Myshuno #3 - Building Sandcastles
Prompt: Building sandcastles
Rating: U
Word Count: 527
Notes: Gosh, this is probably the longest run of U-rated fics I've ever done. And it's back to the neglected apocalypse going on somewhere in my universe! And no, I don't know how nuclear winter would actually affect a desert >.>
Justus sighed when he found his youngest daughter, knelt scrabbling at the ground. "Caprice, what are you doing out here?"
"Oh, hi Daddy," she beamed in a way that was frankly off-putting; nobody else in the family could ever be described as 'beaming'. "I'm building a sandcastle - I read about them in one of the picture books so I'm making one of my own like the kids in that did."
He looked at the pile of- well, he supposed it was technically sand, but certainly not in the form that the book in question had expected. "Sweetheart, did the book say where the people were when they were building sandcastles?"
"Yes, they were at the beach, but we have sand too and water apparently washes sand away, so not having the sea should make my sandcastle even better."
"Yes, but they were probably there during the summer, sweetie. During the summer it's warm and dry and the sand runs through your fingers, so you use a bucket or sculpt it in piles rather than... well, frozen clumps."
"Oh," she said, looking down at it in confusion. "I was hoping that maybe I would just come across one sandcastle-shaped naturally."
"I think you might be here a long time, love."
Then her face brightened with an idea. "If I take the sand inside it'll get warm and I can sculpt it there!"
Justus gave her a long look. "Caprice, you know how your mother reacts when you wear shoes that aren't completely clean indoors? She would react even worse to sand in the carpet."
Luckily Caprice seemed to understand the gravity of that from the alarm on her face. "But how can I build a sandcastle then? It's always cold here! Why can't it be warm?"
"One day it will be warm again. One of our family will make it so and you'll be able to build all the sandcastles you ever want to."
"So could I make it warm?" she asked hopefully.
"Erm, you could, but... You know how we can only eat about one meal a day? And we have to wash from sinks? It might be a little more useful if you and Deimos could work on those problems. You'll probably get more siblings who can work on the weather."
"Okay," she mumbled, "I guess it would be nice to eat more too."
"And we won't be stuck forever having barbecued meats either. You'll be able to try the notorious grilled cheese."
"Mummy makes that sound really good. But no sandcastles?"
"No, but I'll tell you what: the next time it snows again, you and me will come out here and build a snowcastle - maybe even one so big that you could actually live in it."
"Wow, really?!" Caprice's face was a picture of pure amazement.
"Yup, but get inside where's it warm and watch the cooking channel for now. We'll see about the weather."
"Thanks Daddy!" she beamed again, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug before running up into the house happily.
He loved her - he loved all his kids - but she was a weird one.
Rating: U
Word Count: 527
Notes: Gosh, this is probably the longest run of U-rated fics I've ever done. And it's back to the neglected apocalypse going on somewhere in my universe! And no, I don't know how nuclear winter would actually affect a desert >.>
Justus sighed when he found his youngest daughter, knelt scrabbling at the ground. "Caprice, what are you doing out here?"
"Oh, hi Daddy," she beamed in a way that was frankly off-putting; nobody else in the family could ever be described as 'beaming'. "I'm building a sandcastle - I read about them in one of the picture books so I'm making one of my own like the kids in that did."
He looked at the pile of- well, he supposed it was technically sand, but certainly not in the form that the book in question had expected. "Sweetheart, did the book say where the people were when they were building sandcastles?"
"Yes, they were at the beach, but we have sand too and water apparently washes sand away, so not having the sea should make my sandcastle even better."
"Yes, but they were probably there during the summer, sweetie. During the summer it's warm and dry and the sand runs through your fingers, so you use a bucket or sculpt it in piles rather than... well, frozen clumps."
"Oh," she said, looking down at it in confusion. "I was hoping that maybe I would just come across one sandcastle-shaped naturally."
"I think you might be here a long time, love."
Then her face brightened with an idea. "If I take the sand inside it'll get warm and I can sculpt it there!"
Justus gave her a long look. "Caprice, you know how your mother reacts when you wear shoes that aren't completely clean indoors? She would react even worse to sand in the carpet."
Luckily Caprice seemed to understand the gravity of that from the alarm on her face. "But how can I build a sandcastle then? It's always cold here! Why can't it be warm?"
"One day it will be warm again. One of our family will make it so and you'll be able to build all the sandcastles you ever want to."
"So could I make it warm?" she asked hopefully.
"Erm, you could, but... You know how we can only eat about one meal a day? And we have to wash from sinks? It might be a little more useful if you and Deimos could work on those problems. You'll probably get more siblings who can work on the weather."
"Okay," she mumbled, "I guess it would be nice to eat more too."
"And we won't be stuck forever having barbecued meats either. You'll be able to try the notorious grilled cheese."
"Mummy makes that sound really good. But no sandcastles?"
"No, but I'll tell you what: the next time it snows again, you and me will come out here and build a snowcastle - maybe even one so big that you could actually live in it."
"Wow, really?!" Caprice's face was a picture of pure amazement.
"Yup, but get inside where's it warm and watch the cooking channel for now. We'll see about the weather."
"Thanks Daddy!" she beamed again, throwing her arms around his waist in a tight hug before running up into the house happily.
He loved her - he loved all his kids - but she was a weird one.