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rainbowfic2014-03-04 01:06 am
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-03-04 01:06 am
Entry tags:
Daffodil #1, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 13
Name: Greenling
Story: Lords of Rose and Ivy (tentative)
Colors: Daffodil #1 (April showers), #8 (young love), #7 (colors everywhere), #9 (baby animals), #13 (warm breezes), #5 (flowers), #10 (fresh grass), #11 (go exploring)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Daffodils of Wales)
Word Count: 813
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Two small children plus a field of horses. Adorable ensues.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Note: This is another story in another time and place within Lordsverse. Probably not going to continue this one until I get through one of the others, but I've wanted to do Daffodil with these characters for a while, so here's this.
(Also I'm sorry if I've misinterpreted the rules of this challenge, I asked for clarification but it was only recently and I suppose everyone else has been as busy as I have. Don't think I did, but normal nervousness on my part. Anyway fic.)
The first time she saw him, he was a riot of color clinging with one hand to his mother's robes. Her father had told her that they would be having visitors to talk to her mother and Aunt Hippodameia and she would have to dress nicely and play on her own; he hadn't mentioned another child. The boy was small and chubby and round-faced, a little younger than her, and at first she thought his hair was rainbow-colored from all the beads strung through his half-dozen braids. They were all the brighter against his deep-black hair, red and yellow and blue and white, some with stripes like polished stone or glossy wooden grain. His clothes were strikingly odd, a long jacket covered in colorful stitched and beaded designs, soft shoes, and pants. He looked like the marble statues from the city, or a figure from some trader's tale of other lands, and he blushed when he noticed her staring.
Cally fidgeted while the adults talked of business and other boring things, but soon enough they left to wander into some other room, leaving both children behind with an admonition to "get to know each other and play nicely".
"Hello," she said, judging she ought to start. He had a look on his face like a deer about to bolt. "My name is Calliste. Welcome to our home."
The expression on his face didn't change, but he looked up at her at least. "What's your name?"
"Lin," he replied in a quiet voice. His accent was crisp and formal. "Uhm. Thank you."
They were both quiet for a moment. Sounds of conversation filtered into to the wide-open entrance hall on the humid breeze. Put at some small ease, Lin took a few steps to the side and began wandering around, staring at the arches of the ceiling and the mosaic on the floor. Cally wasn't sure what to do with some boy who couldn't have been older than six- which might as well have been a baby to a young woman of eight- so she just followed along behind him and kept an eye out. She had thought all boys were little chatterboxes; she'd never met one around her age who didn't start talking about his hobbies or clothes or other dumb stuff. Maybe boys were different in the land of pants and hair-beads.
"My mother said there were horses," Lin said finally, staring at the ceiling.
Aha. That was a subject she knew something about. "Yeah. We raise a bunch of horses. Fast riding horses, horses for cavalry, work horses..." She grinned with pride. "We raise the best horses on the whole North Coast. Maybe even the continent."
He turned to look at her, and his eyes widened again, this time not with fear. "Wow."
"Do you want to see them? You can feed them if you want. The stablemaster's been teaching me to ride, so I know where the treats are." His eyes got even wider, and so did her grin. "Come on. Take your shoes off and I'll show you."
"The trail isn't paved all the way." She walked over to the corner by the door and kicked off her own woven sandals. "Your shoes are so nice, you'll get them dirty."
"Oh." He copied her; he was wearing white hose under his shoes, but that didn't look half as expensive.
Cally's family's estate sat in a broad valley of waving grass, between a thin old forest and a river, too shallow and seasonal for extensive farming, but enough for animals and plumbing. Daffodils, orchids, allium, lupines, anemones, and irises poked out from corners and beneath trees, filling any space they could find not trod by human or horse. Short rows of almond and olive trees, all in bloom, sat by the path between the forest and the house. Down that path, horses trotted and played in a fenced-in field.
Clouds blew through the greying sky above the stables; Lin stood staring at a huge black mare and her little spotted foal while Cally went to find the apples. He had moved nearly up to the fence by the time she came back.
"Cute, huh?" She called the foal and dam over to the fence and sliced off a chunk for them. A few other horses lifted their heads, smelling the treats. Several of them were heading towards the stables, noticing the incoming rain far before the children did. Cally was too busy feeling proud of herself for showing her mother's guest a good time. "I know this one, she's a big lazy thing. You can pet her, and if she lets you, you might even get to pet him."
Lin giggled behind both his hands as the mare gobbled down the first slice. "They're so pretty."
