Wild Roses fic prompt 018 "Black"
Title: twilight
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Ruadhan
Prompt: 018 "Black"
Word Count: 117
Rating: G
Notes: very early stages of the first war; another experiment in first-person.
Summer and the sun breed different faiths than winter and the night. Mages know this--especially the old ones. I who never met the woman who was the Queen before my mother know this--that she would not wear night's colours and clothed herself in the anchors of the sun instead. I'd ask her, if I could, if that was awareness of the message she'd give, if she'd been the Queen in black to match my father's self-given chain. If it was, instead, that she chose the light, the summer and the sun in symbols if not in burning truth.
What she would think of what we her successors have made of her world--our power brushing into twilight and the depths of autumn, our brushed grays and our softened blues.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Ruadhan
Prompt: 018 "Black"
Word Count: 117
Rating: G
Notes: very early stages of the first war; another experiment in first-person.
Summer and the sun breed different faiths than winter and the night. Mages know this--especially the old ones. I who never met the woman who was the Queen before my mother know this--that she would not wear night's colours and clothed herself in the anchors of the sun instead. I'd ask her, if I could, if that was awareness of the message she'd give, if she'd been the Queen in black to match my father's self-given chain. If it was, instead, that she chose the light, the summer and the sun in symbols if not in burning truth.
What she would think of what we her successors have made of her world--our power brushing into twilight and the depths of autumn, our brushed grays and our softened blues.