Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 24, 2010 1:27:56 GMT 10
Title: Family Obligations
Rating: PG
Prompt: 20. home is where we are not
Summary: Do you move on because you want to, or because you have no choice?
The wind whipped around the citadel. It seemed to come from every direction at once, and a summer storm threatened. Tris stood on the walkway atop the wall, right at the edge.
Tris? Briar approached from the stair, but she couldn't have heard his voice over the gusting of the wind.
What is it? When he didn't reply immediately, she went on. Sandry sent you, didn't she?
She couldn't come herself. She's busy getting ready for the festival.
I know. Family obligations. Tris all but spat out the words.
Briar slid hands into his pockets, leaning back against the wall of the guard house. A stranger would have worried that Tris, still limping from her injuries, was in danger of falling over the edge. She's a bag – she can't help it.
Have you talked to Daja?
Not lately.
Tenth Caravan Idarun is at Gold Ridge. The wind picked up, making their clothes flap against their bodies. She's thinking of traveling with them.
So that's what all this is about. The thought would have been best kept to himself, but it was out before Briar could stop it.
Tris turned a glare on him. As if I'd lose control like that.
Then why-?
There's a festival tomorrow, she explained patiently, as though Briar were a slow child. An outdoor festival. A celebration of His Grace having been the sovreign of Emelan for forty years. This weather system was coming toward us – all I did is speed it along a little, so the rain will be past by dawn.
Oh. Briar grinned. That's sweet.
Don't tell anyone, Tris answered gruffly.
So, about Daja..?
Tris sighed. The traders cast her out, because of something she couldn't control – because of her magic, indirectly. Now they're willing to take her back... and it seems like she's willing to go.
Yeah.
She turned away again, watching the approaching storm. My people still won't take me back. And if they did want to, I wouldn't go. Her hurt and rage blazed bright in Briar's mind. Not ever.
The rain began to fall, big, hot drops falling out of the darkening sky.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 20. home is where we are not
Summary: Do you move on because you want to, or because you have no choice?
The wind whipped around the citadel. It seemed to come from every direction at once, and a summer storm threatened. Tris stood on the walkway atop the wall, right at the edge.
Tris? Briar approached from the stair, but she couldn't have heard his voice over the gusting of the wind.
What is it? When he didn't reply immediately, she went on. Sandry sent you, didn't she?
She couldn't come herself. She's busy getting ready for the festival.
I know. Family obligations. Tris all but spat out the words.
Briar slid hands into his pockets, leaning back against the wall of the guard house. A stranger would have worried that Tris, still limping from her injuries, was in danger of falling over the edge. She's a bag – she can't help it.
Have you talked to Daja?
Not lately.
Tenth Caravan Idarun is at Gold Ridge. The wind picked up, making their clothes flap against their bodies. She's thinking of traveling with them.
So that's what all this is about. The thought would have been best kept to himself, but it was out before Briar could stop it.
Tris turned a glare on him. As if I'd lose control like that.
Then why-?
There's a festival tomorrow, she explained patiently, as though Briar were a slow child. An outdoor festival. A celebration of His Grace having been the sovreign of Emelan for forty years. This weather system was coming toward us – all I did is speed it along a little, so the rain will be past by dawn.
Oh. Briar grinned. That's sweet.
Don't tell anyone, Tris answered gruffly.
So, about Daja..?
Tris sighed. The traders cast her out, because of something she couldn't control – because of her magic, indirectly. Now they're willing to take her back... and it seems like she's willing to go.
Yeah.
She turned away again, watching the approaching storm. My people still won't take me back. And if they did want to, I wouldn't go. Her hurt and rage blazed bright in Briar's mind. Not ever.
The rain began to fall, big, hot drops falling out of the darkening sky.