Post by sidonie on Mar 30, 2011 7:38:52 GMT 10
Title: Naming
Rating: G
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn – Team Snark
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Isas needs to choose a name.
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“Finch.”
“Small, hopping, and unimpressive? No thank you.”
“Pelican.”
“I can only hope you're not being serious.”
The newly initiated Rosethorn leveled a glare at her lanky companion. “Fine then. Starling.”
“But you hate—” Isas paused and wrinkled his nose in recognition. “Ah. I see. You were attempting an insult.”
“Bird-boy, I don't attempt anything. That implies a lack of success.” She laid back on the grass, staring up at the clear summer sky. “Stork.”
“It has a certain sense of accuracy, but only if I were planning on taking up a career as a midwife.”
The plant mage scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs none too gently. “It's perfect. Skinny, big, awkward.” The response was a haughty rolling of eyes she took for a no. “If you don't like any of the bird names, why do you want one?”
Isas sighed. “I'm to be an Air Dedicate. That's what they do.”
“Yes, but why Air? We both know you're more comfortable with gardens. Dirt under your nails, sun on your back, green, growing things all around . . . why not Earth?”
“Because I wish to maintain a modicum of cleanliness for the rest of my life.” Seeing her frown, he laughed. “But really, I know and you know that I'm not—” He fluttered his hands in a vague gesture. “—earthy. Not like you.”
“True enough.” Rosethorn furrowed her brow in thought, absently twirling a blade of grass between two fingers. “You know, there's such a thing as a crane flower.”
Isas raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? What is it like, pray tell?”
“Colorful. Spiky. Difficult. Like you.”
A faint smile brightened his austere features. “I'll think on it.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Crane/Rosethorn – Team Snark
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Isas needs to choose a name.
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“Finch.”
“Small, hopping, and unimpressive? No thank you.”
“Pelican.”
“I can only hope you're not being serious.”
The newly initiated Rosethorn leveled a glare at her lanky companion. “Fine then. Starling.”
“But you hate—” Isas paused and wrinkled his nose in recognition. “Ah. I see. You were attempting an insult.”
“Bird-boy, I don't attempt anything. That implies a lack of success.” She laid back on the grass, staring up at the clear summer sky. “Stork.”
“It has a certain sense of accuracy, but only if I were planning on taking up a career as a midwife.”
The plant mage scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs none too gently. “It's perfect. Skinny, big, awkward.” The response was a haughty rolling of eyes she took for a no. “If you don't like any of the bird names, why do you want one?”
Isas sighed. “I'm to be an Air Dedicate. That's what they do.”
“Yes, but why Air? We both know you're more comfortable with gardens. Dirt under your nails, sun on your back, green, growing things all around . . . why not Earth?”
“Because I wish to maintain a modicum of cleanliness for the rest of my life.” Seeing her frown, he laughed. “But really, I know and you know that I'm not—” He fluttered his hands in a vague gesture. “—earthy. Not like you.”
“True enough.” Rosethorn furrowed her brow in thought, absently twirling a blade of grass between two fingers. “You know, there's such a thing as a crane flower.”
Isas raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? What is it like, pray tell?”
“Colorful. Spiky. Difficult. Like you.”
A faint smile brightened his austere features. “I'll think on it.”
QC by: journeycat