shadowsong26 (
shadowsong26) wrote in
rainbowfic2013-10-15 09:30 pm
Spilt Ink #25, Dirt Brown #13, Mikado Yellow #12
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Admitting It
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Spilt Ink #25. No storm is so bad that you can't learn something from it. You can grow in a storm. You can thrive. Rain cleans the air., Dirt Brown #13. Night, Mikado Yellow #12. I've a pretty taste for paradox.
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, bichromatic, frame, novelty beads ("Ah Mary", Grace Potter and the Nocturnals)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke
Warnings: References to parental death/murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Riluke is a great deal like her aunt. Both have a natural talent and superb skill for reading and manipulating people. Both use that skill every day, to further their nation’s interests—and their own. Each is fiercely protective of the people she values. Neither is afraid to get her hands dirty when the situation warrants it.
Years after her father’s murder, after working closely with Kesshare, Riluke grudgingly admits the similarity, and will even own that there is much in her aunt to be admired, if never loved.
But only to herself, whispered in the dark of the night.
Story: Admitting It
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Spilt Ink #25. No storm is so bad that you can't learn something from it. You can grow in a storm. You can thrive. Rain cleans the air., Dirt Brown #13. Night, Mikado Yellow #12. I've a pretty taste for paradox.
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, bichromatic, frame, novelty beads ("Ah Mary", Grace Potter and the Nocturnals)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Riluke
Warnings: References to parental death/murder
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Riluke is a great deal like her aunt. Both have a natural talent and superb skill for reading and manipulating people. Both use that skill every day, to further their nation’s interests—and their own. Each is fiercely protective of the people she values. Neither is afraid to get her hands dirty when the situation warrants it.
Years after her father’s murder, after working closely with Kesshare, Riluke grudgingly admits the similarity, and will even own that there is much in her aunt to be admired, if never loved.
But only to herself, whispered in the dark of the night.

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Riluke doesn't. But I do, too. ^^