Post by gear on Apr 19, 2011 11:14:27 GMT 10
Title: Dash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 227
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: Rosethorn doesn’t want to be a destroyer anymore, but breaking the habits of a lifetime is hard to do alone. Luckily, Lark is there to help.
Niva wandered unseeing through the intricate maze of paths for which Winding Circle was named, greeting no one, responding to none of the good wishes offered to her. She was deaf to them and blind to her surroundings. All she could hear was Irene’s angry words and her own retorts; all she could see was the other novice’s perpetually smiling face marred with anger and, even worse, disappointment. She drifted for what felt like an eternity, but if asked, she wouldn’t be able to say exactly how long it was.
Somehow, she ended up in one of the many temple gardens, her feet knowing better than her head where to go. The plants felt her distress and stretched toward her, twining around her like thin green cats. She stood there calming the plants and meditating until the bell rang signaling evening prayers and shocking her out of the trance she had fallen into. Niva made her decision: after her sixteenth birthday in three months time, she would take her vows with Irene and give something back to the place that she hoped, one day, she would call her home. She would learn to build, not destroy. The verdict still ringing in her head, she dashed out of the garden white robes flapping, heading at a full out sprint to the temple to find Irene before prayer started.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 227
Pairing: Lark/Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: Rosethorn doesn’t want to be a destroyer anymore, but breaking the habits of a lifetime is hard to do alone. Luckily, Lark is there to help.
Niva wandered unseeing through the intricate maze of paths for which Winding Circle was named, greeting no one, responding to none of the good wishes offered to her. She was deaf to them and blind to her surroundings. All she could hear was Irene’s angry words and her own retorts; all she could see was the other novice’s perpetually smiling face marred with anger and, even worse, disappointment. She drifted for what felt like an eternity, but if asked, she wouldn’t be able to say exactly how long it was.
Somehow, she ended up in one of the many temple gardens, her feet knowing better than her head where to go. The plants felt her distress and stretched toward her, twining around her like thin green cats. She stood there calming the plants and meditating until the bell rang signaling evening prayers and shocking her out of the trance she had fallen into. Niva made her decision: after her sixteenth birthday in three months time, she would take her vows with Irene and give something back to the place that she hoped, one day, she would call her home. She would learn to build, not destroy. The verdict still ringing in her head, she dashed out of the garden white robes flapping, heading at a full out sprint to the temple to find Irene before prayer started.
QC by: journeycat