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Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 7, 2010 22:05:22 GMT 10
Title: Far Beyond Rating: PG Prompt: 6. that we should voyage far Summary: Movement is a matter of perspective.
“Coppercurls, what are you up to?”
Tris shifted position on the garden bench. “Just listening.”
“Any news? Crime, disasters, juicy gossip?”
“Nothing,” she said, dully.
“Wind's straight out of the west today,” Briar observed. “Seems like it would bring information from the citadel and half of Summersea. That's not interesting?”
“Not especially.” Not if I wanted news from the north – toward Gold Ridge, Tris thought. She made sure to keep that thought to herself.
Briar settled on the bench beside her. The moment he stepped off the gravel path, blades of grass began to tremble with the excitement of reaching toward him. He looked down: he never stopped being bemused by their reaction. After a moment, the trembling stopped, and he turned his attention to Tris. “Did you ever expect to travel so far?”
Tris blinked. “We're not going anywhere.”
“Not now,” he agreed. “But how far are we from where we started? Daja and Sandry have always been travelers. But you and me, Coppercurls? Do you know how close we came to spending our whole life in one spot?”
She regarded him steadily for a moment, thinking that over. “You have dirt on your neck,” she said, tartly, as she got up from the bench and started down the path.
“Wait!” he called, plaintively. “Where are you going?”
“I have things to do,” came the short reply. But she was grinning as she walked away.
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Post by Lisa on Aug 8, 2010 1:51:14 GMT 10
Oh, wow, the "you have dirt on your neck" is *classic* Tris-changing-the-subject, and threw me back to Tris's Book. This was exceptional.
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Post by ev on Aug 8, 2010 5:41:02 GMT 10
This is great!
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 8, 2010 21:43:06 GMT 10
Thank you! I was hoping the ending would work.
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