Post by journeycat on May 20, 2010 14:18:53 GMT 10
Title: A World Apart
Rating: G
Prompt: #3 Same but different
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 246
Summary: Sir Anders interacts with his youngest sibling.
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“What are you doing?”
He was both gently exasperated and amused, and Keladry glanced up at him with a smile. “I’m looking at worlds.”
Anders squatted down next to her. “Worlds?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It looks like a bunch of sand to me.”
“It’s in the sand, silly.”
He was quiet for a moment. He didn’t remember when her birthday was, but he distantly remembered a letter from Ilane scolding his absence. He thought maybe she was four...or was it three? Anders wished he payed closer attention to her and Avinar now—with Vorinna squalling in the birthing chambers, he felt oddly inadequate when it came to children and fatherhood.
His musings (and the crazy midwife his mother favored) had chased him out of Mindelan altogether, where he found his sister unsupervised on the river shore, with her little toes buried in the dirt, mysteriously shifting through the sand.
Curious, Anders finally asked, “What kind of worlds?”
“Well, this one,” Kel said, holding up a single grain, “is filled with purple people with three legs. And this one is where the pie animals live.”
Inadequate though he was, he decided it would be in poor taste to laugh at her. It was charming, in a way. “How about this one?”
“Lady knights live there.”
He smiled indulgently. “Of course they do,” he said. He held out a hand, which she trustingly took. “I think it’s time we head back. Mama will be wondering where we went.”
Rating: G
Prompt: #3 Same but different
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 246
Summary: Sir Anders interacts with his youngest sibling.
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“What are you doing?”
He was both gently exasperated and amused, and Keladry glanced up at him with a smile. “I’m looking at worlds.”
Anders squatted down next to her. “Worlds?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It looks like a bunch of sand to me.”
“It’s in the sand, silly.”
He was quiet for a moment. He didn’t remember when her birthday was, but he distantly remembered a letter from Ilane scolding his absence. He thought maybe she was four...or was it three? Anders wished he payed closer attention to her and Avinar now—with Vorinna squalling in the birthing chambers, he felt oddly inadequate when it came to children and fatherhood.
His musings (and the crazy midwife his mother favored) had chased him out of Mindelan altogether, where he found his sister unsupervised on the river shore, with her little toes buried in the dirt, mysteriously shifting through the sand.
Curious, Anders finally asked, “What kind of worlds?”
“Well, this one,” Kel said, holding up a single grain, “is filled with purple people with three legs. And this one is where the pie animals live.”
Inadequate though he was, he decided it would be in poor taste to laugh at her. It was charming, in a way. “How about this one?”
“Lady knights live there.”
He smiled indulgently. “Of course they do,” he said. He held out a hand, which she trustingly took. “I think it’s time we head back. Mama will be wondering where we went.”