Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:28:39 GMT 10
Title: Shadows [5]
Rating: G
Word Count: 243
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Sandry, will you be able to sleep in the dark?”
Notes: I've always wondered what would happen when Sandry's stone finally dimmed.
“Sandry, will you be able to sleep in the dark?” Tris asked from the foot of Sandry’s bed. The woman’s light stone from childhood had finally gone out, twenty-five years later. “We can fetch a lantern.”
“I’m thirty-five,” Sandry said. Her voice held a challenge; her friends guessed it was not a challenge for them, but one to the ghosts of Sandry’s fears. “I am a thirty-five year old woman, a great mage and future Duchess; I am Sandriline fa Toren, of Emelan and Namorn. I was the student of Lark and the teacher of many. I am family to Great Mages Trisana Chandler, Daja Kisubo and Briar Moss.” She took a breath. “I am going to sleep in the dark.”
“She’s gone noble,” Briar whispered, but there was a smile in his voice. Daja’s laughter was distinguishable.
Sandry held out her hands and sent the feeling of it to her siblings. She soon felt three hands on each of hers—two from Daja on the right, two from Briar on the left and one each from Tris at the end of the bed.
Her voice was less formal when she spoke this time. “But could you all stay with me? I don’t think I can get through the first night alone.”
“That’s the Sandry I know,” Briar murmured. He moved to kiss her temple. “And of course.”
“Always, saati.”
“Let me go fetch some extra pillows.” Tris shifted. “I’ll be right back.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 243
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Sandry, will you be able to sleep in the dark?”
Notes: I've always wondered what would happen when Sandry's stone finally dimmed.
“Sandry, will you be able to sleep in the dark?” Tris asked from the foot of Sandry’s bed. The woman’s light stone from childhood had finally gone out, twenty-five years later. “We can fetch a lantern.”
“I’m thirty-five,” Sandry said. Her voice held a challenge; her friends guessed it was not a challenge for them, but one to the ghosts of Sandry’s fears. “I am a thirty-five year old woman, a great mage and future Duchess; I am Sandriline fa Toren, of Emelan and Namorn. I was the student of Lark and the teacher of many. I am family to Great Mages Trisana Chandler, Daja Kisubo and Briar Moss.” She took a breath. “I am going to sleep in the dark.”
“She’s gone noble,” Briar whispered, but there was a smile in his voice. Daja’s laughter was distinguishable.
Sandry held out her hands and sent the feeling of it to her siblings. She soon felt three hands on each of hers—two from Daja on the right, two from Briar on the left and one each from Tris at the end of the bed.
Her voice was less formal when she spoke this time. “But could you all stay with me? I don’t think I can get through the first night alone.”
“That’s the Sandry I know,” Briar murmured. He moved to kiss her temple. “And of course.”
“Always, saati.”
“Let me go fetch some extra pillows.” Tris shifted. “I’ll be right back.”