Rocky Road and Malt
Author: taram_42
Prompts: Rocky Road 23 (a grave)
Toppings:
Extras: Malt Prompts from a Hat (bless, Alamea, you can fix anything with WD40 and Duct Tape)
Story: Wonder is the Desire for Knowledge
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 375
Summary: A turning point for Mia. Quite possibility the day she decides to become an adult.
Note: I took a liberal interpretation of the phrase in malt. As a child, Mia believed anyone could be cheered up with cupcakes and took it upon herself to keep cupcakes with her at all times, if she could. Even if they went bad... That's important to know.
Mia stood beside her father, gripping his hand tightly. Her Aunt Helene stood on his other side. Few others were there, her great grandmother, her other aunt, Sellinah, no one else had bothered to come and it infuriated her. Had her mother meant so little? Her father held her hand tightly, knuckles white and face pale. His gaze didn't leave the gravestone. She worried for him. Though she couldn't fathom it her parent's bond had been strong, further enforced by magic.
He drew in a hiccoughing breath and squeezed her hand. "Mia, say something. Of all of us it's only appropriate for you..."
She nodded and stepped forward, turning to face the others. Helene offered her an encouraging smile through her own tears.
"Xanedae Sunshadow was a good woman, wife and mother. She loved her family, rarely putting anything else before them. She put her heart and soul into her research," her father grimaced at this, "pushing the limits of demonology and alchemy."
Mia lifted her hand, letting the Light flow through her, seeing the glow. "Though my mother spurned the Light it did not forsake her. May she be welcomed into its warm embrace. ". She pushed the magic outwards and watched as a weave of light drifted slowly down over the freshly turned dirt of the grave. Her father cried out in grief and fell to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed silently.
Mia stepped toward him, mind racing. He needed comfort and she needed to give that to him. There was always the method that had worked in the past and thankfully she had made some for the funeral. She took a cupcake from the table of food nearby and returned to her father's side. Cupcakes make you happy....
"Daddy?". She held out the small treat to him, "It's one of the ones I made."
He barely looked up at her but took the cupcake, then threw it with surprising force, finally collapsing further in on himself. She watched him, stunned that he could just discard it so easily. She held back a sob and turned to her mother's grave feeling tears escape and make their way down her cheek. Something within her ached and she was certain it wasn't only for the loss of her mother. It was the last time she ever made cupcakes.
Prompts: Rocky Road 23 (a grave)
Toppings:
Extras: Malt Prompts from a Hat (bless, Alamea, you can fix anything with WD40 and Duct Tape)
Story: Wonder is the Desire for Knowledge
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 375
Summary: A turning point for Mia. Quite possibility the day she decides to become an adult.
Note: I took a liberal interpretation of the phrase in malt. As a child, Mia believed anyone could be cheered up with cupcakes and took it upon herself to keep cupcakes with her at all times, if she could. Even if they went bad... That's important to know.
Mia stood beside her father, gripping his hand tightly. Her Aunt Helene stood on his other side. Few others were there, her great grandmother, her other aunt, Sellinah, no one else had bothered to come and it infuriated her. Had her mother meant so little? Her father held her hand tightly, knuckles white and face pale. His gaze didn't leave the gravestone. She worried for him. Though she couldn't fathom it her parent's bond had been strong, further enforced by magic.
He drew in a hiccoughing breath and squeezed her hand. "Mia, say something. Of all of us it's only appropriate for you..."
She nodded and stepped forward, turning to face the others. Helene offered her an encouraging smile through her own tears.
"Xanedae Sunshadow was a good woman, wife and mother. She loved her family, rarely putting anything else before them. She put her heart and soul into her research," her father grimaced at this, "pushing the limits of demonology and alchemy."
Mia lifted her hand, letting the Light flow through her, seeing the glow. "Though my mother spurned the Light it did not forsake her. May she be welcomed into its warm embrace. ". She pushed the magic outwards and watched as a weave of light drifted slowly down over the freshly turned dirt of the grave. Her father cried out in grief and fell to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed silently.
Mia stepped toward him, mind racing. He needed comfort and she needed to give that to him. There was always the method that had worked in the past and thankfully she had made some for the funeral. She took a cupcake from the table of food nearby and returned to her father's side. Cupcakes make you happy....
"Daddy?". She held out the small treat to him, "It's one of the ones I made."
He barely looked up at her but took the cupcake, then threw it with surprising force, finally collapsing further in on himself. She watched him, stunned that he could just discard it so easily. She held back a sob and turned to her mother's grave feeling tears escape and make their way down her cheek. Something within her ached and she was certain it wasn't only for the loss of her mother. It was the last time she ever made cupcakes.