This follows on from Legacy 14.

“As I said,” repeated Thiwada, “they’re nothing to do with me. If they chose to run away from the perfectly adequate arrangements I was prepared to make for them from the goodness of my heart-”

“You said that I was lucky there were still people prepared to pay for good breeding stock,” interrupted blonde-haired ( Read more... )

This is some backstory for one of my Reiassan fanfic characters. aldersprig owns the world and sauergeek selected this prompt.

Buldaveho was leaving home, forever. His brother was getting too bossy and there wasn’t benefit in him staying around for the younger brother to put up with being pushed around all the time. As Gocamo kept telling him, they were barely ( Read more... )

And this follows on from Legacy 13.

Gulda’s house, now Thiwada’s, looked like every other one in the street. The walls were white washed, the roofs were wooden shingles weathered silver, and every one had a small porch letting onto the street which, given the overhang from the balcony above, was probably more about not getting wet as soon as you ( Read more... )

Following on from Legacy 11 we have a little domesticity.Baranyi woke once in the night. She checked on the girls, stood outside Buldaveho’s door for a few minutes telling herself that she didn’t need to check on him, and then took herself back to bed. Her guest wasn’t, she reminded herself, an ill elderly man like her father who’d needed careful ( Read more... )