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rainbowfic2014-07-08 11:01 pm
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Bistre #18, English Red #7, English Green #6
Name: shadowsong26
Story: The Storm
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #18. Genius requires an audience., English Red #7. I will praise any man that will praise me. (Antony and Cleopatra, II.vi), English Green #6. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. (Cymbeline, I.iv)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, graffiti (Lillith Fair, with reference to this), canvas (975 FY), watercolors, pastels (my current gen + romance card I4, "a favorite relative"), novelty beads
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Kes
Warnings: Oblique references to Unthreaded prejudices in the Islands.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"So, are you comin' with me, or what?"
Kes tilted her head, considering. Taz had, in two short years, built herself one hell of a reputation on her ship--but reputation meant backbiting, especially when you're coming from nothing and rising to everything. It always had, for Taz, who wasn't exactly ambitious, she just liked to have fun and be good at things. And Taz was good at a lot of things, things that mattered on a ship--charming and gregarious, strong and smart, sarcastic and generous and protective and fierce when she was cornered.
But Kes was pretty sure that Taz was sort of lonely, on her ship. They'd talked about it, before, how it would be the two of them against the world, proving that two nothing girls from a nothing, Unthreaded line, could take the Islands by storm. They were the storm, air and water and Taz's impulses and Kes's logic, Taz's charm and Kes's tact, their shared power and devotion. And she was fifteen now, old enough to follow her sister into their future. She knew that, more than anything, her sister wanted that. That shared, brilliant future.
And maybe Mamma was right, that Kes would never shine with Taz hanging over her, but, the truth was, Kes didn't want her own glory--not if she couldn't share it with her half-wild, passionate older sister. Not if they couldn't be a tempest--a freaking hurricane.
So she tilted her head, and grinned in an imitation of her sister, and said, "Did you really doubt me?"
Taz hugged her tight. "You're gonna love the Star. Come on!"
Laughing, Kes followed her into the future.
Story: The Storm
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #18. Genius requires an audience., English Red #7. I will praise any man that will praise me. (Antony and Cleopatra, II.vi), English Green #6. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. (Cymbeline, I.iv)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, graffiti (Lillith Fair, with reference to this), canvas (975 FY), watercolors, pastels (my current gen + romance card I4, "a favorite relative"), novelty beads
Word Count: 277
Rating: PG
Characters: Taz, Kes
Warnings: Oblique references to Unthreaded prejudices in the Islands.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
"So, are you comin' with me, or what?"
Kes tilted her head, considering. Taz had, in two short years, built herself one hell of a reputation on her ship--but reputation meant backbiting, especially when you're coming from nothing and rising to everything. It always had, for Taz, who wasn't exactly ambitious, she just liked to have fun and be good at things. And Taz was good at a lot of things, things that mattered on a ship--charming and gregarious, strong and smart, sarcastic and generous and protective and fierce when she was cornered.
But Kes was pretty sure that Taz was sort of lonely, on her ship. They'd talked about it, before, how it would be the two of them against the world, proving that two nothing girls from a nothing, Unthreaded line, could take the Islands by storm. They were the storm, air and water and Taz's impulses and Kes's logic, Taz's charm and Kes's tact, their shared power and devotion. And she was fifteen now, old enough to follow her sister into their future. She knew that, more than anything, her sister wanted that. That shared, brilliant future.
And maybe Mamma was right, that Kes would never shine with Taz hanging over her, but, the truth was, Kes didn't want her own glory--not if she couldn't share it with her half-wild, passionate older sister. Not if they couldn't be a tempest--a freaking hurricane.
So she tilted her head, and grinned in an imitation of her sister, and said, "Did you really doubt me?"
Taz hugged her tight. "You're gonna love the Star. Come on!"
Laughing, Kes followed her into the future.
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Yeah, Kes is totally uninterested in getting out from under Taz's shadow at this point. Their mother's right, that she won't reach her full potential until they're blazing their own trails, but Kes doesn't care.
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Kes and Taz are really close, especially when they were working together.
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So, I did. And now my cat is very afraid.
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Aww, poor scared kitty XD