Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 5:58:24 GMT 10
Title: Cloth-of-Gold
Rating: G
Word Count: 391
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: You really do prefer the company of birds to other humans. Rosethorn's Garden #2
"Niva, sweet, it's time for you to come inside."
"Not until it's asleep, Luc."
"Papa will hang you by your heels in the well if you're not up early tomorrow."
"I can handle him," Niva says firmly, hands on her hips, and she tends her starling until thin mist obscures the skies, and her bean-runners have stopped whispering stories. She is happy.
- : -
"You really do prefer the company of birds to other humans."
"You really do like stating the obvious, don't you?"
His mouth twitches. She's sure of it. And he shifts when she moves to go around him, hiding something behind his back.
She narrows her eyes at him. "What's so funny?"
Isas is an aristocrat, but he isn't as good at hiding his expression as he believes. He gives up trying, and waves a hand loosely at the small bird cupped between her fingers, all pin-feathers and big, liquid yearning eyes. "I ought to present you with cloth-of-gold for your coming birthday," he drawls. "You would make more use of it, spelling it help you communicate with these beasts, than I would leaving it in my garden box."
And he presents her with cloth-of-gold.
She stares, and says the first thing that comes to mind. "Anyone would think you were courting me, with something this charming." His new friends among the novices, as few as they are, spring to mind.
His cheeks dust rose, but holds it out anyway, and their hands brush as she takes them.
"You grew these for me?" she asks, with the wonder of someone who knows the contents of his small box-gardens inside out. "In the day since I rescued Squeek?"
He sniffs, knowing it irritates her and not looking as though he cares -- he's doing it on purpose! "You underestimate my powers."
No, Niva thinks. Just you, as one of those rich idiots with an unfortunate talent for green things. I won't do that again.
- : -
The ground is dry and even weeds struggle to take hold.
Niva shows her newly rescued starling its nest at her window, next to her small window-box of fennel. She's formed a small garden within Lightbridge's walls, but she can't bear to sleep without something green.
And now the starling joins her collection of precious memories, of a time she wasn't trapped in this house of dust.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 391
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: You really do prefer the company of birds to other humans. Rosethorn's Garden #2
"Niva, sweet, it's time for you to come inside."
"Not until it's asleep, Luc."
"Papa will hang you by your heels in the well if you're not up early tomorrow."
"I can handle him," Niva says firmly, hands on her hips, and she tends her starling until thin mist obscures the skies, and her bean-runners have stopped whispering stories. She is happy.
- : -
"You really do prefer the company of birds to other humans."
"You really do like stating the obvious, don't you?"
His mouth twitches. She's sure of it. And he shifts when she moves to go around him, hiding something behind his back.
She narrows her eyes at him. "What's so funny?"
Isas is an aristocrat, but he isn't as good at hiding his expression as he believes. He gives up trying, and waves a hand loosely at the small bird cupped between her fingers, all pin-feathers and big, liquid yearning eyes. "I ought to present you with cloth-of-gold for your coming birthday," he drawls. "You would make more use of it, spelling it help you communicate with these beasts, than I would leaving it in my garden box."
And he presents her with cloth-of-gold.
She stares, and says the first thing that comes to mind. "Anyone would think you were courting me, with something this charming." His new friends among the novices, as few as they are, spring to mind.
His cheeks dust rose, but holds it out anyway, and their hands brush as she takes them.
"You grew these for me?" she asks, with the wonder of someone who knows the contents of his small box-gardens inside out. "In the day since I rescued Squeek?"
He sniffs, knowing it irritates her and not looking as though he cares -- he's doing it on purpose! "You underestimate my powers."
No, Niva thinks. Just you, as one of those rich idiots with an unfortunate talent for green things. I won't do that again.
- : -
The ground is dry and even weeds struggle to take hold.
Niva shows her newly rescued starling its nest at her window, next to her small window-box of fennel. She's formed a small garden within Lightbridge's walls, but she can't bear to sleep without something green.
And now the starling joins her collection of precious memories, of a time she wasn't trapped in this house of dust.
QC: by Cassandra
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!