Post by PeroxidePirate on Sept 2, 2010 22:06:16 GMT 10
Title: Roam the World
Rating: PG
Prompt: 27. Whole Unvisited World
Summary: Sandry feels the press of time.
“Let's go south,” Sandry suggested, studying the map pinned to the wall of the small library at 6 Cheeseman Street. She spoke quietly: a few hours after their shared working, Tris was still asleep in the guest room down the hall. She tired easily, yet, and they'd been afraid of waking her if someone carried her all the way to her room.
Stretched out on the sofa, Briar opened his eyes. “Why south?”
Sandry shrugged. “I've never been – well, not since I was small. We've been north, and you've been east – plus, I don't think going very far to the east is a good idea right now. And there's not much to the west.” She turned around to face him, eyes dancing. “Unless you'd like to try crossing the Endless Ocean?”
“We'd have to cross it twice, don't forget – and have time to explore what's on the far side. Could Emelan spare you for three or four years?”
Sandry grimaced. “Not likely.” She turned back to the map. “But south... if we go by boat, it's less than three weeks to the other side of the Pebbled Sea. And that's where they grow most of the cotton Emelan imports.”
Briar sat up. “You're serious about this.”
“Completely. I'll be tied here, or somewhere, soon enough. Best to roam while I can.”
“Have you brought it up with anyone else?”
“Only Uncle. He's not opposed, though he'll send a barrage of guards and servants along, I'm sure.”
He grinned. “I'll help you give 'em the slip, if you like.”
Sandry's face lit up. “You'll come, then?”
“Can't say no to you,” he answered, and she was sure he'd have tugged on one of her braids if she'd been wearing them.
Neither one of them noticed the curl of breeze blowing through the half-open door.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 27. Whole Unvisited World
Summary: Sandry feels the press of time.
“Let's go south,” Sandry suggested, studying the map pinned to the wall of the small library at 6 Cheeseman Street. She spoke quietly: a few hours after their shared working, Tris was still asleep in the guest room down the hall. She tired easily, yet, and they'd been afraid of waking her if someone carried her all the way to her room.
Stretched out on the sofa, Briar opened his eyes. “Why south?”
Sandry shrugged. “I've never been – well, not since I was small. We've been north, and you've been east – plus, I don't think going very far to the east is a good idea right now. And there's not much to the west.” She turned around to face him, eyes dancing. “Unless you'd like to try crossing the Endless Ocean?”
“We'd have to cross it twice, don't forget – and have time to explore what's on the far side. Could Emelan spare you for three or four years?”
Sandry grimaced. “Not likely.” She turned back to the map. “But south... if we go by boat, it's less than three weeks to the other side of the Pebbled Sea. And that's where they grow most of the cotton Emelan imports.”
Briar sat up. “You're serious about this.”
“Completely. I'll be tied here, or somewhere, soon enough. Best to roam while I can.”
“Have you brought it up with anyone else?”
“Only Uncle. He's not opposed, though he'll send a barrage of guards and servants along, I'm sure.”
He grinned. “I'll help you give 'em the slip, if you like.”
Sandry's face lit up. “You'll come, then?”
“Can't say no to you,” he answered, and she was sure he'd have tugged on one of her braids if she'd been wearing them.
Neither one of them noticed the curl of breeze blowing through the half-open door.