Tales of Legendia- Sandcastle
Title: Sandcastle
Author: seta_suzume
Pairings/Characters: Fenimore & Thyra
Prompt: Legendia: Fenimore+Thyra, seashell, near the sea
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
"The Merines' palace!" Thyra declared proudly. She stood up, brushing sand off her dress, and stepped aside so her sister could see the castle she had created. The pair had made many sandcastles during their lives moving from village to village around the creeks and coasts, but the way Thyra was beaming, it was clear she felt this was her magnum opus.
"Wow!" Fenimore squeaked. The sandcastle really was a sight to see. Thyra had built up a tall mound of sand, sculpting smooth indications of ledges, columns, and windows all around it with spires made by dribbling wet sand on top. "The Merines would be lucky to live there! If it were a real place, I'd want to live there and serve the Merines!"
"Thank you," Thyra smiled proudly. It had taken a lot of practice to reach this level of skill in sand-sculpting. She was careful to build the miniature monuments far enough up the beach so she could not only admire them for a while, but so that she could actually complete them. When they had been younger and less aware of the ocean's ways, Thyra had tended to work closer to the waves for convenience's sake, and despite the barriers Fenimore hurried to erect with driftwood or the levies she dug in the sand, the tide would inevitably rise and crumble away her lovingly crafted sandcastles, often before they were even half complete.
"I think I could use some seashells though," Thyra remarked, tipping her head to one side as she evaluated her masterpiece.
"Let's take a look then," Fenimore hopped, skipping barefoot across the sand in search of the treasures of the sea. Higher on the dunes the sand was hot from the scorching influence of the sun, coaxing the twins to stray closer to the water, splashing through the spray as they dived to grab glistening olive shells before they were washed back out to sea.
Fenimore passed a small handful over to her sister. "Try these. I was careful to only pick up the whole, pretty ones."
"Thanks," Thyra accepted the ornaments for her castle. She scrutinized the palace of sand carefully, making each placement with artistic deliberateness.
"Perfect!" Fenimore agreed as her sister got up and happily surveyed her work.
"It's too bad we move so much that we can't build this sort of thing anymore," Thyra sighed, "In the Kingdom of Terises I could've been an architect."
"When there's a strong new Merines to protect our people again, there'll be plenty of building," Fenimore stated with conviction, "And you can design landmarks for our people to make us proud. ...Of course, as long as you're not too busy being a mom or a seamstress or a fisherwoman too."
"Hey! Stop that!" Thyra shushed her older sister. Fenimore just laughed.
Author: seta_suzume
Pairings/Characters: Fenimore & Thyra
Prompt: Legendia: Fenimore+Thyra, seashell, near the sea
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
"The Merines' palace!" Thyra declared proudly. She stood up, brushing sand off her dress, and stepped aside so her sister could see the castle she had created. The pair had made many sandcastles during their lives moving from village to village around the creeks and coasts, but the way Thyra was beaming, it was clear she felt this was her magnum opus.
"Wow!" Fenimore squeaked. The sandcastle really was a sight to see. Thyra had built up a tall mound of sand, sculpting smooth indications of ledges, columns, and windows all around it with spires made by dribbling wet sand on top. "The Merines would be lucky to live there! If it were a real place, I'd want to live there and serve the Merines!"
"Thank you," Thyra smiled proudly. It had taken a lot of practice to reach this level of skill in sand-sculpting. She was careful to build the miniature monuments far enough up the beach so she could not only admire them for a while, but so that she could actually complete them. When they had been younger and less aware of the ocean's ways, Thyra had tended to work closer to the waves for convenience's sake, and despite the barriers Fenimore hurried to erect with driftwood or the levies she dug in the sand, the tide would inevitably rise and crumble away her lovingly crafted sandcastles, often before they were even half complete.
"I think I could use some seashells though," Thyra remarked, tipping her head to one side as she evaluated her masterpiece.
"Let's take a look then," Fenimore hopped, skipping barefoot across the sand in search of the treasures of the sea. Higher on the dunes the sand was hot from the scorching influence of the sun, coaxing the twins to stray closer to the water, splashing through the spray as they dived to grab glistening olive shells before they were washed back out to sea.
Fenimore passed a small handful over to her sister. "Try these. I was careful to only pick up the whole, pretty ones."
"Thanks," Thyra accepted the ornaments for her castle. She scrutinized the palace of sand carefully, making each placement with artistic deliberateness.
"Perfect!" Fenimore agreed as her sister got up and happily surveyed her work.
"It's too bad we move so much that we can't build this sort of thing anymore," Thyra sighed, "In the Kingdom of Terises I could've been an architect."
"When there's a strong new Merines to protect our people again, there'll be plenty of building," Fenimore stated with conviction, "And you can design landmarks for our people to make us proud. ...Of course, as long as you're not too busy being a mom or a seamstress or a fisherwoman too."
"Hey! Stop that!" Thyra shushed her older sister. Fenimore just laughed.