Post by max on Nov 13, 2009 10:37:48 GMT 10
This is the first fanfic I have ever written. That... pretty much says it all. Bear with me?
Title: Treason
Rating: PG
Words: 397
Summary: Pauha leaving Starns, before the attack on Emelan.
Eyes the same green-blue as the sparkling lagoon water on the atoll where she had been wrecked a lifetime ago, shone, bright with fury at the injustice of it all.
‘But I’ll be eight. It’s my birthday.’
‘We can’t waste the winds when Grace has provided them for us free of charge. We take what we can get.’
As usual it was the wrong thing to say and the child looked at her for a moment longer to let her feel the full brunt of her betrayal before running away, tangled spools of golden hair flying behind her as she disappeared up into the hills.
Pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing, Pau wondered afresh at how so much had changed in so short a time. One day she had been seventeen and recklessly angry, the next she had fallen in love, and with child. And now here she was, just five and twenty years old, about to lead the largest fleet that had ever been pulled together by the sea raiders to the jewel of Summersea to take back what was theirs.
But her daughter measured her world by different scales. Starns in the dry season with the days that stretched out into indigo nighttime skies and the quiet lowing of calves on the hills. Birthday dinners with flowers woven through her hair. When I was eight we begged on the streets of that self-righteous Dukedom and your uncle killed a bag who tried to rape me. Then we ran.
‘I’ll talk to her about it once you’re gone.’ She turned at the sound of the voice to see Tanzin, his arms folded, leaning in the doorway. Grimacing, she shook her head. ‘I’ll do it before we sail tonight.' A pause. 'She's right. It is unfair on her.’
‘That won’t stop you though, will it?’
Twin pairs of lagoon eyes sparkle through her dreams on the voyage out to her destiny. She can’t separate the sound of canvas sails snapping in the wind from the sound of her hand as it made contact with his jaw. The smell of salt and ozone from her daughter’s overbright, unshed tears.
They think that she has betrayed them, by going out this final time to make their world a better place. It isn’t in either of their natures to think that she might feel exactly the same way.
Title: Treason
Rating: PG
Words: 397
Summary: Pauha leaving Starns, before the attack on Emelan.
Eyes the same green-blue as the sparkling lagoon water on the atoll where she had been wrecked a lifetime ago, shone, bright with fury at the injustice of it all.
‘But I’ll be eight. It’s my birthday.’
‘We can’t waste the winds when Grace has provided them for us free of charge. We take what we can get.’
As usual it was the wrong thing to say and the child looked at her for a moment longer to let her feel the full brunt of her betrayal before running away, tangled spools of golden hair flying behind her as she disappeared up into the hills.
Pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing, Pau wondered afresh at how so much had changed in so short a time. One day she had been seventeen and recklessly angry, the next she had fallen in love, and with child. And now here she was, just five and twenty years old, about to lead the largest fleet that had ever been pulled together by the sea raiders to the jewel of Summersea to take back what was theirs.
But her daughter measured her world by different scales. Starns in the dry season with the days that stretched out into indigo nighttime skies and the quiet lowing of calves on the hills. Birthday dinners with flowers woven through her hair. When I was eight we begged on the streets of that self-righteous Dukedom and your uncle killed a bag who tried to rape me. Then we ran.
‘I’ll talk to her about it once you’re gone.’ She turned at the sound of the voice to see Tanzin, his arms folded, leaning in the doorway. Grimacing, she shook her head. ‘I’ll do it before we sail tonight.' A pause. 'She's right. It is unfair on her.’
‘That won’t stop you though, will it?’
Twin pairs of lagoon eyes sparkle through her dreams on the voyage out to her destiny. She can’t separate the sound of canvas sails snapping in the wind from the sound of her hand as it made contact with his jaw. The smell of salt and ozone from her daughter’s overbright, unshed tears.
They think that she has betrayed them, by going out this final time to make their world a better place. It isn’t in either of their natures to think that she might feel exactly the same way.