Post by gear on Sept 26, 2011 7:59:53 GMT 10
Title: Different
Rating: G
Word Count: 225
Card: Winter
Bingo: Skating + White + Ice + Silver + People Who Matter
Summary: They don’t have winter in Tharios, so all Keth wanted to do was help Dema improve his understanding of snow.
A/N: School is eating my soul, but winter bingo is shiny and must be loved!
We don’t have snow in Tharios. For that matter, we don’t even have winter, not like there is in Namorn or Karang. Despite that, it wasn’t my first experience with the icy substance. Not far to the north of my home is the Bouvai mountain range, and at their peaks was snow all year round, and I had gone there several times in my youth.
No, what I found so strange about winter, and therefore snow, in Namorn was the way that people treated it; they skated in it, frolicked with it, ambushed their friends with it, they even let their children play in it. At home, going to the glaciers was an expedition, and a dangerous one at that. Snow was treated as a fearsome opponent, not a play toy.
When I mentioned this to Keth, he grinned his silver-sharp smile that I had long ago associated with mischief. My hopes that he might let it slide vanished when he bounced out of his chair and grabbed my arm, declaring that it was about time I get used to it, and dragged me outside.
Whatever his declarations to the contrary, to this day I find it unlikely that a snowball fight was absolutely essential to understanding snow, but as I walked back into the house, slush dripping down my shirt, I found myself smiling.
Rating: G
Word Count: 225
Card: Winter
Bingo: Skating + White + Ice + Silver + People Who Matter
Summary: They don’t have winter in Tharios, so all Keth wanted to do was help Dema improve his understanding of snow.
A/N: School is eating my soul, but winter bingo is shiny and must be loved!
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We don’t have snow in Tharios. For that matter, we don’t even have winter, not like there is in Namorn or Karang. Despite that, it wasn’t my first experience with the icy substance. Not far to the north of my home is the Bouvai mountain range, and at their peaks was snow all year round, and I had gone there several times in my youth.
No, what I found so strange about winter, and therefore snow, in Namorn was the way that people treated it; they skated in it, frolicked with it, ambushed their friends with it, they even let their children play in it. At home, going to the glaciers was an expedition, and a dangerous one at that. Snow was treated as a fearsome opponent, not a play toy.
When I mentioned this to Keth, he grinned his silver-sharp smile that I had long ago associated with mischief. My hopes that he might let it slide vanished when he bounced out of his chair and grabbed my arm, declaring that it was about time I get used to it, and dragged me outside.
Whatever his declarations to the contrary, to this day I find it unlikely that a snowball fight was absolutely essential to understanding snow, but as I walked back into the house, slush dripping down my shirt, I found myself smiling.