Cally smiled and sliced off another chunk for him. "Yeah. I like them too."
Story: Lords of Rose and Ivy (tentative)
Colors: Daffodil #1 (April showers), #8 (young love), #7 (colors everywhere), #9 (baby animals), #13 (warm breezes), #5 (flowers), #10 (fresh grass), #11 (go exploring)
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Daffodils of Wales)
Word Count: 813
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Two small children plus a field of horses. Adorable ensues.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Note: This is another story in another time and place within Lordsverse. Probably not going to continue this one until I get through one of the others, but I've wanted to do Daffodil with these characters for a while, so here's this.
(Also I'm sorry if I've misinterpreted the rules of this challenge, I asked for clarification but it was only recently and I suppose everyone else has been as busy as I have. Don't think I did, but normal nervousness on my part. Anyway fic.)
The first time she saw him, he was a riot of color clinging with one hand to his mother's robes. Her father had told her that they would be having visitors to talk to her mother and Aunt Hippodameia and she would have to dress nicely and play on her own; he hadn't mentioned another child. The boy was small and chubby and round-faced, a little younger than her, and at first she thought his hair was rainbow-colored from all the beads strung through his half-dozen braids. They were all the brighter against his deep-black hair, red and yellow and blue and white, some with stripes like polished stone or glossy wooden grain. His clothes were strikingly odd, a long jacket covered in colorful stitched and beaded designs, soft shoes, and pants. He looked like the marble statues from the city, or a figure from some trader's tale of other lands, and he blushed when he noticed her staring.
Cally fidgeted while the adults talked of business and other boring things, but soon enough they left to wander into some other room, leaving both children behind with an admonition to "get to know each other and play nicely".
"Hello," she said, judging she ought to start. He had a look on his face like a deer about to bolt. "My name is Calliste. Welcome to our home."
The expression on his face didn't change, but he looked up at her at least. "What's your name?"
"Lin," he replied in a quiet voice. His accent was crisp and formal. "Uhm. Thank you."
They were both quiet for a moment. Sounds of conversation filtered into to the wide-open entrance hall on the humid breeze. Put at some small ease, Lin took a few steps to the side and began wandering around, staring at the arches of the ceiling and the mosaic on the floor. Cally wasn't sure what to do with some boy who couldn't have been older than six- which might as well have been a baby to a young woman of eight- so she just followed along behind him and kept an eye out. She had thought all boys were little chatterboxes; she'd never met one around her age who didn't start talking about his hobbies or clothes or other dumb stuff. Maybe boys were different in the land of pants and hair-beads.
"My mother said there were horses," Lin said finally, staring at the ceiling.
Aha. That was a subject she knew something about. "Yeah. We raise a bunch of horses. Fast riding horses, horses for cavalry, work horses..." She grinned with pride. "We raise the best horses on the whole North Coast. Maybe even the continent."
He turned to look at her, and his eyes widened again, this time not with fear. "Wow."
"Do you want to see them? You can feed them if you want. The stablemaster's been teaching me to ride, so I know where the treats are." His eyes got even wider, and so did her grin. "Come on. Take your shoes off and I'll show you."
"The trail isn't paved all the way." She walked over to the corner by the door and kicked off her own woven sandals. "Your shoes are so nice, you'll get them dirty."
"Oh." He copied her; he was wearing white hose under his shoes, but that didn't look half as expensive.
Cally's family's estate sat in a broad valley of waving grass, between a thin old forest and a river, too shallow and seasonal for extensive farming, but enough for animals and plumbing. Daffodils, orchids, allium, lupines, anemones, and irises poked out from corners and beneath trees, filling any space they could find not trod by human or horse. Short rows of almond and olive trees, all in bloom, sat by the path between the forest and the house. Down that path, horses trotted and played in a fenced-in field.
Clouds blew through the greying sky above the stables; Lin stood staring at a huge black mare and her little spotted foal while Cally went to find the apples. He had moved nearly up to the fence by the time she came back.
"Cute, huh?" She called the foal and dam over to the fence and sliced off a chunk for them. A few other horses lifted their heads, smelling the treats. Several of them were heading towards the stables, noticing the incoming rain far before the children did. Cally was too busy feeling proud of herself for showing her mother's guest a good time. "I know this one, she's a big lazy thing. You can pet her, and if she lets you, you might even get to pet him."
Lin giggled behind both his hands as the mare gobbled down the first slice. "They're so pretty."
Cally smiled and sliced off another chunk for him. "Yeah. I like them too."
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Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed the description, it's always a little difficult to write something in a new story with new characters.