains. Fara was struck by a vital sense of awe: though on the weaving road they followed the air was heavy with moisture and fat, sullen flakes of snow, high up on the mountain a massive circle of clear blue sky reigned supreme, though not for the clouds lack of trying. The moment that Fara's father, Baar, had pointed out the phenomenon, Fara had been fascinated.
Her younger cousin seemed unphased, however, and Fara found herself getting tugged at to come back to play. "Not yet," she ignored the hand on her dress hem, "I think I saw some dragons!" When the tugging persisted, Fara smacked at Jael's hand, not bothering to wrench herself back into the carriage.
"You said that five times already," her friend retorted, taking hold of Fara's accidentally proffered hand and only managing to pull off the girl's dove-grey mitten. "Fara, I am bored!"
"Well this time I really did see dragons," Fara replied, squinting to avoid the heavier snow that was beginning to come down. She tugged down her knitted grey cap, pulling it over her dark locks and wiping off a new build-up of snow. "They're up there! They're flying! Look! Oh, look!" Fara was magnanimous enough to make room for the younger freckled girl, but she barely turned her eyes away from the sky. High, high up, just below the nebulous cloud-line, the girls could see the dipping and weaving shapes of flying creatures made small by distance. "Look, there's many!"
"What kinds of dragons are those?" Jael asked, finally catching sight of the pod of creatures. Now both girls were balancing on the open window of the carriage, heads craned up to the mercy of the snowflakes coming down.
Fara thought she might know, but before she could answer, she found a hefty arm pulling her and her cousin inwards all at once. "Dad!" she squealed, horrified by the man's sudden intervention.
"They're not dragons," her father admonished, setting the girls back on their seat as he flipped the window closed again, "they're Asandae, or at least you ought not call them anything else when we're within a stone's throw to their capital."
"But you call them dragons all the time," Fara replied, finally noticing that her hand was bare, and holding it to her mouth to warm it.
Baar laughed. "Fara, I only call them dragons because I have the privilege of being a savage northern Ereveon. You are an Edilion -- you're both Edilions -- so you'll treat our patrons with their due respect at all times. You've got the reverence part down, at least." He tapped Fara's nose, eliciting a strongly distasteful face on her part and a laugh on Jael's. "When we arrive in Navale you'll see all kinds of dr--Asandae, don't you worry."
"Why can't we stop at Sanctuary?" Fara sighed, rolling the heating stone from the center of the carriage lazily with her slipper-covered toes. "I want to meet an Asandus that's not wearing a human shape."
Baar laughed again, settling back on his seat across the carriage and patting his wife's knee in the process. Dodging his girl's question, he instead drawled, "your daughter thinks she's going to be a dragon-speaker, Col'."
"Mm?" The woman turned her gaze away from the book she'd been buried in, turning her piercing gaze on the two girls. "You know that job's very taxing, Fara."
Fara made another face. "I do not want to be a diplomat, I just want to see one up close when it hasn't spelled itself to look like us!"
"It's for the better," Colette replied, oblivious to her daughter's fanciful desires. Setting her book in her lap and priming up for a lecture, she began, "the Asandae provide us with the service of protection and favoured trade, and go so far as to provide an interface within which we can interact on a humane level. Their service requires them to set their ego on the side, Fara, so trust me, you don't want to engage with an Asandus who hasn't taken the time to put on her congenial face."
"You just don't want to get squashed," Baar re-interpreted. He peered through his fingers at his daughter, grinning and pinching forefinger and thumb together as though squashing her head right up until the girl leapt forward, squealing and prying his fingers apart. "Squashed like a grape!"
"Oh Baar," the reprimand was quick and sharp. "Settle down, both of you. We still have a month of this travel and I don't want to be deaf before we even arrive!" Colette picked up her reading again, casting one last glance at Fara. "Play nicely with your cousin, dear."
Father and daughter sighed disconsolately in unison, but given that Colette was lost once again in her reading, there was not much for it. Fara returned to the floor of the carriage, ignoring the smug grin of her cousin as she scooped up the dolls she'd originally been playing with. She cast a look up out the window, hoping for one last glance at the splendid Asandus city, but the snow was coming down hard enough now that all she could see was swirling shades of white and grey.
drayStory: Edilion
Colors: Iceberg #1 (Snow)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas; [No Styles Used]
Word Count: 997
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The Iceberg arc is about Fara fa Edilion and family heading up to Navale to meet her father's relatives for the first time, and this is the very beginning of their journey.
