Post by Imogen on May 8, 2009 14:16:53 GMT 10
Title: 'Out of Sarain,' 'Beautiful'
Summary: Two drabbles, Saren-style.
Rating: PG
Series: SoTL
Author's Notes: These are story ideas that I didn't turn into fic for one reason or another. I tried writing them as drabbles instead. Concrit would be very helpful-- I'm trying to get comfortable with the drabble.
Out of Sarain (117 words)
Buri is used to being a stranger: at the Warlord’s court, among people who speak to her as though she is an animal; as an exile wandering the Eastern Lands; in Tortall, where no one has heard of the K’miri. But when Thayet, exotic in every setting, turns her familiar hazel gaze on Buri, grave and intent; then Buri knows herself to be at home.
Thayet knows Buri better than anyone. Buri is her friend and ally; prickly and wary and true. Then, one night at their campfire, somewhere between Sarain and the Roof of the World, Buri sings. Her voice is low and sweet and a little rough, and Thayet finds herself watching a familiar stranger.
***
Beautiful (129 words)
In their ignorance the Tortallans praise her beauty. Exotic, peerless, skin like ivory, lips like red roses, hair silken and sable.
Thayet knows better. Her father’s courtiers found fault with her dark skin, her tilted eyes, her full lips. Half-breed and barbarian were the kinder names they used. Her mother’s people loved her for Kalasin’s sake, though in their eyes she was too tall, her bones too slender and sharp, her light skin like that of the hated Lowland oppressors.
Thayet almost laughs in dismay when the eager Tortallans call her the most beautiful woman in the world.
(The most beautiful woman in the world is dead.)
But when Jon smiles at her and says, My beautiful wife, warm and intimate, Thayet lets herself believe that it is true.
Summary: Two drabbles, Saren-style.
Rating: PG
Series: SoTL
Author's Notes: These are story ideas that I didn't turn into fic for one reason or another. I tried writing them as drabbles instead. Concrit would be very helpful-- I'm trying to get comfortable with the drabble.
Out of Sarain (117 words)
Buri is used to being a stranger: at the Warlord’s court, among people who speak to her as though she is an animal; as an exile wandering the Eastern Lands; in Tortall, where no one has heard of the K’miri. But when Thayet, exotic in every setting, turns her familiar hazel gaze on Buri, grave and intent; then Buri knows herself to be at home.
Thayet knows Buri better than anyone. Buri is her friend and ally; prickly and wary and true. Then, one night at their campfire, somewhere between Sarain and the Roof of the World, Buri sings. Her voice is low and sweet and a little rough, and Thayet finds herself watching a familiar stranger.
***
Beautiful (129 words)
In their ignorance the Tortallans praise her beauty. Exotic, peerless, skin like ivory, lips like red roses, hair silken and sable.
Thayet knows better. Her father’s courtiers found fault with her dark skin, her tilted eyes, her full lips. Half-breed and barbarian were the kinder names they used. Her mother’s people loved her for Kalasin’s sake, though in their eyes she was too tall, her bones too slender and sharp, her light skin like that of the hated Lowland oppressors.
Thayet almost laughs in dismay when the eager Tortallans call her the most beautiful woman in the world.
(The most beautiful woman in the world is dead.)
But when Jon smiles at her and says, My beautiful wife, warm and intimate, Thayet lets herself believe that it is true.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!