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rainbowfic2013-07-08 12:59 pm
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Iceberg #5, True Blue #6
Name: dray
Story: Edilion
Colors: Iceberg #5 (Holidays), True Blue #6 (Childhood Friends)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Brush (Esplande), Stain ("I must take issue with the term 'a mere child,' for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult." -Fran Lebowitz), Glue ("Irrepressible Uranus squares the radiant Sun in your sign today, provoking you to come out of your shell. You aren't overly concerned about other people's reactions now because you believe you can be yourself without being judged. Although expressing yourself spontaneously is refreshing, you still could do something foolish if you don't consider how you might feel later. It's great to show your true colors, but think before you act."); Miniature Collection
Word Count: 766
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Fara spends some time with her father, Baar.
Notes: Comments and critique are always welcome!
It had only been a couple of hours after they had set foot on the Cuper Lodge grounds, and Fara's time with uncle had come to an end. He had ordered a delicious, simple lunch for the freshly-arrived Edilions and fallen immediately into a hushed conversation with Fara's mother, Colette. Thusly preoccupied, Fara was left to answer questions her father posed: What did she want to do next? Fara looked her uncle's way, wishing he'd been the one to ask. "I want to see the city," she finally decided. "The whole thing."
Jael had been too tired, the disloyal girl. Not only had Uncle Saum and Fara's mother whisked off into the lodge for meetings, but the young freckled girl had begged to see her room. Fara and her father were left to wander the Lodge grounds, but they were apt to rove far further than that! "Ah, you have no idea, Fara," Baar told her. "It's been a long time since I've set foot on these flagstones."
"Everything is so colourful," Fara observed.
"You should see it during the festival of lights," Baar replied. "Want to see the stable?"
The Lodge hosted a stable that made Fara's jaw drop. It was more a collection of brightly painted buildings, one for storage of carriages, one a warehouse of various supplies, and the last -- and best -- smelling of hay and horse and hard work. Baar inhaled deeply, hands on his hips. "This was my favourite place in Avengaea," he waxed. "I started so many journeys from this very spot." Leading Fara as though by rote, he paused over one fence in particular, now empty. "Ah, Chaukus." Big knuckles wrapped unnibbled wood. "I half-hoped he'd still be here."
Fara fit snugly at the front of the saddle atop the towering horse they shared. "She's no Chaukus," Baar lamented, "but she's got Chaukus' blood in her. The Cuper-bloods," he explained as they cantered beyond the Lodge, "have to carry huge loads, forge against the coldest storms, and defend their partners from harm. Everion is a bitter place, but one of the richest."
"Does Senka fight?" Fara oggled foreward at the muscular neck and short ruff of their steed.
"Ha! Only for our side," Baar laughed. He whumped the horse's neck for emphasis, and the resulting whicker was completely amenable.
Fara could not stop sniffing. Beyond the general stuffiness of her nose the scent of sea salt rose like a wall to greet them as they descended the long road down to the harbour-side esplande. She grasped the horn of the saddle as her father dismounted, grabbing for him as he helped her do the same. Senka was tied up to the nearby post and the two made their way down over the strange softness of snow and sand combined. She wished she could take it in forever: the grey and white that stretched into eternity held her fast.
"Do any of the Cupers sail?" Fara wanted to know.
"Not many," Baar replied. They sat on a bench looking out over the water. Fara cuddled up against him, was glad for the warmth of his arm over her shoulders. "The Daemon Isles are filled with dangerous people. We're from the north, we know it better."
"What kinds of dangerous people?" Fara frowned, looking out over the water.
"Oh, pirates, daemons. Both."
Fara shivered.
They spent nearly an hour by the water before Fara wanted to know if they could explore the rest of the city. "I thought I saw a market!"
"Oh yes," her father drawled, laughing. "Of course you'd like to shop, wouldn't you?"
Fara thumped his arm, excited and sheepish. "I want to bring Jael back something nice!"
"It's a long ride," Baar intoned, "we'll have to be back for supper."
"I'm not hungry!" his daughter exclaimed.
"Oh, well that makes one of us. You know Navale's market makes the best fried fish north of the Horn Coast?"
"Ooh, yum!"
They returned to the Lodge hours after dark, stuffed and belabouring Senka under little packages collected in haphazard knots of string. They'd missed supper, but that hadn't mattered: the Cupers hadn't pressed open their meeting room doors for hours. Jael was fairly clawing at the walls when Fara found her.
"You're back!"
"I brought presents!"
"You were gone forever!"
Fara bumped the heavy door closed behind her. "Look," she drawled, dangling a box by a string. "I got you something."
Jael dropped her prepared argument. Parchment flew. "A hat!"
"For your doll!"
