Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 8:10:12 GMT 10
Title: Summer Woes
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: Summer stinks.
Notes: This upon realising that, now that exams are done, I have to clean and organise and pack and clean some more and do responsible adult things...
“Nails. Always nails,” Daja reported of her day. “Frostpine told me to think of it like meals: nails for breakfast—always required to start off the day, tacks for snack and the heartier stuff for lunch and dinner. Only we never get to lunch and dinner.” She sighed and leaned back against the thatch. “I think he only told me because he was hungry.”
Sandry giggled. She hardly heard Daja complain, but nails seemed to inspire it out of the Trader girl. Sandry knit her fingers in the thatch and smiled up to the blue sky above them. “Lark still has me spinning. I’ll get the knack soon, I hope. I’d love to learn weaving someday.”
“If I have to watch and name one more cloud type…” Tris mumbled. It was an empty threat. Briar pointed up at one of the clouds moving into their line of sight. “Shut it, bramble-boy. What have you been set?”
“Weeding. Rosethorn says I’ll be weeding ‘till I can’t no more, then a while longer. She says that’s what summer is.” He sighed. “Summer used to be when Bags had their purse strings loose. Now I have to really work for it! Summer stinks.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: Summer stinks.
Notes: This upon realising that, now that exams are done, I have to clean and organise and pack and clean some more and do responsible adult things...
“Nails. Always nails,” Daja reported of her day. “Frostpine told me to think of it like meals: nails for breakfast—always required to start off the day, tacks for snack and the heartier stuff for lunch and dinner. Only we never get to lunch and dinner.” She sighed and leaned back against the thatch. “I think he only told me because he was hungry.”
Sandry giggled. She hardly heard Daja complain, but nails seemed to inspire it out of the Trader girl. Sandry knit her fingers in the thatch and smiled up to the blue sky above them. “Lark still has me spinning. I’ll get the knack soon, I hope. I’d love to learn weaving someday.”
“If I have to watch and name one more cloud type…” Tris mumbled. It was an empty threat. Briar pointed up at one of the clouds moving into their line of sight. “Shut it, bramble-boy. What have you been set?”
“Weeding. Rosethorn says I’ll be weeding ‘till I can’t no more, then a while longer. She says that’s what summer is.” He sighed. “Summer used to be when Bags had their purse strings loose. Now I have to really work for it! Summer stinks.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!