Post by Cass on Jul 5, 2011 1:33:36 GMT 10
Title: Secrets Slip
Rating: PG
Character: Kora
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Ersken asks Kora about life back in Scanra
They spend a rainy day in bed. Kora's rooms are more comfortable than his-- there's no sisters running in and out, just Beka and Aniki, and they know how to be discreet. Rosto spends much of his free time distracting Beka, anyways, and Goddess knows what Aniki gets up to when she isn't practicing her swordwork. Ersken pulls the blankets up to his chin and sets the cat in between them, "for warmth," he says, when she asks.
"Tell me about your family," he suggests, when the silence becomes unwelcoming. "You barely mention them."
Kora sends him a glare out of her cat-eyes. "That's because I don't like to do so."
He figures out a counterstrike. "You know all about my family."
She sighs, adjusting the blankets. "I had a mother and a father and a sister and a brother. Are you happy?"
"What are their names?" If he notices her use of past tense he lets on nothing. Kora looks at Ersken's face, open and trusting, and knows how lethal he must be on the streets when you don't know what's behind that mask.
"My mother was a healer. Her name was Lizaveta, and she died bringing a life into the world. I have an older brother, Matvey. He's married to a village girl by now and with his own babies, probably. My father died when I was twelve of pneumonia; my mother couldn't diagnose it in time."
"And your sister?"
Her eyes slant. "Faina always was a pretty one. She looked like me, but more delicate. Blonder, too. She took after Mama."
"What happened to her?"
Kora's grip on his arm tightens somewhat. "Child-snatchers got her. I had been traveling after Mama died, just to the bigger towns, and left Faina with Matvey's gixie while I worked. Rosto brought me back home for a spell. We took her to an eating-house, thought we'd give her a bit of a treat, and she was gone."
"How old was she then?"
"Eight," she whispers. "I still look for her, every time I pass the docks. No matter where I am. Each time I think I'll find her."
Ersken begins to stroke her hair, rhythmically and mechanically.
"Tell me about your sisters," Kora says, a hitch in her voice.
"Let's see," he murmurs. "There's five of them: Lyssa, Kestren, Lyda, Isarel, and Cinthy, and two are older and three are younger..."
Rating: PG
Character: Kora
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Ersken asks Kora about life back in Scanra
They spend a rainy day in bed. Kora's rooms are more comfortable than his-- there's no sisters running in and out, just Beka and Aniki, and they know how to be discreet. Rosto spends much of his free time distracting Beka, anyways, and Goddess knows what Aniki gets up to when she isn't practicing her swordwork. Ersken pulls the blankets up to his chin and sets the cat in between them, "for warmth," he says, when she asks.
"Tell me about your family," he suggests, when the silence becomes unwelcoming. "You barely mention them."
Kora sends him a glare out of her cat-eyes. "That's because I don't like to do so."
He figures out a counterstrike. "You know all about my family."
She sighs, adjusting the blankets. "I had a mother and a father and a sister and a brother. Are you happy?"
"What are their names?" If he notices her use of past tense he lets on nothing. Kora looks at Ersken's face, open and trusting, and knows how lethal he must be on the streets when you don't know what's behind that mask.
"My mother was a healer. Her name was Lizaveta, and she died bringing a life into the world. I have an older brother, Matvey. He's married to a village girl by now and with his own babies, probably. My father died when I was twelve of pneumonia; my mother couldn't diagnose it in time."
"And your sister?"
Her eyes slant. "Faina always was a pretty one. She looked like me, but more delicate. Blonder, too. She took after Mama."
"What happened to her?"
Kora's grip on his arm tightens somewhat. "Child-snatchers got her. I had been traveling after Mama died, just to the bigger towns, and left Faina with Matvey's gixie while I worked. Rosto brought me back home for a spell. We took her to an eating-house, thought we'd give her a bit of a treat, and she was gone."
"How old was she then?"
"Eight," she whispers. "I still look for her, every time I pass the docks. No matter where I am. Each time I think I'll find her."
Ersken begins to stroke her hair, rhythmically and mechanically.
"Tell me about your sisters," Kora says, a hitch in her voice.
"Let's see," he murmurs. "There's five of them: Lyssa, Kestren, Lyda, Isarel, and Cinthy, and two are older and three are younger..."