[Witches' Horses] Swallow's Tail
Title: gleep?
'Verse/characters: Swallow' Tail; Taarsad
Prompt: 35A "a place where no one goes"
Word Count: 116
Notes: prompted by a poll response. After you gonna dance, or you just gonna watch?
They're hiding, out in the black, tucked in close to a range of mountainy rocks long since mined out, nothing left but tiny twinkles of discarded mica and an occasional flash of nickel or iron. No gold, no ice, no pressure-made diamonds for fueling saws.
It's a good hiding place, and he's wondering if him being shown it means he'll be let to stay--because you don't show your hidey-holes to rivals, do you, unless you don't mean for them to see much afterwards--when she walks in and his whole brain trips over itself and falls down like a colt stumbling over its legs.
She's smiling.
And she just laid a bare brown hand on his wrist, and she's coaxing his fingers out of the reins.
'Verse/characters: Swallow' Tail; Taarsad
Prompt: 35A "a place where no one goes"
Word Count: 116
Notes: prompted by a poll response. After you gonna dance, or you just gonna watch?
They're hiding, out in the black, tucked in close to a range of mountainy rocks long since mined out, nothing left but tiny twinkles of discarded mica and an occasional flash of nickel or iron. No gold, no ice, no pressure-made diamonds for fueling saws.
It's a good hiding place, and he's wondering if him being shown it means he'll be let to stay--because you don't show your hidey-holes to rivals, do you, unless you don't mean for them to see much afterwards--when she walks in and his whole brain trips over itself and falls down like a colt stumbling over its legs.
She's smiling.
And she just laid a bare brown hand on his wrist, and she's coaxing his fingers out of the reins.