Post by PeroxidePirate on Aug 26, 2010 11:26:14 GMT 10
Title: Push
Rating: PG
Prompt: 22. longer ways to go
Summary: Tris has always been one to push.
“Tris, hello.” Lark beckoned her into the cottage, pushing aside a pile of stones to make a space at the table. “Sit down. You didn't walk from Summersea?”
Tris laughed dryly. “I walked from Winding Circle's gate.”
Lark's eyes turned soft with sympathy. “And you're worn out with it. Sit down,” she repeated. “I'll get you some cold tea.” She bustled away, returning momentarily with a pair of stoneware mugs, a platter of muffins, and two plates.
“Thank you.” Tris sipped, tasting lemon and mint blended with chilled Yanjingy tea. “I'll clean up, after,” she added, reaching for a muffin.
“You needn't,” Lark countered. “You're a guest here, now.”
Tris shoved her spectacles up on her nose. “This was my home for five years. And you're family – you and Rosethorn are more parents to me than my own mother and father. I am not a guest in this house.”
She met Lark's eyes until the older woman nodded. “Thank you, Trisana. I am honored to think of you as a daughter.”
Tris looked away, concentrating on eating. For a while they spoke of other things: the celebration at the Duke's Citadel, their respective projects, and their shared friends. At last, snack finished, Lark stood and began to clear the dishes.
Tris stood, too, wobbling on her feet. “Let me-”
“Sit down,” Lark ordered. “If you are a daughter to me, I ask you to listen. Legs take a cursed long time to heal, and I know you've been pushing yourself.”
Tris sat heavily, a blush flooding her cheeks. “How did you-?”
“I've lived with Rosethorn for fifteen years.” Lark picked up the empty platter, stacking the plates on top. “She can't stand seeming feeble, either.” She looked right at Tris, dark eyes serious. “But healing can only happen so fast. Nothing changes that.”
Tris bowed her head. “I know.”
Lark moved into the cooking area, setting the dishes in the wash-tub beside the stove. “There's a crate of books by the back door,” she called over her shoulder. “Niko left them, last time he was here. I'll send Glaki for a cart to take you and the books back to Summersea.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: 22. longer ways to go
Summary: Tris has always been one to push.
“Tris, hello.” Lark beckoned her into the cottage, pushing aside a pile of stones to make a space at the table. “Sit down. You didn't walk from Summersea?”
Tris laughed dryly. “I walked from Winding Circle's gate.”
Lark's eyes turned soft with sympathy. “And you're worn out with it. Sit down,” she repeated. “I'll get you some cold tea.” She bustled away, returning momentarily with a pair of stoneware mugs, a platter of muffins, and two plates.
“Thank you.” Tris sipped, tasting lemon and mint blended with chilled Yanjingy tea. “I'll clean up, after,” she added, reaching for a muffin.
“You needn't,” Lark countered. “You're a guest here, now.”
Tris shoved her spectacles up on her nose. “This was my home for five years. And you're family – you and Rosethorn are more parents to me than my own mother and father. I am not a guest in this house.”
She met Lark's eyes until the older woman nodded. “Thank you, Trisana. I am honored to think of you as a daughter.”
Tris looked away, concentrating on eating. For a while they spoke of other things: the celebration at the Duke's Citadel, their respective projects, and their shared friends. At last, snack finished, Lark stood and began to clear the dishes.
Tris stood, too, wobbling on her feet. “Let me-”
“Sit down,” Lark ordered. “If you are a daughter to me, I ask you to listen. Legs take a cursed long time to heal, and I know you've been pushing yourself.”
Tris sat heavily, a blush flooding her cheeks. “How did you-?”
“I've lived with Rosethorn for fifteen years.” Lark picked up the empty platter, stacking the plates on top. “She can't stand seeming feeble, either.” She looked right at Tris, dark eyes serious. “But healing can only happen so fast. Nothing changes that.”
Tris bowed her head. “I know.”
Lark moved into the cooking area, setting the dishes in the wash-tub beside the stove. “There's a crate of books by the back door,” she called over her shoulder. “Niko left them, last time he was here. I'll send Glaki for a cart to take you and the books back to Summersea.”