In other news, I think I need
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
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She hadn't gotten used to the walls talking to her. She didn't want to, either, and if he would have let her she'd have slept in the horse while he carried on his half-laughing argument with the air.
He wouldn't let her, of course, and he'd put her to work. 'Take this from the cargo compartments to either me or where I've been putting things' level work, mostly sealed boxes that she was desperately curious about but not stupid enough to open.
'Mostly' wasn't 'all', and frankly she'd have been happier if she couldn't see what she was about to try moving. She'd even checked to make sure there weren't any other firebirds for him to have been talking about.
But there was only one firebird, a sculpture as long as her arm from tailfeathers to crown and nearly as wide in the wingspan, and she could watch the primary wingfeathers shiver as she breathed near it ( ... )
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i also like the moment of "ARGH. FORGOT WHICH NAME HE IS USING TODAY," and that, despite the fact that the creepy-as-hell, she can still have pity. <3
also, hee! at the last.
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Am glad the delicacy came across okay--I was mostly getting the 'ohgodi'mgoingtobreakthisthing' feed. With hints of 'oh, my god, why am i heeeeeeere' and 'god you're annoying'. >.>
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I love the different levels in relationships here, and the subtle layers of emotion. Also the yaga's initial reaction to the firebird question.
And additionally, what Kammy said.
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