[Wild Roses] Some Kind of Love Song
Title: not exactly a mint on the pillow
'Verse/characters: Some Kind of Love Song; Arianhrod
Prompt: 31D "flower"
Word Count: 293
Notes: back to the courting in the Trickwood. :)
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Someone had unpacked her sleeping area while she'd been doing other things. Her bedding was unrolled and smoothed out, a pillow tucked beneath the uppermost blanket, and the mattress was sitting slightly taller than usual--she could only assume it'd been fluffed.
A wide-toothed comb she didn't recognise was laid neatly on a stool. When she used a few threads to pick it up to examine, holding it suspended and spinning slowly over her open palm, she saw it was broad enough to extend a little past her hand if she gripped in the middle, and it appeared to be built out of some sort of wood and horn laminate. It might actually be sturdy enough to stand up to her hair.
Which was disconcerting, but not nearly as disconcerting as what was sitting innocuously in the middle of the smoothed-out bedclothes, where it couldn't possibly be overlooked.
She eyed the flower again, comb still hovering over her hand, then sighed, and hooked it up off the bed and brought it closer, too.
One examination, the flower was a pale, soft pink, paler at its heart than at its tips, and only barely stemmed. The center seed pod was a pieced gold-yellow wheel, while the petals resembled fat water-drops--it looked just enough like a water-lily's flower that she was inclined to guess it a relation, but beyond that she had no winter-kissed idea what it was doing here.
Which was of course when the comb tried to kiss her palm, and managed only the threads holding it in place, before the tiny spell disintegrated entirely.
She stared, then, faintly furious and bemused at once, she muttered " . . . I'm going to kill you, fox," and went to go through all her things looking for more spells.
'Verse/characters: Some Kind of Love Song; Arianhrod
Prompt: 31D "flower"
Word Count: 293
Notes: back to the courting in the Trickwood. :)
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Someone had unpacked her sleeping area while she'd been doing other things. Her bedding was unrolled and smoothed out, a pillow tucked beneath the uppermost blanket, and the mattress was sitting slightly taller than usual--she could only assume it'd been fluffed.
A wide-toothed comb she didn't recognise was laid neatly on a stool. When she used a few threads to pick it up to examine, holding it suspended and spinning slowly over her open palm, she saw it was broad enough to extend a little past her hand if she gripped in the middle, and it appeared to be built out of some sort of wood and horn laminate. It might actually be sturdy enough to stand up to her hair.
Which was disconcerting, but not nearly as disconcerting as what was sitting innocuously in the middle of the smoothed-out bedclothes, where it couldn't possibly be overlooked.
She eyed the flower again, comb still hovering over her hand, then sighed, and hooked it up off the bed and brought it closer, too.
One examination, the flower was a pale, soft pink, paler at its heart than at its tips, and only barely stemmed. The center seed pod was a pieced gold-yellow wheel, while the petals resembled fat water-drops--it looked just enough like a water-lily's flower that she was inclined to guess it a relation, but beyond that she had no winter-kissed idea what it was doing here.
Which was of course when the comb tried to kiss her palm, and managed only the threads holding it in place, before the tiny spell disintegrated entirely.
She stared, then, faintly furious and bemused at once, she muttered " . . . I'm going to kill you, fox," and went to go through all her things looking for more spells.