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rainbowfic2014-08-03 03:38 pm
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Crane White #16, Seafoam #7
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Crane White #16 (summer arrives with a length of light), Seafoam #7 (handprint)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 366
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: The time has come.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Prettor was the first to notice when the water started to recede from the valley. For as long as he had known where the city was, the only part that wasn’t underwater was the very top turret of the palace that was once known as Border Glory.
But that day, there was a second turret, right next to the first, the very top sticking out of the lake that had filled the valley for a thousand years.
“The lake recedes,” he breathlessly told Darmon, after running all the way back through the forest to his friend’s dwelling. “Just like the prophecy foretold.”
“Are you sure?” asked Darmon.
Prettor bit down on the swell of irritation he felt. That damned Darmon, always questioning him, never taking him at his word. “I swear it. I was there with Lollya only a few days ago, and I could not see a second turret. Today I can.”
Darmon frowned. “Why did you take Lollya there?”
Prettor felt like stamping his feet in frustration. Why did Darmon always have to fixate on things that didn’t matter? “Did you hear me? The lake recedes. That can only mean one thing.”
“The savior has been born,” Darmon said, but he sounded reluctant. “Perhaps. I’ll go out there on the morrow and take some measurements, just to be sure.”
Prettor found himself biting his tongue again. “How do we begin searching for him?” he asked. “You know what the prophecy says. Once the waters begin to recede, they will not stop. We must find the savior before the whole city is uncovered.”
“First we make sure that what you think you saw is true,” said Darmon sternly.
“I know what I saw!”
“Patience,” said Darmon, which was his answer to everything.
Prettor waited until Darmon had gone back inside his dwelling before clenching his hands into fists. Darmon could take all the measurements he wanted. Darmon could be patient. He would be patient until they were all dead.
But Prettor intended to get things done.
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Crane White #16 (summer arrives with a length of light), Seafoam #7 (handprint)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 366
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: The time has come.
Note: Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Prettor was the first to notice when the water started to recede from the valley. For as long as he had known where the city was, the only part that wasn’t underwater was the very top turret of the palace that was once known as Border Glory.
But that day, there was a second turret, right next to the first, the very top sticking out of the lake that had filled the valley for a thousand years.
“The lake recedes,” he breathlessly told Darmon, after running all the way back through the forest to his friend’s dwelling. “Just like the prophecy foretold.”
“Are you sure?” asked Darmon.
Prettor bit down on the swell of irritation he felt. That damned Darmon, always questioning him, never taking him at his word. “I swear it. I was there with Lollya only a few days ago, and I could not see a second turret. Today I can.”
Darmon frowned. “Why did you take Lollya there?”
Prettor felt like stamping his feet in frustration. Why did Darmon always have to fixate on things that didn’t matter? “Did you hear me? The lake recedes. That can only mean one thing.”
“The savior has been born,” Darmon said, but he sounded reluctant. “Perhaps. I’ll go out there on the morrow and take some measurements, just to be sure.”
Prettor found himself biting his tongue again. “How do we begin searching for him?” he asked. “You know what the prophecy says. Once the waters begin to recede, they will not stop. We must find the savior before the whole city is uncovered.”
“First we make sure that what you think you saw is true,” said Darmon sternly.
“I know what I saw!”
“Patience,” said Darmon, which was his answer to everything.
Prettor waited until Darmon had gone back inside his dwelling before clenching his hands into fists. Darmon could take all the measurements he wanted. Darmon could be patient. He would be patient until they were all dead.
But Prettor intended to get things done.
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