[Wild Roses] Spawn
Title: letters from upriver
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Lin, Hazel, the chaos!twins
Prompt: 74C "greed"
Word Count: 305
Notes: slightly before sweetgrass and smoke, after they've got home safely. This concludes the requests for the Spawn. Lin has a postal code at merditha's.
"Well," their father said after he'd opened all the morning's mail. "Not a terribly stupid man."
"Mmn?" Mischa asked, and their father inclined the paper to show the single sentence on the face of the sheet. The back was marked up with forwards, but always addressed to their father, not to either of them.
I want my daughter back, it said.
"Oh, no," Mischa said, "you can't make us--"
"She was running his house," Griffin put in from his slouch in the doorway. "He'd never've let her get married or leave if he'd had a choice."
"Irethi, please--" Mischa started, when their mother ducked past Griffin, tracking dried mud across the floor until she fetched up against the desk, snagged the sheet of paper from Lin's hand, cast an eye over it.
"Oh, this is easy," she said, and ignored the quelling look their father gave her as she went rummaging for pen and paper in the desk.
Griffin looked at Mischa, who shrugged helplessly.
Hazel signed whatever she'd written, held it up to blow on the ink. Lin, looking over her shoulder, blinked, then covered his eyes with one hand.
Griffin squinted, then blinked himself, because that was a way better forgery of their father's script than either of them had ever managed.
"He can hardly claim no-one's stolen a bride," Hazel said as she started folding the return note into a neat triangle, addressed it in the same sort of expertly forged script. "All he can object to is that it wasn't with implicit permission, and that he hasn't received a dowry payment." She grinned at Mischa, who was starting to brighten, just a little. "If nothing else it will delay his demands for the return of his housekeeper until he can come up with something suitably ridiculous to demand for her dowry."
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Lin, Hazel, the chaos!twins
Prompt: 74C "greed"
Word Count: 305
Notes: slightly before sweetgrass and smoke, after they've got home safely. This concludes the requests for the Spawn. Lin has a postal code at merditha's.
"Well," their father said after he'd opened all the morning's mail. "Not a terribly stupid man."
"Mmn?" Mischa asked, and their father inclined the paper to show the single sentence on the face of the sheet. The back was marked up with forwards, but always addressed to their father, not to either of them.
I want my daughter back, it said.
"Oh, no," Mischa said, "you can't make us--"
"She was running his house," Griffin put in from his slouch in the doorway. "He'd never've let her get married or leave if he'd had a choice."
"Irethi, please--" Mischa started, when their mother ducked past Griffin, tracking dried mud across the floor until she fetched up against the desk, snagged the sheet of paper from Lin's hand, cast an eye over it.
"Oh, this is easy," she said, and ignored the quelling look their father gave her as she went rummaging for pen and paper in the desk.
Griffin looked at Mischa, who shrugged helplessly.
Hazel signed whatever she'd written, held it up to blow on the ink. Lin, looking over her shoulder, blinked, then covered his eyes with one hand.
Griffin squinted, then blinked himself, because that was a way better forgery of their father's script than either of them had ever managed.
"He can hardly claim no-one's stolen a bride," Hazel said as she started folding the return note into a neat triangle, addressed it in the same sort of expertly forged script. "All he can object to is that it wasn't with implicit permission, and that he hasn't received a dowry payment." She grinned at Mischa, who was starting to brighten, just a little. "If nothing else it will delay his demands for the return of his housekeeper until he can come up with something suitably ridiculous to demand for her dowry."