Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2011 8:56:37 GMT 10
Title: Laying the Foundation
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Isas starts to belong to Winding Circle. The House that Crane Built #1
Isas spends most of his first few weeks at Winding Circle quite alone: he doesn't care to socialize, and his year-mates pick up on that and treat him exactly the same way.
He doesn't find them interesting, so he feels little discomfort about his relative isolation.
While he is perfectly fine not speaking with those peers, he does miss speaking with someone who actually knows what they're talking about. He thought Winding Circle would be a fountain of knowledge; so far he's almost regretting coming.
And then he meets Niva.
It's his fault, really. He's marked her as one of his peers who actually possesses a brain, so he's intrigued when he sees her, dirt between bare toes and habit stained with grass. Those patches of weeds she's pulling out...
"Did someone plant fennel in a vegetable patch?" he asks disbelievingly. Surely, only capable dedicates are permitted to touch these gardens anyway. (Which actually begs the question of why she's allowed, and he isn't.)
She looks like she wants to roll her eyes, and settles for flicking her braid of auburn hair behind her back. "Help or leave," she retorts, and leaves it at that.
Later, Isas will think about the careful way she handles the surrounding vegetation, her deft precision with her tools, and the recognition that she prefers the wordless emotion from plants over mindless chatter of other humans. Later, he'll wonder if it is what makes him stay.
But he stays, and for that noon period spent digging up weeds, of all things, he doesn't ache to talk at all.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Isas starts to belong to Winding Circle. The House that Crane Built #1
Isas spends most of his first few weeks at Winding Circle quite alone: he doesn't care to socialize, and his year-mates pick up on that and treat him exactly the same way.
He doesn't find them interesting, so he feels little discomfort about his relative isolation.
While he is perfectly fine not speaking with those peers, he does miss speaking with someone who actually knows what they're talking about. He thought Winding Circle would be a fountain of knowledge; so far he's almost regretting coming.
And then he meets Niva.
It's his fault, really. He's marked her as one of his peers who actually possesses a brain, so he's intrigued when he sees her, dirt between bare toes and habit stained with grass. Those patches of weeds she's pulling out...
"Did someone plant fennel in a vegetable patch?" he asks disbelievingly. Surely, only capable dedicates are permitted to touch these gardens anyway. (Which actually begs the question of why she's allowed, and he isn't.)
She looks like she wants to roll her eyes, and settles for flicking her braid of auburn hair behind her back. "Help or leave," she retorts, and leaves it at that.
Later, Isas will think about the careful way she handles the surrounding vegetation, her deft precision with her tools, and the recognition that she prefers the wordless emotion from plants over mindless chatter of other humans. Later, he'll wonder if it is what makes him stay.
But he stays, and for that noon period spent digging up weeds, of all things, he doesn't ache to talk at all.
QC by: journeycat
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!