Post by gear on Mar 30, 2011 7:17:04 GMT 10
Title: Glamour
Rating: PG
Word Count: 309
Pairing: Rosethorn/Crane
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. First of the fairytales series.
It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. Once upon a time, when she lived in her village with her mother and father and brothers, she loved them. Her mother would read to her from the big, tattered book that had been her own mother’s, and her grandmother’s before. Then, when her mother died when the plague came to town along with a troupe of traveling players, Niva read them to herself, learning about frogs, princes, knights, towers, magic, and castles from the big tattered book that had belonged to her mother.
For Niva’s sixteenth birthday, she was kicked out of her home and banished from her village. She was sent to Winding Circle temple to learn how to handle the magic that scared the villagers and made her father’s crops dance and weave when she was angered. In her bag was a big, tattered book – entirely impractical, useless, to the point that she considered leaving it behind - and whenever she had a chance, she would delve back into the imaginary world where everything turned out right, the knight got the princess, and her family didn’t banish her, where they still love her. After all, if they loved her they wouldn’t send her away when she scared them; she wouldn’t scare them at all. Her skin hardened on the journey and she promised never to let anyone get too close to her again.
She met Isas on her second day there- he was a novice too, one year older than her – and they bonded over plants and the idiocy of the other novices. They teased each other, and exchanged sharp barbs that made the others frown and scratch their heads, wondering why they kept talking if they obviously hated each other. That was the first of only seven times she broke her vow.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 309
Pairing: Rosethorn/Crane
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. First of the fairytales series.
It isn’t strictly accurate to say that Rosethorn has always hated fairytales. Once upon a time, when she lived in her village with her mother and father and brothers, she loved them. Her mother would read to her from the big, tattered book that had been her own mother’s, and her grandmother’s before. Then, when her mother died when the plague came to town along with a troupe of traveling players, Niva read them to herself, learning about frogs, princes, knights, towers, magic, and castles from the big tattered book that had belonged to her mother.
For Niva’s sixteenth birthday, she was kicked out of her home and banished from her village. She was sent to Winding Circle temple to learn how to handle the magic that scared the villagers and made her father’s crops dance and weave when she was angered. In her bag was a big, tattered book – entirely impractical, useless, to the point that she considered leaving it behind - and whenever she had a chance, she would delve back into the imaginary world where everything turned out right, the knight got the princess, and her family didn’t banish her, where they still love her. After all, if they loved her they wouldn’t send her away when she scared them; she wouldn’t scare them at all. Her skin hardened on the journey and she promised never to let anyone get too close to her again.
She met Isas on her second day there- he was a novice too, one year older than her – and they bonded over plants and the idiocy of the other novices. They teased each other, and exchanged sharp barbs that made the others frown and scratch their heads, wondering why they kept talking if they obviously hated each other. That was the first of only seven times she broke her vow.
QC by: journeycat