Still not dead.

[taennyn]

Though I need to stop thinking about the Bone-Witch for a bit*.

So, we have the reappearance of the meme:

Sparks, please. Responses may be slightly delayed if the Witch or a spark eats my face.

*: I'm determined to finish before the end of October. Originally projected to be about six thousand words, but I'm at five-ish now and need at least

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[taennyn]

Warm sand - texture/feeling (Wild Roses, Sean and a Hand)

"Your majesty, if you mean to quit, you really need to stop leaving a trail." She sank, slightly, as she stepped out onto the sand, dry warm grains trickling around her ankles.

"Don't call me that," he replied irritably, throwing an arm over his face to block the sun, or her.

"It's that or your name, and we are not so friendly, majesty."

He laughed, then, sitting up and shedding sand like some desert dream of water. "No, I suppose we're not. So tell me--why are you here?"

"Because I serve the Crown, not the man wearing it," she answered truthfully, "and I'll live in Winter before I see the Crown thrown away by some pissant like it's a toy he doesn't want."

[klgaffney]

nice. *grin* clean and sharp.

[dormouse_in_tea]

came back to re-read this, thanks to link on the new one, and just have to say that "I'll live in Winter" means a lot more now. :p

[taennyn]

It's mildly surprising to note how well things hang together over time, with this story, especially as layers get added on. O.o;

Thank you for comment. :)