April Flowers, Prompt #9: Emancipation
Title: Emancipation
Author: mrstater
Ratings & Warnings: PG-13 for descriptions of slavery
Characters/Pairings: future member of the dy Cazaril family
Prompt: #9, a scene far in the future of the Chalion-verse
Format & Word Count: drabble.5, 150 words
Summary: To right a wrong, a descendant of Lupe dy Cazaril visits the place where his family's story began.
The slightly sweet, piney tang of sanded wood fills his nostrils as he descends into the hold once dominated by the odors of human misery. Once his eyes adjust to the poor light, he notes the incongruity of the light new wood of the rowing benches against the weathered timbers that form the belly of the ship. He bends for closer inspection, half-expecting to see the sepia and rust-colored stains of old blood and filth, the iron shackle cuffs bolted to floorboards and oars, but all is spotless, giving no indication that his forebear might once have languished here, enslaved.
"I trust you find all in keeping with the new treaties, Lord dy Cazaril?" asks the Roknari Prince. "You will report to your Roya that the blight of slavery has been purged from my country?"
Dy Cazaril nods. If only the blight could be, so easily, removed from family memory.
Author: mrstater
Ratings & Warnings: PG-13 for descriptions of slavery
Characters/Pairings: future member of the dy Cazaril family
Prompt: #9, a scene far in the future of the Chalion-verse
Format & Word Count: drabble.5, 150 words
Summary: To right a wrong, a descendant of Lupe dy Cazaril visits the place where his family's story began.
The slightly sweet, piney tang of sanded wood fills his nostrils as he descends into the hold once dominated by the odors of human misery. Once his eyes adjust to the poor light, he notes the incongruity of the light new wood of the rowing benches against the weathered timbers that form the belly of the ship. He bends for closer inspection, half-expecting to see the sepia and rust-colored stains of old blood and filth, the iron shackle cuffs bolted to floorboards and oars, but all is spotless, giving no indication that his forebear might once have languished here, enslaved.
"I trust you find all in keeping with the new treaties, Lord dy Cazaril?" asks the Roknari Prince. "You will report to your Roya that the blight of slavery has been purged from my country?"
Dy Cazaril nods. If only the blight could be, so easily, removed from family memory.