Post by wordy on May 4, 2012 10:16:03 GMT 10
Series: Provenance
Title: Full circle
Rating: G
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: You’ll never know until you take the first step.
There were delicate lines on her face, her make-up subdued, but somehow she looked more. Lark sat back, warming her fingers around her cup of hot tea. “Teaching suits you.”
“And you,” said Yazmín, raising an eyebrow. She smiled, a blunt dimple forming beside her mouth. “Though from what I’ve heard, your student is less troublesome than mine.”
“I imagine so.”
Her studio had been operational for more than a year, a haven for performers in the very heart of Summersea, but for all the work she had done, all the people she had inspired, Lark noted that only Pasco Acalon was ever her ‘student’.
“How is Pasco progressing?” asked Lark.
“Oh, I managed to crush his spirit a little,” said Yazmín, waving a lazy hand, “but he’s awfully persistent, you know.”
They both laughed.
“He’s doing well. Such enthusiasm, I’m finding, is strangely contagious. That was what I was hoping to talk to you about, actually.”
“Strangely contagious enthusiasm?”
Yazmín raised her eyebrows. “No. About Pasco. I have an offer for you.”
“Should I be worried?” Lark teased. Yazmín looked as though she was trying to resist rolling her eyes; for some reason, it reminded Lark, fondly, of Sandry.
Yazmín set her cup down on the table. “I plan on taking Pasco to Tharios. It may be for a few weeks, or a month. It will be good for him, I think.” She met Lark’s eyes. “I was wondering if you would like to come with us.”
Oh. That was Lark’s first thought, fleeting and incomplete; how easy it would be to accept, to revisit Tharios, with Pasco, with her. In the measure of a heartbeat, she had imagined it all, and just as quickly, come to the answer that she did not want to give.
And Yazmín must have read her expression, whatever it was in that moment, because she smiled softly and took her cup back in hand. “You’ll need time to consider, of course,” was all that she said.
Of course.
The first thing Yazmín did on returning to her room at the studio was to draw herself a hot bath. She undressed and cleaned her face, and waited for the tub to fill.
She had known that revisiting the past would be foolish, and trying for the future even moreso.
She sank into her bath and let her eyes fall shut. Pasco would like Tharios.
Title: Full circle
Rating: G
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: You’ll never know until you take the first step.
There were delicate lines on her face, her make-up subdued, but somehow she looked more. Lark sat back, warming her fingers around her cup of hot tea. “Teaching suits you.”
“And you,” said Yazmín, raising an eyebrow. She smiled, a blunt dimple forming beside her mouth. “Though from what I’ve heard, your student is less troublesome than mine.”
“I imagine so.”
Her studio had been operational for more than a year, a haven for performers in the very heart of Summersea, but for all the work she had done, all the people she had inspired, Lark noted that only Pasco Acalon was ever her ‘student’.
“How is Pasco progressing?” asked Lark.
“Oh, I managed to crush his spirit a little,” said Yazmín, waving a lazy hand, “but he’s awfully persistent, you know.”
They both laughed.
“He’s doing well. Such enthusiasm, I’m finding, is strangely contagious. That was what I was hoping to talk to you about, actually.”
“Strangely contagious enthusiasm?”
Yazmín raised her eyebrows. “No. About Pasco. I have an offer for you.”
“Should I be worried?” Lark teased. Yazmín looked as though she was trying to resist rolling her eyes; for some reason, it reminded Lark, fondly, of Sandry.
Yazmín set her cup down on the table. “I plan on taking Pasco to Tharios. It may be for a few weeks, or a month. It will be good for him, I think.” She met Lark’s eyes. “I was wondering if you would like to come with us.”
Oh. That was Lark’s first thought, fleeting and incomplete; how easy it would be to accept, to revisit Tharios, with Pasco, with her. In the measure of a heartbeat, she had imagined it all, and just as quickly, come to the answer that she did not want to give.
And Yazmín must have read her expression, whatever it was in that moment, because she smiled softly and took her cup back in hand. “You’ll need time to consider, of course,” was all that she said.
Of course.
The first thing Yazmín did on returning to her room at the studio was to draw herself a hot bath. She undressed and cleaned her face, and waited for the tub to fill.
She had known that revisiting the past would be foolish, and trying for the future even moreso.
She sank into her bath and let her eyes fall shut. Pasco would like Tharios.