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Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 12, 2010 23:41:09 GMT 10
Title: Roots Rating: PG Prompt: 10. no time for spreadin’ roots Summary: The ground calls, and you can only ignore your nature for so long.
The day Sandry and Tris left, Briar took his shoes off on the porch, rolled up his trousers past the knee, and cracked his knuckles. He took a careful step off the stone flags of the porch, toes digging into the soft, damp soil of his garden. Then another step, and another, walking between the vegetables and flowers.
He'd learned, years earlier, that there was no point in planting in rows – not for him. The plants would clamor to be close to him, spurred to movement by his very presence. If he explained himself, they'd step back to let him pass. They did so now, and he made his way to the garden's very center, dropping to his knees in the midst of it.
“This,” he whispered, breathing it all in. “This is what was missing.” He'd spent nearly five years traveling, with only his shakans and other humans for companions: it was too much. He was starting to feel like a shakan himself, but he wasn't meant to live in a pot. He needed time – space – ground in which to take root.
He had it, now. He wasn't going anywhere.
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Post by ev on Aug 13, 2010 8:21:09 GMT 10
The real Briar: natureboy, I love it!
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Post by Lisa on Aug 18, 2010 9:34:53 GMT 10
In one fell swoop you've pointed out the difference between Briar and Crane to me - and Rosethorn, at that. It's about roots, and freedom, and - wow, you dazzle me.
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Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 18, 2010 12:41:47 GMT 10
Thank you both! ^_^ I think this is the one I'm happiest with so far, so it's nice to know it works for other people, too.
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