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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Comments

"West by north" - Deaths, unknown, early campaign

[taennyn]

There's something coming--someone coming--clear in his head as a mountain affected a compass needle. West by north, and getting closer, bigger, growing like the Pyrénées as one came south from Aquitaine.

It makes him itchy, restless, curious and irritated at once.

He hadn't felt this pulled the last six times he's stood next to a head of council. It might be Council-born, but he's tempted to bet with himself that it's not, and that leaves the question of what--who--has been hiding so well, and now isn't.

Re: "West by north" - Deaths, unknown, early campaign

[klgaffney]

...well that's alarming. =|

Re: "West by north" - Deaths, unknown, early campaign

[billradish]

...the appropriate response here probably isn't "eeeee!", but. >_>

[klgaffney]

"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now."

restlessly looking outside when there's work to be done inside.

TO CHARM A FIREARM - It is necessary to say whilst taking the firearm: God Has a share in this and the Devil leaves it. Then take aim, in crossing the left leg over the right, from the prone rifle position lying down and saying in Latin: Non tradas Dominum nostrum Jesum Christum. Mathon. Amen."
- the crossed keys, michael cecchetelli

struggling to repair the ripped lining of a coat.

"restlessly looking outside when there's work to be done inside." - dialogue only

[taennyn]

"And I could start turning the earth for that bed off at the side, and that tree needs pruning--"

" . . Would this have something to do with the fact that the floor needs sweeping and there's a spiderweb the size of the dog over the pantry?"

"Noooooo? I've just been thinking the next nice day I should really get out into the yard, and oh, look, it's nice out today?"

"If by 'nice' you mean 'not currently pouring sleet', I suppose--and I would pay money to watch you try that on Magda, I really would--but isn't it a bad idea to go digging when the ground's sopping wet?"

"You lose a boot once and you never hear the end of it, I swear . ."

Re: "restlessly looking outside when there's work to be done inside." - dialogue only

[klgaffney]

*snork!* so cute. curious as to who these folks are.

Re: "restlessly looking outside when there's work to be done inside." - dialogue only

[taennyn]

So am I. Am also wondering how big their dog is. O.o;

[illian]

Mountain combing

Talking airlock

Unfortunate blade placement

Wizard-in-a-box

"Talking airlock" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Khenbish

[taennyn]

"Mind your manners," a voice snapped when Irina put her hand out to poke at one of the molded words printed on the airlock wall, and she startled so hard her feet left the floor.

"Sorry, grandmother!" Kavin--no, he'd said to call him Khenbish today, and one day she'd know what all his names meant--called back, the toe of one of his boots crooked underneath the edge of another panel.

She used his shoulder and arm to claw herself back down onto the floor, heart still hammering, and was drawing breath to try to tear a shred off him when the lock cycled.

"Ooh," she murmured instead, and caught the curl of Khenbish's grin as she turned her head to stare up at the ceiling.

Re: "Talking airlock" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Khenbish

[illian]

Hah. Prickly 'old' women. :)

Re: "Talking airlock" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Khenbish

[billradish]

...and the rest is where? *taps foot*

"the grey of the gloaming" - Deaths, Ricard and the Morrigan, campaign era

[taennyn]

Ricard and the Morrigan has lost the card game last night about who had clean-up duty today, and it was coming up on twilight before they finished gathering the last of the weapons

Re: "the grey of the gloaming" - Deaths, Ricard and the Morrigan, campaign era

[klgaffney]

Ricard was quite sure he was not so picturesque, tired and dabbed here and there with blood himself. He kept resisting the urge to scratch at the stuff on his face, growing tacky and pulling at his stubble.

i love the imagery of morrigan wearing camo blood pattern, but i liked this bit because i could feel the discomfort. blood is so itchy.

"since last we danced" - Wild Roses, Fintain and Katerina of Autumn

[taennyn]

"Let me see," he mused aloud, and she shot him a narrow glare as he cut neatly through the circle and swooped her up as a partner, "since last we danced, you've worried three Hands, annoyed two of my siblings--well, played, that--and I've been obliged to visit other, far less fair harbours."

"And here I'd been thinking that my life might perhaps have finally found some sort of rhythm," she retorted, spinning in such a way that the hem of her skirt brushed his leg, "but then I realised, oh, such a pity, that it was merely your absence lulling me into complacency."

"That would never do," he said, grinning, caught her hips between his hands, spun her thrice, kissed her cheek and deposited her into a newly opened space in the circle.

[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?