Notes: Constructive Criticism is welcome. I'm brand new to
rainbowfic, so I believe I'll need tags for author: dray and story: edilion.The girl hanging half out of the carriage was young, an eight-year old on her first trip outside of Edilion. She was already lanky, growing a knuckle-height a day as her father exclaimed every morning, but she possessed a care-free face that wasn't misleading anyone to think she might be older. At this very moment she was gawping upwards, blinking furiously whenever a snowflake caught in her eyes, at the phenomenon that was Sanctuary. Far off up the side of the mountain she could make out the Asandus city, she thought, but moreover nobody could miss the bizarre twisting of the clouds that attempted to push greedily against the western face of the mountains. Fara was struck by a vital sense of awe: though on the weaving road they followed the air was heavy with moisture and fat, sullen flakes of snow, high up on the mountain a massive circle of clear blue sky reigned supreme, though not for the clouds lack of trying. The moment that Fara's father, Baar, had pointed out the phenomenon, Fara had been fascinated.
Her younger cousin seemed unphased, however, and Fara found herself getting tugged at to come back to play. "Not yet," she ignored the hand on her dress hem, "I think I saw some dragons!" When the tugging persisted, Fara smacked at Jael's hand, not bothering to wrench herself back into the carriage.
"You said that five times already," her friend retorted, taking hold of Fara's accidentally proffered hand and only managing to pull off the girl's dove-grey mitten. "Fara, I am bored!"
"Well this time I really did see dragons," Fara replied, squinting to avoid the heavier snow that was beginning to come down. She tugged down her knitted grey cap, pulling it over her dark locks and wiping off a new build-up of snow. "They're up there! They're flying! Look! Oh, look!" Fara was magnanimous enough to make room for the younger freckled girl, but she barely turned her eyes away from the sky. High, high up, just below the nebulous cloud-line, the girls could see the dipping and weaving shapes of flying creatures made small by distance. "Look, there's many!"
"What kinds of dragons are those?" Jael asked, finally catching sight of the pod of creatures. Now both girls were balancing on the open window of the carriage, heads craned up to the mercy of the snowflakes coming down.
Fara thought she might know, but before she could answer, she found a hefty arm pulling her and her cousin inwards all at once. "Dad!" she squealed, horrified by the man's sudden intervention.
"They're not dragons," her father admonished, setting the girls back on their seat as he flipped the window closed again, "they're Asandae, or at least you ought not call them anything else when we're within a stone's throw to their capital."
"But you call them dragons all the time," Fara replied, finally noticing that her hand was bare, and holding it to her mouth to warm it.
Baar laughed. "Fara, I only call them dragons because I have the privilege of being a savage northern Ereveon. You are an Edilion -- you're both Edilions -- so you'll treat our patrons with their due respect at all times. You've got the reverence part down, at least." He tapped Fara's nose, eliciting a strongly distasteful face on her part and a laugh on Jael's. "When we arrive in Navale you'll see all kinds of dr--Asandae, don't you worry."
"Why can't we stop at Sanctuary?" Fara sighed, rolling the heating stone from the center of the carriage lazily with her slipper-covered toes. "I want to meet an Asandus that's not wearing a human shape."
Baar laughed again, settling back on his seat across the carriage and patting his wife's knee in the process. Dodging his girl's question, he instead drawled, "your daughter thinks she's going to be a dragon-speaker, Col'."
"Mm?" The woman turned her gaze away from the book she'd been buried in, turning her piercing gaze on the two girls. "You know that job's very taxing, Fara."
Fara made another face. "I do not want to be a diplomat, I just want to see one up close when it hasn't spelled itself to look like us!"
"It's for the better," Colette replied, oblivious to her daughter's fanciful desires. Setting her book in her lap and priming up for a lecture, she began, "the Asandae provide us with the service of protection and favoured trade, and go so far as to provide an interface within which we can interact on a humane level. Their service requires them to set their ego on the side, Fara, so trust me, you don't want to engage with an Asandus who hasn't taken the time to put on her congenial face."
"You just don't want to get squashed," Baar re-interpreted. He peered through his fingers at his daughter, grinning and pinching forefinger and thumb together as though squashing her head right up until the girl leapt forward, squealing and prying his fingers apart. "Squashed like a grape!"
"Oh Baar," the reprimand was quick and sharp. "Settle down, both of you. We still have a month of this travel and I don't want to be deaf before we even arrive!" Colette picked up her reading again, casting one last glance at Fara. "Play nicely with your cousin, dear."
Father and daughter sighed disconsolately in unison, but given that Colette was lost once again in her reading, there was not much for it. Fara returned to the floor of the carriage, ignoring the smug grin of her cousin as she scooped up the dolls she'd originally been playing with. She cast a look up out the window, hoping for one last glance at the splendid Asandus city, but the snow was coming down hard enough now that all she could see was swirling shades of white and grey.
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