Next came the best hug ever.
drayStory: Edilion
Colors: Iceberg #5 (Holidays), True Blue #6 (Childhood Friends)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Brush (Esplande), Stain ("I must take issue with the term 'a mere child,' for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely preferable to that of a mere adult." -Fran Lebowitz), Glue ("Irrepressible Uranus squares the radiant Sun in your sign today, provoking you to come out of your shell. You aren't overly concerned about other people's reactions now because you believe you can be yourself without being judged. Although expressing yourself spontaneously is refreshing, you still could do something foolish if you don't consider how you might feel later. It's great to show your true colors, but think before you act."); Miniature Collection
Word Count: 766
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Fara spends some time with her father, Baar.
Notes: Comments and critique are always welcome!
It had only been a couple of hours after they had set foot on the Cuper Lodge grounds, and Fara's time with uncle had come to an end. He had ordered a delicious, simple lunch for the freshly-arrived Edilions and fallen immediately into a hushed conversation with Fara's mother, Colette. Thusly preoccupied, Fara was left to answer questions her father posed: What did she want to do next? Fara looked her uncle's way, wishing he'd been the one to ask. "I want to see the city," she finally decided. "The whole thing."
Jael had been too tired, the disloyal girl. Not only had Uncle Saum and Fara's mother whisked off into the lodge for meetings, but the young freckled girl had begged to see her room. Fara and her father were left to wander the Lodge grounds, but they were apt to rove far further than that! "Ah, you have no idea, Fara," Baar told her. "It's been a long time since I've set foot on these flagstones."
"Everything is so colourful," Fara observed.
"You should see it during the festival of lights," Baar replied. "Want to see the stable?"
The Lodge hosted a stable that made Fara's jaw drop. It was more a collection of brightly painted buildings, one for storage of carriages, one a warehouse of various supplies, and the last -- and best -- smelling of hay and horse and hard work. Baar inhaled deeply, hands on his hips. "This was my favourite place in Avengaea," he waxed. "I started so many journeys from this very spot." Leading Fara as though by rote, he paused over one fence in particular, now empty. "Ah, Chaukus." Big knuckles wrapped unnibbled wood. "I half-hoped he'd still be here."
Fara fit snugly at the front of the saddle atop the towering horse they shared. "She's no Chaukus," Baar lamented, "but she's got Chaukus' blood in her. The Cuper-bloods," he explained as they cantered beyond the Lodge, "have to carry huge loads, forge against the coldest storms, and defend their partners from harm. Everion is a bitter place, but one of the richest."
"Does Senka fight?" Fara oggled foreward at the muscular neck and short ruff of their steed.
"Ha! Only for our side," Baar laughed. He whumped the horse's neck for emphasis, and the resulting whicker was completely amenable.
Fara could not stop sniffing. Beyond the general stuffiness of her nose the scent of sea salt rose like a wall to greet them as they descended the long road down to the harbour-side esplande. She grasped the horn of the saddle as her father dismounted, grabbing for him as he helped her do the same. Senka was tied up to the nearby post and the two made their way down over the strange softness of snow and sand combined. She wished she could take it in forever: the grey and white that stretched into eternity held her fast.
"Do any of the Cupers sail?" Fara wanted to know.
"Not many," Baar replied. They sat on a bench looking out over the water. Fara cuddled up against him, was glad for the warmth of his arm over her shoulders. "The Daemon Isles are filled with dangerous people. We're from the north, we know it better."
"What kinds of dangerous people?" Fara frowned, looking out over the water.
"Oh, pirates, daemons. Both."
Fara shivered.
They spent nearly an hour by the water before Fara wanted to know if they could explore the rest of the city. "I thought I saw a market!"
"Oh yes," her father drawled, laughing. "Of course you'd like to shop, wouldn't you?"
Fara thumped his arm, excited and sheepish. "I want to bring Jael back something nice!"
"It's a long ride," Baar intoned, "we'll have to be back for supper."
"I'm not hungry!" his daughter exclaimed.
"Oh, well that makes one of us. You know Navale's market makes the best fried fish north of the Horn Coast?"
"Ooh, yum!"
They returned to the Lodge hours after dark, stuffed and belabouring Senka under little packages collected in haphazard knots of string. They'd missed supper, but that hadn't mattered: the Cupers hadn't pressed open their meeting room doors for hours. Jael was fairly clawing at the walls when Fara found her.
"You're back!"
"I brought presents!"
"You were gone forever!"
Fara bumped the heavy door closed behind her. "Look," she drawled, dangling a box by a string. "I got you something."
Jael dropped her prepared argument. Parchment flew. "A hat!"
"For your doll!"
Next came the best hug ever.
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Hoping that after this one day Colette's lightened up some, though--looks like she's the only one not really fond of traveling, given your past few stories. :)
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It's cool! You'll get the hang of it. If this happens again, just let us know, and we'll go ahead and fix it when one of us has a chance.
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