Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 1, 2011 8:46:35 GMT 10
Title: That Time of Moon [4]
Rating: G
Word Count: 260
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Menses
Summary: Briar's steps into understanding women--since he has to live with 5 of them.
Notes: Wrote this before I read Nicki's 'Monthly' story, but am now tickled pink.
“You all are no help,” Briar announced. “I should just ask Rosethorn myself.”
“No!” Tris exclaimed, stepping forward. When she saw what a sight she had made of herself, she stepped back again. Sandry stepped forward instead.
“No, you shouldn’t ask Rosethorn where her monthly blood comes from—she’d box your ears.” Sandry sighed and shook her head. “I’m sure you know men and women are different in…in that area between the legs.”
Briar scoffed. “Sure I know that, every dafty knows that. Ain’t gone my whole life without bathin’, ya know!”
“It comes from there.” Daja leaned against the wall and tapped her staff from foot to foot. “It means a woman isn’t carrying a child. She…regenerates, almost, gets prepared so she could carry a child before the next moon days.”
“So Rosethorn’s not dyin’, she just ain’t leeched?”
“If ‘leeched’ is your primeval term for pregnant, then yes,” Tris countered, clearly more comfortable to be back in the realm of insults. “She’s fine. She must have forgotten to take her herbs in advance.”
Briar looked relieved, at least. Or he did, until the girls looked ready to grin and smile and laugh again. “You! All of you! Out! I’m not a numbskull to be laughed at, not in my own nook! Out!”
Laughing, Sandry led the way out and up the stairs, intending to flop on Daja’s bed. Even Tris followed them in, interested in furthering their conversation without a boy around. They’d hardly spoken with girls their age before—what if one of them knew something important?
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: G
Word Count: 260
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris [Team Circlecest]
Round/Fight: 2/C
Warnings: Menses
Summary: Briar's steps into understanding women--since he has to live with 5 of them.
Notes: Wrote this before I read Nicki's 'Monthly' story, but am now tickled pink.
“You all are no help,” Briar announced. “I should just ask Rosethorn myself.”
“No!” Tris exclaimed, stepping forward. When she saw what a sight she had made of herself, she stepped back again. Sandry stepped forward instead.
“No, you shouldn’t ask Rosethorn where her monthly blood comes from—she’d box your ears.” Sandry sighed and shook her head. “I’m sure you know men and women are different in…in that area between the legs.”
Briar scoffed. “Sure I know that, every dafty knows that. Ain’t gone my whole life without bathin’, ya know!”
“It comes from there.” Daja leaned against the wall and tapped her staff from foot to foot. “It means a woman isn’t carrying a child. She…regenerates, almost, gets prepared so she could carry a child before the next moon days.”
“So Rosethorn’s not dyin’, she just ain’t leeched?”
“If ‘leeched’ is your primeval term for pregnant, then yes,” Tris countered, clearly more comfortable to be back in the realm of insults. “She’s fine. She must have forgotten to take her herbs in advance.”
Briar looked relieved, at least. Or he did, until the girls looked ready to grin and smile and laugh again. “You! All of you! Out! I’m not a numbskull to be laughed at, not in my own nook! Out!”
Laughing, Sandry led the way out and up the stairs, intending to flop on Daja’s bed. Even Tris followed them in, interested in furthering their conversation without a boy around. They’d hardly spoken with girls their age before—what if one of them knew something important?
QC by PeroxidePirate