I wrote this to aldersprig's eighth prompt "The moon and what's wrong with it."

Sometime in the far future, when the seasons are stable and human civilisation has become capable of things Tarrascotti, Capalini and the others of their time could never imagine…

The space capsule was tiny on the inside. Weight was at a premium and that meant extra crew space ( Read more... )

I wrote this to lilfluff' prompt "The beginning of a journey."  It follows on from Then They Started Making A Plan.

They were going after Spatelli’s Dirividdi stronghold on foot.  Riding and pack animals were expensive and the mountains held too many bears who liked to eat them.  Too, assuming they could find this old stronghold, if they had animals with ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's 13th prompt "The waterfall, and what lies behind it."  It follows on from He Put A Team Together and if anyone would like to know the significance of Faruma being abandoned, that's covered here.  It's folllowed by The First Stage.

Spatelli sat down in the fourth chair and pointedly ignored the broken trencher in front of Liana.  ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's 12th prompt "A long-cold-to-each-other pair who once loved each other are brought together by a quest."  This is followed by Then They Started Making A Plan.

“Spatelli!”  The screeching, auburn haired sell-sword looked magnificent but now was not the time to tell her that.  “You told me you were going to get Tarrascotti for this ( Read more... )

I wrote this to lilfluff's sixth prompt.  More stories in this world can be found on my Trideian tag.

Bennoli and Edita had taken a house together for the winter.  They’d parted company with Tarrascotti after the king had paid for their services, heading towards the wider valleys along the lower reaches of the rivers rather than up into to the mountains as ( Read more... )

I wrote this from aldersprig's fourth prompt.  If you need/would like context Trailer will explain the situation if not the location.

The fight ended with the armoured warrior and the chiton-clad brunette dragging their kelp clad and haired opponent out of the ocean, up the beach and well away from the water.  Out of her element and reduced to one against ( Read more... )

This follows on from A Dream of Bees.

They reached the manse a little before noon.  It was built in a nook below the ridgeline, surrounded by trees above and beside it that reached down the slope to border the meadow where several horses and a cow grazed.  Of the buildings there was the manse itself, a barn, what looked like a woodshed and an ( Read more... )

I wrote this from ysabetwordsmith's sixth prompt.

She was standing in a field of short flowers and grass.  The flowers grew on mounded plants that barely passed her ankle, golden-centred ruffles of white and red combined.  Bees flew from flower to flower in a pattern that seemed to go with a tune she could hear in the back of her ear.  Sometimes the flower stalks ( Read more... )

This is written to ysabetwordsmith's first prompt.  It follows on from Unexpected Rewards.

Tarascotti’s wives were taking him to a Trideian manse for the winter.  They were travelling by horseback which he found an agreeable luxury, he could rarely afford a horse’s upkeep and would rather keep the coin aside for the lean times anyway.  Priestesses, it seemed, had ( Read more... )

This story comes after a sequence of stories that I wrote in the 30 days of flash fiction about a goblet being exchanged for a princess.  This occurs to one of the goblet couriers some time later.

Tarrascotti woke up, which was surprising given how much of his last memory was made up of rabid bear.  He felt sore all over, which was probably not ( Read more... )