Post by Carbon Kiwi on Apr 24, 2011 8:34:26 GMT 10
Title: Caught in the Rain (Storm 2)
Rating: G
Word Count: 292
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings:
Summary: So much for the perfect day out.
Under clear skies, Lark and Rosethorn meandered the stalls and carts of the Summersea marketplace—later than the largest mass of shoppers tended to stay. Their goods had sold quickly, as they tended to, and had once more been in too-short supply—but there was little they could do for that, being only two dedicates with two hands each.
Most of the earnings went to the Temple straightaway, but dedicates were allowed some limited funding from their goods. It was also an unspoken belief that purchasing the occasional item from the marketplace helped the community. Dedicates tended to buy from the smaller stands, those that were up-and-coming from poorer streets.
Rosethorn bought Lark a new set of bobbins from a girl who looked as though she had just barely escaped the Mire—or perhaps did live there, between markets. Lark purchased a basil plant for Rosethorn from a man with badly-patched clothes; as she swapped coins for the plant, she swept her hand over his outfit and watched it mend itself. He smiled and gave her a second plant.
They stopped at the fountain and took out their gifts; water splashed across their noses. The two looked up to find storm clouds had appeared once more as they were shopping. Heat lightning—far away, with not a sound—appeared to the southeast. Lark was heart-broken; their clear skies were gone and, as it had been before, the marketplace was emptying.
“Looks like the seasons fooled us again,” Rosie remarked, grinning. She handed Lark the new bobbins.
Lark placed the two basil plants in her partner’s hands. “Temple Road is going to be a muddy mess with the storm coming from the south east.” She sighed. So much for the perfect day out.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 292
Pairing: Lark / Rosethorn
Round/Fight: 2B
Warnings:
Summary: So much for the perfect day out.
Under clear skies, Lark and Rosethorn meandered the stalls and carts of the Summersea marketplace—later than the largest mass of shoppers tended to stay. Their goods had sold quickly, as they tended to, and had once more been in too-short supply—but there was little they could do for that, being only two dedicates with two hands each.
Most of the earnings went to the Temple straightaway, but dedicates were allowed some limited funding from their goods. It was also an unspoken belief that purchasing the occasional item from the marketplace helped the community. Dedicates tended to buy from the smaller stands, those that were up-and-coming from poorer streets.
Rosethorn bought Lark a new set of bobbins from a girl who looked as though she had just barely escaped the Mire—or perhaps did live there, between markets. Lark purchased a basil plant for Rosethorn from a man with badly-patched clothes; as she swapped coins for the plant, she swept her hand over his outfit and watched it mend itself. He smiled and gave her a second plant.
They stopped at the fountain and took out their gifts; water splashed across their noses. The two looked up to find storm clouds had appeared once more as they were shopping. Heat lightning—far away, with not a sound—appeared to the southeast. Lark was heart-broken; their clear skies were gone and, as it had been before, the marketplace was emptying.
“Looks like the seasons fooled us again,” Rosie remarked, grinning. She handed Lark the new bobbins.
Lark placed the two basil plants in her partner’s hands. “Temple Road is going to be a muddy mess with the storm coming from the south east.” She sighed. So much for the perfect day out.
QC: by Cassandra