Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:54:10 GMT 10
Title: Dark and Stormy Night [9]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 277
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Trust Daj’ to put a real deep meaning into a ghost story.”
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
“I like the story about the Storm Hag,” Daja murmured, softer than the rain battering the window of her study. She recalled Rosethorn’s old fire-side story and smiled.
“Rosethorn had a story about Tris?” Briar retorted. He caught the cushion Tris threw at him; he had previously thrown it at her.
“That makes sense, Daja,” Sandry responded, ignoring her two siblings. “The sea speaks to you.”
“I would hope not to hear her sea voice.” Daja grinned and cleared her throat. Her siblings stopped and stared as she started singing the Sea Hag’s song. “Come into the water, love, dance beneath the waves—where dwell the bones of sailor-lads inside my saffron cave.” Her voice was rich and deep; her siblings smiled to hear it.
Briar blinked. “I forgot Rosethorn sang that. It was the first time we heard her sing, wasn’t it?”
Tris nodded. “And she took great delight in telling us that those who didn’t hear the song and flee received no mercy from the Storm Hag, who captured ships with her whirlpool and embraced the sailors with long green arms.”
“‘Where she will feast on your body amongst the weeds’,” Briar quoted verbatim, grinning. “She used that line on me a few times, apart from the story.”
Daja chuckled. “What I like is that it reminds us to stay alert once the storm is through, that we’re not suddenly free from danger. I knew many ships to suffer damage or deaths from laziness and foolhardiness after storms. The Storm Hag teaches constant vigilance.”
Briar pointed a thumb over his shoulder at Daja. “Trust Daj’ to put a real deep meaning into a ghost story.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 277
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Trust Daj’ to put a real deep meaning into a ghost story.”
Notes: It was a dark and stormy night...*dun dun dun*. No, not really.
“I like the story about the Storm Hag,” Daja murmured, softer than the rain battering the window of her study. She recalled Rosethorn’s old fire-side story and smiled.
“Rosethorn had a story about Tris?” Briar retorted. He caught the cushion Tris threw at him; he had previously thrown it at her.
“That makes sense, Daja,” Sandry responded, ignoring her two siblings. “The sea speaks to you.”
“I would hope not to hear her sea voice.” Daja grinned and cleared her throat. Her siblings stopped and stared as she started singing the Sea Hag’s song. “Come into the water, love, dance beneath the waves—where dwell the bones of sailor-lads inside my saffron cave.” Her voice was rich and deep; her siblings smiled to hear it.
Briar blinked. “I forgot Rosethorn sang that. It was the first time we heard her sing, wasn’t it?”
Tris nodded. “And she took great delight in telling us that those who didn’t hear the song and flee received no mercy from the Storm Hag, who captured ships with her whirlpool and embraced the sailors with long green arms.”
“‘Where she will feast on your body amongst the weeds’,” Briar quoted verbatim, grinning. “She used that line on me a few times, apart from the story.”
Daja chuckled. “What I like is that it reminds us to stay alert once the storm is through, that we’re not suddenly free from danger. I knew many ships to suffer damage or deaths from laziness and foolhardiness after storms. The Storm Hag teaches constant vigilance.”
Briar pointed a thumb over his shoulder at Daja. “Trust Daj’ to put a real deep meaning into a ghost story.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!