So, since I can kinda bend my arm again--

[taennyn]

This journal is currently accepting sparks.

Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.

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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
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[billradish]

a beautiful hide
more teeth than I want to face in the morning
craving
accents of gold and black
war paint

[edit] Bwahahaha. I made the post thread. <3 [/edit]

"war paint" - The Morrigan (because really, who else?)

[taennyn]

Ideally speaking, the blue should be woad, fresh-made, but circumstances and availability--and timing--mean she'd merely wandered down to the fabric quarter in a perfectly ordinary city and bought a scrap of indigo dye, neatly blocked and designed to be dissolved.

Azrael was the first who didn't blink when he saw her the next morning; Weyland had all but flinched, and Ricard's eyes had done that amusing nonplused widening that usually spelled blood in her hair.

But Azrael just nodded, politely, and passed her a cup of clear cold water.

The Morrigan knew her returning smile wasn't wholly human.

That was the point.

Re: "war paint" - The Morrigan (because really, who else?)

[billradish]

My shock face that Azrael basically just went "Morning. Want a drink?"

<3 for the Morrigan.

"a beautiful hide" - Trickwood, Baroness Two Rivers

[taennyn]

"Wait," Sidonie said suddenly, pointing at the edge of the bale of hides tucked back behind a rather bigger bale of fleeces. "What's that?"

"Manticore, milady, from the mountains," the trader said, and she mentally complimented him on his timing. Not too slow, like he thought she might be stupid, not so fast that it looked like he was hiding something.

"Which mountains?" she asked, nodding to Jacoby's third, and he in turn nodded to several of his.

"Ilmarinen," the trader replied, stepping aside so the bale could be extracted without bowling him over. "I believe the outermost one was killed just this last winter."

"Hmm," she hummed, admiring the way the colours of the hide shifted in daylight, gold and green and purple glinting up at her.

Now, what use could she put to a hide like that?

Re: "a beautiful hide" - Trickwood, Baroness Two Rivers

[billradish]

oer. <3 It sounds lovely. Also useful.

"accents of gold and black" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[taennyn]

The grafayina was rich; richer than Irina's father and all the friends of her father's she'd ever met. Even the servants' quarters were decorated, accented with black and gold atop the grey-sealed walls, and it made Irina's back itch to see it.

She'd been taken to several places most didn't dare go, and need had forced her into several others much against her will. In all of them the walls had talked, crooned lullabies or rapped out sharp commands to leave their spaces alone, and more than a few of them had been decorated as lushly, if faded far by age and neglect. They'd echoed, empty and uninhabited.

So why did this warmly furnished room in a bustling town give her the chills?

Re: "accents of gold and black" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[billradish]

So why did this warmly furnished room in a bustling town give her the chills?

Telling reaction, that.

"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" - Trickwood, Ruadhan, Hernén

[taennyn]

A bit-off yelp of surprise rolled out of Hernén's gar, loud enough that Ruadhan looked up from the breakfast someone wearing a leather apron had handed him ten minutes ago.

A moment later, "WINTER, Belladonna, Don't DO that!" rolled after the yelp, and a smug grey wolf trotted out of the gar and down towards the cooking areas

Re: "more teeth than I want to face in the morning" - Trickwood, Ruadhan, Hernén

[billradish]

Ruadhan didn't bother defending the cup, because it was empty, and grinned when Hernén shot him a betrayed look.

This is because he's a dick sometimes.

Bwahahah, poor Hernen.

Re: "more teeth than I want to face in the morning" - Trickwood, Ruadhan, Hernén

[taennyn]

He could've been eviller. Could've defended an empty cup!

ANd yes. Hernén disapproves this morning and would like a do-over.

"craving" - Deaths, the Morrigan again

[taennyn]

She can't tell if it's tea, a dance, or a fight she's craving, and ten years ago she'd have never had this problem.

But she's been stretched and compressed so many times this year her body's confused, and when her hands start to tremble she can't quite put a name to her desires.

It's worth it, for their goal, but oh, it's uncomfortable.

Re: "craving" - Deaths, the Morrigan again

[billradish]

It's worth it, for their goal, but oh, it's uncomfortable.

=( !

Re: "craving" - Deaths, the Morrigan again

[taennyn]

Watching her try to squish herself back into her old habits after waging a surprisingly successful war against most of Europe is . . yeah. Not so successful.