Post by Elsceetaria on Jun 3, 2012 15:08:36 GMT 10
Series: A Year in the Life
Title: Possibilities
Rating: G
Event: 4x100 Word Relay
Words: 400
Summary: Rosethorn contemplates what her life is
I.
Rosethorn stood at the edge of the garden. She was rich at least for a farmer. Her harvests were rich producing exotic crops that fetched high prices at market. Kings and emperors would send their stewards to haggle directly for her crops. Duke Vedris was particularly fond of her tomatoes. Apparently his green mage, some Bag called Crane couldn’t get them to grow for anything. Rosethorn used her riches to expand her lands, better the fields, and seek for new plants to experiment with. She might have been living her dream, but she couldn’t help but feel something was missing.
II.
Rosethorn walked past the building that housed the temple infirmary. Moonstream had suggested that she might want to volunteer there. They had suggesting strengthening the potions might have been an interesting challenge for her. They said it would give her something to do. She knew the leadership thought she was too intense, but why would she want to go to the infirmary. The people who were there were obviously there because they were sick. Why would she want to expose herself to whatever they had. Rosethorn was the most promising novice, but others felt someone was missing from her life.
III.
Rosethorn saw the weaver from over the rose bushes. She was beautiful and brilliant. Rosethorn ducked down to trim the lower branches as the other woman got up and walked past. The roses would be perfect if Rosethorn had anything to say about it, and she did as green mage in charge of this garden. Rosethorn could see the future of each bush, each petal, each thorn. She saw the growth, the blossom, the death, and the rebirth. They would be glorious like the weaver. Rosethorn was the pruning, but she felt there was something else she needed to do.
IV.
Rosethorn looked at her dorm room. She had called this little space home for awhile. For someone, who liked the feel of the dirt under her feet, it felt a little odd. She, however, tried not to think of that. This room was good enough for a humble earth dedicate. She had made a vow of poverty, and she needed nothing else. She had shelter from the rain, food enough to eat, a garden to tend, and the love of her life. Rosethorn knew the temple had given her everything, yet she felt there was somewhere else she should be.
Title: Possibilities
Rating: G
Event: 4x100 Word Relay
Words: 400
Summary: Rosethorn contemplates what her life is
I.
Rosethorn stood at the edge of the garden. She was rich at least for a farmer. Her harvests were rich producing exotic crops that fetched high prices at market. Kings and emperors would send their stewards to haggle directly for her crops. Duke Vedris was particularly fond of her tomatoes. Apparently his green mage, some Bag called Crane couldn’t get them to grow for anything. Rosethorn used her riches to expand her lands, better the fields, and seek for new plants to experiment with. She might have been living her dream, but she couldn’t help but feel something was missing.
II.
Rosethorn walked past the building that housed the temple infirmary. Moonstream had suggested that she might want to volunteer there. They had suggesting strengthening the potions might have been an interesting challenge for her. They said it would give her something to do. She knew the leadership thought she was too intense, but why would she want to go to the infirmary. The people who were there were obviously there because they were sick. Why would she want to expose herself to whatever they had. Rosethorn was the most promising novice, but others felt someone was missing from her life.
III.
Rosethorn saw the weaver from over the rose bushes. She was beautiful and brilliant. Rosethorn ducked down to trim the lower branches as the other woman got up and walked past. The roses would be perfect if Rosethorn had anything to say about it, and she did as green mage in charge of this garden. Rosethorn could see the future of each bush, each petal, each thorn. She saw the growth, the blossom, the death, and the rebirth. They would be glorious like the weaver. Rosethorn was the pruning, but she felt there was something else she needed to do.
IV.
Rosethorn looked at her dorm room. She had called this little space home for awhile. For someone, who liked the feel of the dirt under her feet, it felt a little odd. She, however, tried not to think of that. This room was good enough for a humble earth dedicate. She had made a vow of poverty, and she needed nothing else. She had shelter from the rain, food enough to eat, a garden to tend, and the love of her life. Rosethorn knew the temple had given her everything, yet she felt there was somewhere else she should be.