Post by journeycat on Jun 25, 2010 8:42:29 GMT 10
Title: A Quiet Sun
Rating: G
Length: 375 words
Summary: Vedris meets Sandry for the first time since the death of her parents.
Author’s Notes: First Emelan fic EVER. Er, I've only just finished Sandry's Book, so hopefully there aren't too many discrepancies.
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He had always found rain soothing, almost light-hearted even in winter, but Vedris could only think it lonely now as he listened to the black-glad ghost in his library speak of the horrible atrocity that had befallen her family. His family. Their family.
Little one, he thought sadly, as Sandrilene paused in her tale, what sorrows you have suffered.
Already had he heard it from Niklaren, but from Sandry it was harder to handle—it came straight from the source, in the form of a fragile-sounding voice. Mattin and Amiliane had always loved to travel and they did it frequently, but it seemed their nomadic lifestyle had finally bested them. It was simply the wrong city at the wrong time, and they had paid for it with their free-spirited lives.
And now—well, now he had their daughter, as beautiful as Amiliane had been with the very same hard edge he had seen in Matt. But what to do with her? Namorn could take better care of her. As much as Vedris would love to keep her light in this dim castle, he could not attend to her as she needed and she would only wilt.
The library went quiet, Sandry’s story told in full. He turned to look at them, and in particular his great-niece, who still looked worse for the wear.
“Master Niko, it was good of you to bring Sandrilene to me, particularly at this time of year.”
“The land roads weren’t so bad, your Grace,” replied Niko. “And certainly I couldn’t abandon Sandry at that point.”
“I know I should have waited till spring, Uncle,” the girl added with solemn eyes, “but I just couldn’t. Hatar—it’s a giant graveyard now. I couldn’t stay an hour more.”
A graveyard of bodies, a graveyard of memories. Vedris would never have expected her to stay.
He smiled at her. “I understand, my dear. You don’t have to apologize.”
Sandry returned his smile with a little one of her own. It was dim and trembling, but there was sunshine in it, if only it would come out. He decided he wanted her to stay, if only somewhere in Emelan—he could use a little more sunshine in his life.
Rating: G
Length: 375 words
Summary: Vedris meets Sandry for the first time since the death of her parents.
Author’s Notes: First Emelan fic EVER. Er, I've only just finished Sandry's Book, so hopefully there aren't too many discrepancies.
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He had always found rain soothing, almost light-hearted even in winter, but Vedris could only think it lonely now as he listened to the black-glad ghost in his library speak of the horrible atrocity that had befallen her family. His family. Their family.
Little one, he thought sadly, as Sandrilene paused in her tale, what sorrows you have suffered.
Already had he heard it from Niklaren, but from Sandry it was harder to handle—it came straight from the source, in the form of a fragile-sounding voice. Mattin and Amiliane had always loved to travel and they did it frequently, but it seemed their nomadic lifestyle had finally bested them. It was simply the wrong city at the wrong time, and they had paid for it with their free-spirited lives.
And now—well, now he had their daughter, as beautiful as Amiliane had been with the very same hard edge he had seen in Matt. But what to do with her? Namorn could take better care of her. As much as Vedris would love to keep her light in this dim castle, he could not attend to her as she needed and she would only wilt.
The library went quiet, Sandry’s story told in full. He turned to look at them, and in particular his great-niece, who still looked worse for the wear.
“Master Niko, it was good of you to bring Sandrilene to me, particularly at this time of year.”
“The land roads weren’t so bad, your Grace,” replied Niko. “And certainly I couldn’t abandon Sandry at that point.”
“I know I should have waited till spring, Uncle,” the girl added with solemn eyes, “but I just couldn’t. Hatar—it’s a giant graveyard now. I couldn’t stay an hour more.”
A graveyard of bodies, a graveyard of memories. Vedris would never have expected her to stay.
He smiled at her. “I understand, my dear. You don’t have to apologize.”
Sandry returned his smile with a little one of her own. It was dim and trembling, but there was sunshine in it, if only it would come out. He decided he wanted her to stay, if only somewhere in Emelan—he could use a little more sunshine in his life.