FIC -- Suitcase in the Hall, PG
Title: Suitcase in the Hall
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairings: None
Summary: Trisana was five years old, the first time she moved house.
Author's Notes: For the Rediscovery challenge at circle_fic, option 1 - "character X undergoes a change and learns/refuses to accept it". Also for prompt 3 at tammy_drabbles - "things left unsaid".
Suitcase in the Hall
Trisana was five years old, the first time she moved house. Her mother stood in the doorway, and passed Tris’ suitcase to her uncle Baldrin instead of to Tris herself - for the last few weeks, she had been staying as far away from her daughter as was possible.
Tris’ cousin Aymery had a hold of the girl’s arm, and Tris clawed at him; screamed and flailed, trying to break free. Her mother glanced over at her and cringed, while Aymery dragged her away, and ended up having to tie her up inside the wagon.
Uncle Baldrin and Aymery lived on the other side of Ninver - Tris had only been there three times before. Upon her arrival, she locked herself in her new bedroom for a week, and spent her time unpacking. Aymery, on occasion, managed to cajole her into letting him inside, and he talked to her about his home, and how he was so glad to have her there.
Two months afterwards, when Tris was just starting to like him, the magic-testers arrived. Aymery was sent off to Lightsbridge, and Tris was declared to be magic-free. She locked herself in her bedroom, and the storm shook the windows and lasted for almost two weeks. When she came out, her aunt called her spirit-burdened, and she was sent away to pack up her possessions, and prepare to go and live with Uncle Murris and Aunt Emmine.
The move was out of Capchen altogether, and this time Tris didn’t protest too much - she’d never liked her previous home much anyway. But she stayed with her aunt and uncle for a grand total of three moths - passing her sixth birthday - before they decided that they couldn’t handle her anymore. She packed her suitcase without complaint, and hoped that her next home would be nicer than this one.
It was, but not by much. Being back in Capchen again made her a little relieved, and her bedroom was nice and homely, once she’d arranged all her possessions around it. She stayed for almost half a year this time, before being passed on again.
Over the next four years, Tris was shunted from relative to relative, never staying longer than two or three months, and after Cousin Uraelle died, she saw her parents for the first time since she was five. Her mother glanced over at her warily, taking in her red hair, tied back with a kerchief, and her surly expression. They sent her to Broken Circle Temple, and when asked by the Dedicates about communication, her father left a false address. It was quite clear that this was her parents’ way of washing their hands of her altogether.
She was moved to the Winding Circle dormitories a month later, and to Discipline only a week after that. At the cottage, she picked out her own room, lay back on her bed as soon as she was alone, and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t until three months later that she decided to unpack.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairings: None
Summary: Trisana was five years old, the first time she moved house.
Author's Notes: For the Rediscovery challenge at circle_fic, option 1 - "character X undergoes a change and learns/refuses to accept it". Also for prompt 3 at tammy_drabbles - "things left unsaid".
Suitcase in the Hall
Trisana was five years old, the first time she moved house. Her mother stood in the doorway, and passed Tris’ suitcase to her uncle Baldrin instead of to Tris herself - for the last few weeks, she had been staying as far away from her daughter as was possible.
Tris’ cousin Aymery had a hold of the girl’s arm, and Tris clawed at him; screamed and flailed, trying to break free. Her mother glanced over at her and cringed, while Aymery dragged her away, and ended up having to tie her up inside the wagon.
Uncle Baldrin and Aymery lived on the other side of Ninver - Tris had only been there three times before. Upon her arrival, she locked herself in her new bedroom for a week, and spent her time unpacking. Aymery, on occasion, managed to cajole her into letting him inside, and he talked to her about his home, and how he was so glad to have her there.
Two months afterwards, when Tris was just starting to like him, the magic-testers arrived. Aymery was sent off to Lightsbridge, and Tris was declared to be magic-free. She locked herself in her bedroom, and the storm shook the windows and lasted for almost two weeks. When she came out, her aunt called her spirit-burdened, and she was sent away to pack up her possessions, and prepare to go and live with Uncle Murris and Aunt Emmine.
The move was out of Capchen altogether, and this time Tris didn’t protest too much - she’d never liked her previous home much anyway. But she stayed with her aunt and uncle for a grand total of three moths - passing her sixth birthday - before they decided that they couldn’t handle her anymore. She packed her suitcase without complaint, and hoped that her next home would be nicer than this one.
It was, but not by much. Being back in Capchen again made her a little relieved, and her bedroom was nice and homely, once she’d arranged all her possessions around it. She stayed for almost half a year this time, before being passed on again.
Over the next four years, Tris was shunted from relative to relative, never staying longer than two or three months, and after Cousin Uraelle died, she saw her parents for the first time since she was five. Her mother glanced over at her warily, taking in her red hair, tied back with a kerchief, and her surly expression. They sent her to Broken Circle Temple, and when asked by the Dedicates about communication, her father left a false address. It was quite clear that this was her parents’ way of washing their hands of her altogether.
She was moved to the Winding Circle dormitories a month later, and to Discipline only a week after that. At the cottage, she picked out her own room, lay back on her bed as soon as she was alone, and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t until three months later that she decided to unpack.