Post by Strapless on Mar 21, 2009 14:29:09 GMT 10
Title: Indigo
Rating: G
Prompt: #1 - colour
Summary: Miri struggles with horsemen's vocabulary.
She didn’t care what Daine had told her—that pony definitely was not blue. Miri was fairly certain she knew what blue was. The crystalline turquoise of a calm sea, the stormy grayish hues of a coastal hurricane, the pale sky reflected in shallow tidepools, and the sharp monochrome contrast of the horizon.
So what in the Wave Walker’s name was a blue roan?
She squinted at the pony’s coat while the fellow rooted about her hands and pockets for the apples she had been armed with. Just as she suspected, not a hint of blue. Only a uniform black, shading from the head and legs with generous flecks of white hair that gave the impression of one solid color from a distance. Perhaps if she stood in the right light, squinted her eyes, and tilted her head it would make sense.
All she managed to discover was the beginnings of a headache.
In the end, she acquiesced to the higher authority. Considering she barely knew what to call all the body parts of her newly acquired mount, what color he was became the least of her worries. When asked what name she had bestowed on the pony, it was the second thought to come to mind that she gave in answer: Indigo.
She just couldn’t bring herself to name him something so trite as Blue.
Rating: G
Prompt: #1 - colour
Summary: Miri struggles with horsemen's vocabulary.
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She didn’t care what Daine had told her—that pony definitely was not blue. Miri was fairly certain she knew what blue was. The crystalline turquoise of a calm sea, the stormy grayish hues of a coastal hurricane, the pale sky reflected in shallow tidepools, and the sharp monochrome contrast of the horizon.
So what in the Wave Walker’s name was a blue roan?
She squinted at the pony’s coat while the fellow rooted about her hands and pockets for the apples she had been armed with. Just as she suspected, not a hint of blue. Only a uniform black, shading from the head and legs with generous flecks of white hair that gave the impression of one solid color from a distance. Perhaps if she stood in the right light, squinted her eyes, and tilted her head it would make sense.
All she managed to discover was the beginnings of a headache.
In the end, she acquiesced to the higher authority. Considering she barely knew what to call all the body parts of her newly acquired mount, what color he was became the least of her worries. When asked what name she had bestowed on the pony, it was the second thought to come to mind that she gave in answer: Indigo.
She just couldn’t bring herself to name him something so trite as Blue.
I like Rider-fic....
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!