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Mystic Beach Blue #2, Wizard #18
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Mystic Beach Blue #2 (here), Wizard #18 (History of Magic)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection, Canvas (for first four sections), Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 459
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: A long-standing question.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“What’s across the sea?” Edward asked Ana, as they stood on the shore and watched the gray water roll beneath a matching sky.
“There’s nothing across the sea,” said Ana. “Come now, we’ve left the shop standing empty too long.”
She left, but he stayed, contemplating the sound of crashing waves.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked his mother, one of the few times she stayed for more than one day.
“More of the same,” said his mother. “It’s all the same, this world.”
The sigh did not sound like her, and when he glanced over she didn’t look like her: her usually carefully coiffed hair whipping across her cheeks in the wind, her arms at her sides and slack in sadness, her eyes far away like she wasn’t seeing the sea at all.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked one of the merchants who came through his tavern, because he figured if anyone knew, the merchants would.
“I ain’t never been,” the merchant replied. “But there’s been some, and they all come back with tales of monsters, half-men and half-animal. That’s if they come back at all.”
That night Edward dreamed of horse-men and dog-men and maybe even fish-men, and thought he would very much like to meet them.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked the priest the night before he was to leave for his apprenticeship. Not across the sea, but still far away.
“Another land, another people,” said the priest. “Some say the people we came from, before our ancestors’ boats journeyed here.”
It wasn’t the only reason Edward couldn’t sleep that night, but priest’s words stuck in his mind. If his ancestors had crossed on boats, driven by curiosity and perseverance, didn’t that mean he was destined to do the same?
#
“What’s across the sea?” Hopina asked him once, her head balanced on his thigh, and it was so dangerous, if someone should see them like that...but everything was still innocent, so he allowed it.
And he told her every merchant’s tale he had ever heard about the wonders across the sea, and he may have led her to believe that he had been himself, but it was just a story and that was all Hopina would ever know of the world, so it was okay.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he muttered to himself as he stood on the prow of the ship, right at the very front, at that moment as far west as he had ever been.
The sea answered with its crashing waves, blue today under the clear spring sky. It answered with the calling of circling seagulls. It answered with its beckoning depths, and its answer was Come and see.
“I am,” said Edward.
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Mystic Beach Blue #2 (here), Wizard #18 (History of Magic)
Styles/Supplies: Miniature Collection, Canvas (for first four sections), Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 459
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: A long-standing question.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
“What’s across the sea?” Edward asked Ana, as they stood on the shore and watched the gray water roll beneath a matching sky.
“There’s nothing across the sea,” said Ana. “Come now, we’ve left the shop standing empty too long.”
She left, but he stayed, contemplating the sound of crashing waves.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked his mother, one of the few times she stayed for more than one day.
“More of the same,” said his mother. “It’s all the same, this world.”
The sigh did not sound like her, and when he glanced over she didn’t look like her: her usually carefully coiffed hair whipping across her cheeks in the wind, her arms at her sides and slack in sadness, her eyes far away like she wasn’t seeing the sea at all.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked one of the merchants who came through his tavern, because he figured if anyone knew, the merchants would.
“I ain’t never been,” the merchant replied. “But there’s been some, and they all come back with tales of monsters, half-men and half-animal. That’s if they come back at all.”
That night Edward dreamed of horse-men and dog-men and maybe even fish-men, and thought he would very much like to meet them.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he asked the priest the night before he was to leave for his apprenticeship. Not across the sea, but still far away.
“Another land, another people,” said the priest. “Some say the people we came from, before our ancestors’ boats journeyed here.”
It wasn’t the only reason Edward couldn’t sleep that night, but priest’s words stuck in his mind. If his ancestors had crossed on boats, driven by curiosity and perseverance, didn’t that mean he was destined to do the same?
#
“What’s across the sea?” Hopina asked him once, her head balanced on his thigh, and it was so dangerous, if someone should see them like that...but everything was still innocent, so he allowed it.
And he told her every merchant’s tale he had ever heard about the wonders across the sea, and he may have led her to believe that he had been himself, but it was just a story and that was all Hopina would ever know of the world, so it was okay.
#
“What’s across the sea?” he muttered to himself as he stood on the prow of the ship, right at the very front, at that moment as far west as he had ever been.
The sea answered with its crashing waves, blue today under the clear spring sky. It answered with the calling of circling seagulls. It answered with its beckoning depths, and its answer was Come and see.
“I am,” said Edward.
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His mother's section makes me wonder if her world-traveler brought her to a different world and now she can't go home.
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Thanks for reading!