Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2011 5:56:39 GMT 10
Title: Fennel
Rating: G
Word Count: 435
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It was two months later that she realized, staring at Winding Circle's walls from the inside, that the hard part was only beginning. Rosethorn's Garden #1
Note: "I wake up in the night muttering stuff like 'fennel. None in the vegetable garden--most vegetables hate it.'" -- Briar, Sandry's Book
When Niva convinced her father to send her to send her to Thyme Circle, she had thought the hard part was over. It was two months later that she realized, staring at Winding Circle's walls from the inside, that the hard part was only beginning.
The day she arrived at Winding Circle, mingled fear and hope fought for dominance, making her heart leap and stomach sink like a stone. Three weeks had passed, in which other novices avoided her in a polite, vague way, and she had begun wondering if the long journey from Anderran had been worth the effort.
She might have decided it was not if she hadn't found Isas. Or, more accurately, if he hadn't found her.
Three weeks of standing either alone, or among other girls with water-for brains who had been sent there by their parents for an education, and Niva had spoken to almost no one. She had, instead, spent her time wandering the temple, and in her patience was awarded with a small section of the temple's gardens calling out for her, protesting, imploring that she rid them of the intruder.
Niva was dismayed when she saw it was fennel. Vegetables didn't like it, but as a herb, it was still useful.
So for the next two hours, Niva busied herself with transplanting the fennel to a more isolated place, reasoning that, since this garden had been allowed to grow wild, no one would care. She barely noticed time passing, but she did notice when a shadow fell across her face.
She looked up, squinting, trying to place the tall boy. His white novice robes, and that height, was familiar. Yes. A class-mate. Isas, was it? A little proud, very distant? Just like every single other class-mate of hers: people weren't worth it.
Niva was busy, and he seemed unaware that he was staring: his eyes darting from the dirt at her feet to the stains on the habit she had found dirty, but neatly folded, in the other garden. Her short patience was almost at its end when he said, disbelievingly, "Did someone plant fennel in a vegetable patch?"
"Help or leave," Niva told him, well aware that she was being rude and not caring a whit, and turned back to her work.
She expected him to be just like any of those other silly geese that flocked in the temple, but Isas surprised her: he stooped beside her, hands reaching for the fennel, and stayed.
They worked through the afternoon in silence, and Niva admitted to herself that maybe Winding Circle wasn't so huge after all.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 435
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It was two months later that she realized, staring at Winding Circle's walls from the inside, that the hard part was only beginning. Rosethorn's Garden #1
Note: "I wake up in the night muttering stuff like 'fennel. None in the vegetable garden--most vegetables hate it.'" -- Briar, Sandry's Book
When Niva convinced her father to send her to send her to Thyme Circle, she had thought the hard part was over. It was two months later that she realized, staring at Winding Circle's walls from the inside, that the hard part was only beginning.
The day she arrived at Winding Circle, mingled fear and hope fought for dominance, making her heart leap and stomach sink like a stone. Three weeks had passed, in which other novices avoided her in a polite, vague way, and she had begun wondering if the long journey from Anderran had been worth the effort.
She might have decided it was not if she hadn't found Isas. Or, more accurately, if he hadn't found her.
Three weeks of standing either alone, or among other girls with water-for brains who had been sent there by their parents for an education, and Niva had spoken to almost no one. She had, instead, spent her time wandering the temple, and in her patience was awarded with a small section of the temple's gardens calling out for her, protesting, imploring that she rid them of the intruder.
Niva was dismayed when she saw it was fennel. Vegetables didn't like it, but as a herb, it was still useful.
So for the next two hours, Niva busied herself with transplanting the fennel to a more isolated place, reasoning that, since this garden had been allowed to grow wild, no one would care. She barely noticed time passing, but she did notice when a shadow fell across her face.
She looked up, squinting, trying to place the tall boy. His white novice robes, and that height, was familiar. Yes. A class-mate. Isas, was it? A little proud, very distant? Just like every single other class-mate of hers: people weren't worth it.
Niva was busy, and he seemed unaware that he was staring: his eyes darting from the dirt at her feet to the stains on the habit she had found dirty, but neatly folded, in the other garden. Her short patience was almost at its end when he said, disbelievingly, "Did someone plant fennel in a vegetable patch?"
"Help or leave," Niva told him, well aware that she was being rude and not caring a whit, and turned back to her work.
She expected him to be just like any of those other silly geese that flocked in the temple, but Isas surprised her: he stooped beside her, hands reaching for the fennel, and stayed.
They worked through the afternoon in silence, and Niva admitted to herself that maybe Winding Circle wasn't so huge after all.
QC: by Cassandra
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!