My mouth tastes of ginger and mango.
In other news, I think I need
sparks!
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Wild Roses:
Cat's eyes, or something else, in the verge of a darkening forest. - early Trickwood Unification, Geoffrey, Hernén, several wolves
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sparks!
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Edit: Since LJ no longer allows us to have comment titles at all, here's what's been done so far. :)
Wild Roses:
Cat's eyes, or something else, in the verge of a darkening forest. - early Trickwood Unification, Geoffrey, Hernén, several wolves
new and interesting ways to give yourself a headache - ( Read more... )
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Renewed awareness of being watched only when the feeling suddenly goes away.
Ornate brass filigree on a darkly stained box.
I don't lunge--I know you don't like that! I was coming in smoothly and obviously! (or some variant of)
Faintly yellowing bone with a crack in it.
Cocoa and salt.
Slipping in an unexpected spill.
Cat's eyes, or something else, in the verge of a darkening forest.
The crunch of pebbles underfoot.
[as always, more or different ones available. =p ]
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They didn't get out of the meeting until nearly sundown; oil-lamps had been lit, and it made emerging into deepening twilight problematic. Blinding.
So it took them a little too long to realise that the wolves they'd left outside weren't looking at them. Not a head had turned, at that. They were all four-legged, standing ranged between the building he and Hernén had just left and the forest. Some were standing broadside, some were facing the trees head-on, but every single head was high, ears forward and tails stiff.
Noses level, not raised to the wind.
It was enough to put prickles up the back of Geoffrey's neck, and Hernén fared no better. He could watch his brother wish for a rifle by the way his shoulders bunched beneath his jacket, the way his hands clenched on nothing, and Geoffrey cast a very careful glance back towards the door. No sudden movement, no exposing his neck, just in case, but he needed an estimate of ( ... )
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i like how geoffrey realized his brother would never forgive him for dragging him back inside (and yeah, geoffrey, one thinks hernén gets what pack means--better than some corners of his family would give him credit for, i bet.)
"You did," she told him--told them, looking over Hernén's shoulder at Geoffrey again. "If we'd shouted you'd have been out here a breath later."
*laaughs* the wolves know you, gentlemen.
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Yeeeah. Know, and trust that knowledge. (This occasionally makes Hernén go O.o;;; )
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different perceptions on an event, clash and discussion
differing reactions to a sensation
a full breakfast spread, extending beyond expectations
mist close to the ground on a bright day
finding comfort in the cold
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He'd got up early. Less because he'd slept badly and more because he could hear someone scuffling around just far enough away to make him suspicious.
He'd expected breakfast to be leftovers from the meal before, cold bread and cold-sliced roast, water or smallbeer.
Breakfast, in Hernén's little wooden town, was an array vast enough to make him stare disbelieving. Tureens of porridge, ranging from pale blond rolled oats to something nearly black, a pyramid of blue-green eggs awaiting requests, hot bread, at least four kinds, including some sort of sweet bun and something that smelled pleasantly of wheat and salt, several fish--he'd have been impressed at the variety on the menu in one of the harbour restaurants. That it was just laid out in steaming, busy bounty was awe-inspiring.
He saw Usoa lurking over a kettle, and when she saw him approaching, she threw back her head and laughed. Grinned, all white teeth, as he got close enough to see she ( ... )
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I like the talk of the food, and the bafflement over the brothers. What's Usoa's context for the family? (Does she know they're Sabaey, does she know anything about the Sabaeys as a family other than Aifiric=king, if that, etc.)
I'd be willing to bet that Ruadhan winds up getting a warm breakfast when he's got access to it, after a while out if not fairly quickly after showing up.
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It would have been perfect if she'd stuck the landing at the end. She'd started all the way up at the top of the staircase, all twenty flights and ten landings, deliberately midmorning so that the staff would have mostly finished and traffic would be light. She'd used the hallway as a runway, made the leap to the railing, and had had been steadily gaining speed as she came down, and by the time she somersaulted off the last landing heading for the main floor she'd been all but whistling through the air.
She'd meant to land perfectly balanced after a quintuple--the whole point of getting up that much speed was so that she'd have the momentum to finish.
Growth spurt number Annoying meant that her center of gravity had shifted, though, so what she wound up doing was a four-and-a-half, flail, and splat. Not hard enough to even knock the breath out of herself, but splat nonetheless, and she was muttering curses as she sorted out her limbs and rolled over ( ... )
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Seconding the like of "growth spurt number Annoying." Yeah, I didn't miss that part of growing up, either.
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Oh, poor honey. <3 Fairly young Hazel, ta?
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"Oh, Winter, again?" Sean groaned, scraped his hands over his face. "Alright, no, pass me that--" he snagged the message with a fingertip and a trick he'd picked up off one of the Six, read it over again.
"The Vesnas want--really." He frowned. It was taking much too long for the right patterns to form inside his head--everything was sliding around in smudgy bright lines, all oil pastels instead of equations and if-then formulae. He really needed some sleep, but Aleron and Iarlaith were both busy with other things, Ulysse was out with the Navy and only available for emergencies--which this wasn't, no matter what the Vesnas were accusing the Bodrakeys of--and, well, Donnel was dead.
He'd do his best. It needed doing, and he was here.
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Explaining the family.
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Hours later, after half the camp had departed and he'd found himself stepping into Geoffrey's absent shoes, Usoa tracked him down.
"You promised me a map," she said, and he held up the stick he'd found after breakfast for answer.
They wound up near one of the paddocks since there were people in both her favourite places. If they'd been map drawing he might have seen if they could chase off the others, but for a family tree it wasn't worth it ( ... )
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Eventually, she managed "You know the Sun Queen."
"Not personally," he had to admit, and decided to keep his suspicion about who'd had a hand in training Hernén to himself.
She flapped a slightly dismissive hand. "You know her children, anyway--it's just . . She's a legend. Like Ian, like the mage with a red braid or the Bone Witch. You don't expect legends to come up your rivers ( ... )
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He waited. It seemed polite.
<3 !
This is just so awesome. I love that she scuffs the lines at the end, and that she is so disdainful of someone naming a child after the Sun Queen and how Donel answered that question. XD So awesome.
Thank you. This is everything I had hoped for and wanted.
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