Post by Kypriotha on Sept 3, 2012 21:24:49 GMT 10
Title: Trading Places
Rating: G
Summary: Sarai develops butterflies on the boat as she contemplates her new homeland.
Notes: Written for Rosie in response to her prompt "As long as you're with me" from 'Angels' by the xx.
Sarai bore the boat trip well, in spite of a crossing the captain described as the worst he’d been through that season. She kept herself busy looking after Zaimid who, despite all his medical expertise, suffered from a sea sickness he couldn’t make go away. But butterflies began multiplying in her stomach as the Carthaki port drew nearer. She could feel the heat, so different from the wet tropical heat she was used to at home, rolling off the land and over the boat even before they had docked. The dry wind parched her throat in minutes. She tightened her veil over her face, in an effort to protect it, but she couldn’t entirely block it out.
She felt Zaimid come to stand at her side, clutching the rails for support for his still unsteady sea legs, but Sarai couldn’t tear her eyes away from the harsh landscape in front of her. She was trading green jungles for brown desert, but she was unsure if that was all she was trading. She was hoping for a better life in Carthak – a life in which she could truly help people – but it came at a price. Overcome with a sudden wave of homesickness, she nestled her head on Zaimid’s shoulder and was gratified when he took one hand off the ship’s rail to hold her tight around the waist.
He is my family now, Sarai thought. The others will always be there at home – and in my heart – but here, in this new land, he is my family. As long as I’m with him, everything will be okay.
With that thought, Sarai was able to step onto her new homeland with a smile on her face and hope in her heart.
Rating: G
Summary: Sarai develops butterflies on the boat as she contemplates her new homeland.
Notes: Written for Rosie in response to her prompt "As long as you're with me" from 'Angels' by the xx.
Sarai bore the boat trip well, in spite of a crossing the captain described as the worst he’d been through that season. She kept herself busy looking after Zaimid who, despite all his medical expertise, suffered from a sea sickness he couldn’t make go away. But butterflies began multiplying in her stomach as the Carthaki port drew nearer. She could feel the heat, so different from the wet tropical heat she was used to at home, rolling off the land and over the boat even before they had docked. The dry wind parched her throat in minutes. She tightened her veil over her face, in an effort to protect it, but she couldn’t entirely block it out.
She felt Zaimid come to stand at her side, clutching the rails for support for his still unsteady sea legs, but Sarai couldn’t tear her eyes away from the harsh landscape in front of her. She was trading green jungles for brown desert, but she was unsure if that was all she was trading. She was hoping for a better life in Carthak – a life in which she could truly help people – but it came at a price. Overcome with a sudden wave of homesickness, she nestled her head on Zaimid’s shoulder and was gratified when he took one hand off the ship’s rail to hold her tight around the waist.
He is my family now, Sarai thought. The others will always be there at home – and in my heart – but here, in this new land, he is my family. As long as I’m with him, everything will be okay.
With that thought, Sarai was able to step onto her new homeland with a smile on her face and hope in her heart.
So sweet. I love the way you describe the environment/weather too.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!