Original: Poise
Title: Poise [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Dree
Rating: G
Summary: Failure isn't a word she knows...
Warning: not long after Waiting for a Sign *Written for Random Madess at writerverse. Prompt: "You had to give her credit for poise." (The Wicked Will Rise by Danielle Paige, page 87)
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Disney characters belong to Disney, their authors, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
The day Dree was told that the crown was hers, she had thrown up.
Granted, the amount of drugs being pumped into her system to stave off infections and dull the pain was enough to put down an entire herd of Kalorian elephants.
Regardless of her health, there was chaos to be dealt with. The people needed to see that someone, anyone, was in charge. Everyone had lost someone, something… everything.
There had been offers to let someone else take command; to pass 'ownership' of the planet and people to the Council - which the Federation representative didn't care for, as it violated some treaty somewhere, three planets away - but Dree refused.
She didn't want the job, but there was no way in the Lower Gale anyone was going to take her home from her.
The day she went in front of the people of Celcia - her people - she had taken no medications. The pain was temporary - at three hundred-plus annuals, this was nothing - and she wouldn't let them see her weak.
The people needed someone strong to follow, to believe in. They needed her strength, so they could heal.
Standing in front of them, surrounded by utter destruction, Dree had no help. A chair, crutches, someone to lean on... not a single person in attendance would have thought any less of her for showing weakness.
But, Dree didn't know how to.
She spoke plainly, as one of them - because that's who she was - and told them that she had no easy answers. And, with the crumbling city around them, Dree fought back the bile as she faced the only home she'd ever known, now in ruins, and spoke from the heart.
Together, as they always had, the people of Celcia would survive.
For a farmgirl from the West, who only ever stood in the shadows of the royal family, you had to give her credit for poise.
[I realized after finishing that the instructions were to use the FIRST full sentence on page 87, not the LAST. Whoops.]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Dree
Rating: G
Summary: Failure isn't a word she knows...
Warning: not long after Waiting for a Sign *Written for Random Madess at writerverse. Prompt: "You had to give her credit for poise." (The Wicked Will Rise by Danielle Paige, page 87)
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Disney characters belong to Disney, their authors, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
The day Dree was told that the crown was hers, she had thrown up.
Granted, the amount of drugs being pumped into her system to stave off infections and dull the pain was enough to put down an entire herd of Kalorian elephants.
Regardless of her health, there was chaos to be dealt with. The people needed to see that someone, anyone, was in charge. Everyone had lost someone, something… everything.
There had been offers to let someone else take command; to pass 'ownership' of the planet and people to the Council - which the Federation representative didn't care for, as it violated some treaty somewhere, three planets away - but Dree refused.
She didn't want the job, but there was no way in the Lower Gale anyone was going to take her home from her.
The day she went in front of the people of Celcia - her people - she had taken no medications. The pain was temporary - at three hundred-plus annuals, this was nothing - and she wouldn't let them see her weak.
The people needed someone strong to follow, to believe in. They needed her strength, so they could heal.
Standing in front of them, surrounded by utter destruction, Dree had no help. A chair, crutches, someone to lean on... not a single person in attendance would have thought any less of her for showing weakness.
But, Dree didn't know how to.
She spoke plainly, as one of them - because that's who she was - and told them that she had no easy answers. And, with the crumbling city around them, Dree fought back the bile as she faced the only home she'd ever known, now in ruins, and spoke from the heart.
Together, as they always had, the people of Celcia would survive.
For a farmgirl from the West, who only ever stood in the shadows of the royal family, you had to give her credit for poise.
[I realized after finishing that the instructions were to use the FIRST full sentence on page 87, not the LAST. Whoops.]