Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 7:21:14 GMT 10
Title: Little Bear [6]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 299
Paring: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Character death
Summary: “Goodbye, Little Bear,” she called.
Notes: Sadface.
The old caves by the sea were different from how they had once been. Briar, Daja, Sandry and Tris recalled this from later explorations during their Winding Circle years: after the earthquake, the caves had shifted.
Sandry found the closest approximation, location-wise, to the cave she and her friends had entered so many summers ago, right before the earthquake. She caught sight of the sea from where she stood and recalled Daja dispersing Little Bear’s ashes in the waves.
The urn was heavy in Sandry’s hands. She lifted the lid—Tris held it for her—and took a handful. “Could you all get in a circle, please?”
Her family formed a tight circle: Lark, Rosethorn, Briar, Daja, Tris and a spot for Sandry between Tris and Lark. Sandry started sprinkling the ashes behind Lark and worked herself around the circle, keeping herself inside as she closed it. She blew on her hand when she finished; Tris reattached the lid.
Sandry placed the urn in the centre of the circle and grasped hands with Lark and Tris.
“Thank you for bringing us all together, Little Bear. You forged a circle between us and made our collection of personalities a family.”
Sandry squeezed Tris’ hand for a few seconds. After a moment, she felt Lark squeeze her hand in a similar way; the touch had made its way around the circle. She squeezed both Lark and Tris’ hands and let go, ducking to collect the urn once more.
Daja wiped the tears from Sandry’s eyes; Briar took the urn when it was loose in her hands. Tris kept the wind from disturbing the circle of ashes around them until Sandry broke it with her finger and they all stepped out.
“Goodbye, Little Bear,” she called.
“Goodbye, Little Bear,” the others repeated.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 299
Paring: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings: Character death
Summary: “Goodbye, Little Bear,” she called.
Notes: Sadface.
The old caves by the sea were different from how they had once been. Briar, Daja, Sandry and Tris recalled this from later explorations during their Winding Circle years: after the earthquake, the caves had shifted.
Sandry found the closest approximation, location-wise, to the cave she and her friends had entered so many summers ago, right before the earthquake. She caught sight of the sea from where she stood and recalled Daja dispersing Little Bear’s ashes in the waves.
The urn was heavy in Sandry’s hands. She lifted the lid—Tris held it for her—and took a handful. “Could you all get in a circle, please?”
Her family formed a tight circle: Lark, Rosethorn, Briar, Daja, Tris and a spot for Sandry between Tris and Lark. Sandry started sprinkling the ashes behind Lark and worked herself around the circle, keeping herself inside as she closed it. She blew on her hand when she finished; Tris reattached the lid.
Sandry placed the urn in the centre of the circle and grasped hands with Lark and Tris.
“Thank you for bringing us all together, Little Bear. You forged a circle between us and made our collection of personalities a family.”
Sandry squeezed Tris’ hand for a few seconds. After a moment, she felt Lark squeeze her hand in a similar way; the touch had made its way around the circle. She squeezed both Lark and Tris’ hands and let go, ducking to collect the urn once more.
Daja wiped the tears from Sandry’s eyes; Briar took the urn when it was loose in her hands. Tris kept the wind from disturbing the circle of ashes around them until Sandry broke it with her finger and they all stepped out.
“Goodbye, Little Bear,” she called.
“Goodbye, Little Bear,” the others repeated.