Post by Elsceetaria on Jul 6, 2011 4:37:37 GMT 10
Title: Life
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Lark
Event: 4x100 Word Relay
Words: 400 (excluding headers)
Summary: Lark's life has changed over the years.
Greed
The young woman wanted the world and everything in it. In each new place she went to, she would something else that she just had to have. There were bolts of silk and beads in every color of the rainbow. At one market, she even found a soft, luxurious fabric known as bamboo, Whatever she found, she had to have them. They were hers, not the troupes, at least as far as she was concerned. Technically, all those sorts of things were supposed to be communal property, but the troupe was her family. What was the worst they would do?
Lust
Lana was the star of the troupe, and she was gorgeous and beautiful. She could bend her body in ways that made her seem to boneless, be made of rubber. She could simply do tricks others would have to work at for months if not years. On top of that she was tall and willowy with skin the color of porcelain. It was as though she had been designed exclusively to be tumbler. Regardless, one slightly less gracefully built woman would always stand on the edge wishing that if she couldn’t be Lana that she could at least have her.
Envy
Few were envious of the poor people who slept on the street, yet she was. When she saw them, she saw clean air and a little food to eat. They at least had a place to sleep that was dry and had the possibility of not having any rats. It seemed like such a different world from that of the sewers. She struggled for each breath worrying it might be her last dreaming of sleeping above ground, somewhere dry, somewhere with a little fresh air hoping she would never wish for her current life because it was no one dream.
Pride
Lark looked at the habit she had made. She had selected the thread, dyed it earth green, wove it into a fine fabric, and then sewn it into it’s correct shape. It was the first time that had used her magic to create a whole garment from start to finish, and it was perfect in her eyes. Every seam would hold under even the greatest of stresses, and even a day in a muddy garden wouldn’t leave stains. As she calculated it’s worth outside the temple, she put it in a stack for the next dedicate who needed new robes.
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Lark
Event: 4x100 Word Relay
Words: 400 (excluding headers)
Summary: Lark's life has changed over the years.
Greed
The young woman wanted the world and everything in it. In each new place she went to, she would something else that she just had to have. There were bolts of silk and beads in every color of the rainbow. At one market, she even found a soft, luxurious fabric known as bamboo, Whatever she found, she had to have them. They were hers, not the troupes, at least as far as she was concerned. Technically, all those sorts of things were supposed to be communal property, but the troupe was her family. What was the worst they would do?
Lust
Lana was the star of the troupe, and she was gorgeous and beautiful. She could bend her body in ways that made her seem to boneless, be made of rubber. She could simply do tricks others would have to work at for months if not years. On top of that she was tall and willowy with skin the color of porcelain. It was as though she had been designed exclusively to be tumbler. Regardless, one slightly less gracefully built woman would always stand on the edge wishing that if she couldn’t be Lana that she could at least have her.
Envy
Few were envious of the poor people who slept on the street, yet she was. When she saw them, she saw clean air and a little food to eat. They at least had a place to sleep that was dry and had the possibility of not having any rats. It seemed like such a different world from that of the sewers. She struggled for each breath worrying it might be her last dreaming of sleeping above ground, somewhere dry, somewhere with a little fresh air hoping she would never wish for her current life because it was no one dream.
Pride
Lark looked at the habit she had made. She had selected the thread, dyed it earth green, wove it into a fine fabric, and then sewn it into it’s correct shape. It was the first time that had used her magic to create a whole garment from start to finish, and it was perfect in her eyes. Every seam would hold under even the greatest of stresses, and even a day in a muddy garden wouldn’t leave stains. As she calculated it’s worth outside the temple, she put it in a stack for the next dedicate who needed new robes.