Post by Carbon Kiwi on Jul 30, 2011 14:26:32 GMT 10
Title: Temple City
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Dedicate Rosethorn, Mind-healer Dedicate Cicelysong
Event: AU pole vault
Words: 337
Warnings: Sort of sci-fi Emelan?
Summary: It was just like her to decide to settle in the largest Living Circle city in the more western world…
Notes: So I thought of doing a modern AU, but as I was sitting there waiting to get my hair done for a Harry Potter ball, I settled on some strange Emelan-sci-fi deal instead. No real story, though.
Dedicate Rosethorn stared over the platform of the water-bound temple, peering into what depths she could see of the deep lake below. It was at least more comforting than the airborne Air Temple platform or the hot Fire Temple platform with hardly any shade to be found. Still, she would feel most comfortable when her feet were on green ground again. It was just like her to decide to settle in the largest Living Circle city in the more western world; at least Lark liked it. If she admitted it to herself—which she generally did not—she enjoyed it, too.
“Rosethorn?”
She turned at the familiar voice she had been waiting for. She was met with Dedicate Cicelysong’s gently smiling face above her blue habit. The woman spoke again.
“Was the commute better this time?”
Rosethorn’s lips quirked into a grin. “I’m not sure I’ll ever like arriving by bubble, but I’m at least getting used to it.”
Cicelysong chuckled and motioned the woman inside the building. “Perhaps next time I’ll venture over and we can meet in your tree-top cottage.”
“I’ll hold you to that, you know,” Rosethorn threatened. “Lark has been dying to meet you—and feed you one of her curries.”
“Don’t tell me she subscribes to that ridiculous rumour that Water Dedicates can’t handle their spices!” Cicelysong exclaimed as she ushered the two into her workshop room. “I swear in Yanna’s name that it only came around because one Water dedicate a few generations back couldn’t handle a Fire dedicate cook’s spiciest curry during the Festival of Fire—one dedicate! One of my favourite dishes is the Janaali ‘Dragon’s Blood’ curry.”
Rosethorn took a seat across from Cicelysong and placed one hand around the stem of a potted plant the mind-healer always left for her. “I’ll have to inform Lark: she loves Janaali cooking.”
“What a treat that will be.” Cicelysong’s grin remained as she inspected Rosethorn and looked the woman hard in the eyes. “Now, did you do your homework?”
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Dedicate Rosethorn, Mind-healer Dedicate Cicelysong
Event: AU pole vault
Words: 337
Warnings: Sort of sci-fi Emelan?
Summary: It was just like her to decide to settle in the largest Living Circle city in the more western world…
Notes: So I thought of doing a modern AU, but as I was sitting there waiting to get my hair done for a Harry Potter ball, I settled on some strange Emelan-sci-fi deal instead. No real story, though.
Dedicate Rosethorn stared over the platform of the water-bound temple, peering into what depths she could see of the deep lake below. It was at least more comforting than the airborne Air Temple platform or the hot Fire Temple platform with hardly any shade to be found. Still, she would feel most comfortable when her feet were on green ground again. It was just like her to decide to settle in the largest Living Circle city in the more western world; at least Lark liked it. If she admitted it to herself—which she generally did not—she enjoyed it, too.
“Rosethorn?”
She turned at the familiar voice she had been waiting for. She was met with Dedicate Cicelysong’s gently smiling face above her blue habit. The woman spoke again.
“Was the commute better this time?”
Rosethorn’s lips quirked into a grin. “I’m not sure I’ll ever like arriving by bubble, but I’m at least getting used to it.”
Cicelysong chuckled and motioned the woman inside the building. “Perhaps next time I’ll venture over and we can meet in your tree-top cottage.”
“I’ll hold you to that, you know,” Rosethorn threatened. “Lark has been dying to meet you—and feed you one of her curries.”
“Don’t tell me she subscribes to that ridiculous rumour that Water Dedicates can’t handle their spices!” Cicelysong exclaimed as she ushered the two into her workshop room. “I swear in Yanna’s name that it only came around because one Water dedicate a few generations back couldn’t handle a Fire dedicate cook’s spiciest curry during the Festival of Fire—one dedicate! One of my favourite dishes is the Janaali ‘Dragon’s Blood’ curry.”
Rosethorn took a seat across from Cicelysong and placed one hand around the stem of a potted plant the mind-healer always left for her. “I’ll have to inform Lark: she loves Janaali cooking.”
“What a treat that will be.” Cicelysong’s grin remained as she inspected Rosethorn and looked the woman hard in the eyes. “Now, did you do your homework?”