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breezeshadow) wrote2014-07-22 05:07 am
breezeshadow) wrote2014-07-22 05:07 am
I asked two friends to pick a prompt
And of course they picked the happy one.
It was freezing cold up in the mountains of Garanee and her lover was stealing all of the damn blankets.
"Nur." She put as much force in her drunk-tired voice as she could muster, which was roughly as much as a kitten's first bite. "You have fur. Give me those."
The sun was just peeking up from behind the highest peaks that marked the horizon -- covered in snow and rock, they looked ancient and foreign, though Lynette knew that people inhabited them. That was why they were in this part of the world. Nur wanted to see Garanee one last time before leaving it and its painful past behind.
Apparently she wanted to take all of the blankets with her. Why had she acquiesed to this? She was better off telling herself truth -- seeing a foreign world was a thrill. She had grown up with boring humans doing boring things, touting their grandeur while more interesting, powerful beings walked delicately beside them. She had spoken with mountain faeries from Sarasii, had drinks with wereanimals from Arebe, and had many a fun night with her vampire. Yet all of this had still been within the confines of human society, demanding that non-human beings pretend to be something they weren't, all for the sake of comfort.
Lynette's concept of comfort was so very different from other people's. As the war raged on, as she and Nur picked up the pieces of their lives and memories, she saw her little vampire turning her thoughts towards home. Lynette knew the pain and tears that mired the Garanee plains, and as they talked in hushed whispers in between waiting on bed sides and consoling friends and themselves alike, they decided that the plains would not work. Nur was not ready to return to her childhood -- perhaps she never would be, considering the memories of burning and charred death and pain that seered her nightmares. The swamps were out for a similar reason, though it was more that they did not need to add more agony to their Garanee memoirs.
That left the forests or the mountains. And though Lynette longed to see the dryads and their great trees, she understood that the mountains were more receptive and less damaged than the dryad homes. They wanted to run away from the crumbling embers of the Welen Empire, shield their eyes from the bright fires. And so a small vacation, time to run away from the mess and recover their hearts. Maybe they would return to Welen, or perhaps go elsewhere, but until that decision, Lynette and Nur had decided it was best to escape and for a time forget.
Lynette had not expected blanket stealing to be involved. She muttered softly and grabbed for a stray corner, tugging on it. Nur murmured indistinctly; though a light sleeper, they had just gotten into the bed an hour ago, and that was certainly not enough time to encourage her to wake up. It was also a ridiculously short time to steal blankets in.
"Come on. I can see frost on the window."
This will be a cotton candy story, but more due to my and Lynette's dry senses of humour.
Also, too much fire metaphor, jeez.
Tschuess.
It was freezing cold up in the mountains of Garanee and her lover was stealing all of the damn blankets.
"Nur." She put as much force in her drunk-tired voice as she could muster, which was roughly as much as a kitten's first bite. "You have fur. Give me those."
The sun was just peeking up from behind the highest peaks that marked the horizon -- covered in snow and rock, they looked ancient and foreign, though Lynette knew that people inhabited them. That was why they were in this part of the world. Nur wanted to see Garanee one last time before leaving it and its painful past behind.
Apparently she wanted to take all of the blankets with her. Why had she acquiesed to this? She was better off telling herself truth -- seeing a foreign world was a thrill. She had grown up with boring humans doing boring things, touting their grandeur while more interesting, powerful beings walked delicately beside them. She had spoken with mountain faeries from Sarasii, had drinks with wereanimals from Arebe, and had many a fun night with her vampire. Yet all of this had still been within the confines of human society, demanding that non-human beings pretend to be something they weren't, all for the sake of comfort.
Lynette's concept of comfort was so very different from other people's. As the war raged on, as she and Nur picked up the pieces of their lives and memories, she saw her little vampire turning her thoughts towards home. Lynette knew the pain and tears that mired the Garanee plains, and as they talked in hushed whispers in between waiting on bed sides and consoling friends and themselves alike, they decided that the plains would not work. Nur was not ready to return to her childhood -- perhaps she never would be, considering the memories of burning and charred death and pain that seered her nightmares. The swamps were out for a similar reason, though it was more that they did not need to add more agony to their Garanee memoirs.
That left the forests or the mountains. And though Lynette longed to see the dryads and their great trees, she understood that the mountains were more receptive and less damaged than the dryad homes. They wanted to run away from the crumbling embers of the Welen Empire, shield their eyes from the bright fires. And so a small vacation, time to run away from the mess and recover their hearts. Maybe they would return to Welen, or perhaps go elsewhere, but until that decision, Lynette and Nur had decided it was best to escape and for a time forget.
Lynette had not expected blanket stealing to be involved. She muttered softly and grabbed for a stray corner, tugging on it. Nur murmured indistinctly; though a light sleeper, they had just gotten into the bed an hour ago, and that was certainly not enough time to encourage her to wake up. It was also a ridiculously short time to steal blankets in.
"Come on. I can see frost on the window."
This will be a cotton candy story, but more due to my and Lynette's dry senses of humour.
Also, too much fire metaphor, jeez.
Tschuess.