Post by opalgirl on May 15, 2009 14:26:35 GMT 10
Title: The Last Difference She Notices
Rating: G
Genre: General/romance-ish
Summary: Thayet considers, during her first winter in Tortall.
Notes: Moar fic for Kat. And I'm done being a Jon/Thayet fic-writing/posting bot now, promise.
Thayet has seen snow, before. At the Roof of the World, while she waited for Alanna to come back down the mountain.
But that snow was harsh, blown about by howling winds, cold and heavy stuff. It was mountain snow, dangerous and blinding to travelers.
Here, it was different. The Tortallans, who is she is still tempted to label 'odd', play with the stuff. They strap blades to the soles of their boots and slide around on what had been water. Tortallan children play with it as if it wasn't cold at all. (Which it was.) They put on layers of clothing and move through it. Most travel to the north is stopped, but not travel in and out of the city, from what she's seen.
And the snow lies knee-deep on the ground and hangs from the branches of trees, muffling most sounds. It falls softly, not blowing. It coats the rooftops of the stables, the barracks and everything else she can see from the window. It looks... almost peaceful.
"Thayet?" Jon's deep voice startles her. Her betrothed stands behind her, dressed in casual, sensible clothes. "Watching the snow?"
"It's not the same," she says, quietly, touching the pane of expensive glass. "In Sarain, it only snows in the mountains. And most of the time it rains. It's different."
Jon smiles. "Didn't you tell me everything was different here?"
"Horse Lords, yes." The Tortallan court had been a whirlwind of change, even with friendly people to help. The attitude of people here was different. Tortallans weren't troubled by decades of civil war. Her first winter in Tortall - and the last difference she notices is the weather.
"Alanna suggested I take you skating," he tells her. "Would you care to?"
Thayet looks at him, puzzled. "Skating?"
With that he grins like the young man he is, not the King he was crowned, and offers his arm.
Rating: G
Genre: General/romance-ish
Summary: Thayet considers, during her first winter in Tortall.
Notes: Moar fic for Kat. And I'm done being a Jon/Thayet fic-writing/posting bot now, promise.
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Thayet has seen snow, before. At the Roof of the World, while she waited for Alanna to come back down the mountain.
But that snow was harsh, blown about by howling winds, cold and heavy stuff. It was mountain snow, dangerous and blinding to travelers.
Here, it was different. The Tortallans, who is she is still tempted to label 'odd', play with the stuff. They strap blades to the soles of their boots and slide around on what had been water. Tortallan children play with it as if it wasn't cold at all. (Which it was.) They put on layers of clothing and move through it. Most travel to the north is stopped, but not travel in and out of the city, from what she's seen.
And the snow lies knee-deep on the ground and hangs from the branches of trees, muffling most sounds. It falls softly, not blowing. It coats the rooftops of the stables, the barracks and everything else she can see from the window. It looks... almost peaceful.
"Thayet?" Jon's deep voice startles her. Her betrothed stands behind her, dressed in casual, sensible clothes. "Watching the snow?"
"It's not the same," she says, quietly, touching the pane of expensive glass. "In Sarain, it only snows in the mountains. And most of the time it rains. It's different."
Jon smiles. "Didn't you tell me everything was different here?"
"Horse Lords, yes." The Tortallan court had been a whirlwind of change, even with friendly people to help. The attitude of people here was different. Tortallans weren't troubled by decades of civil war. Her first winter in Tortall - and the last difference she notices is the weather.
"Alanna suggested I take you skating," he tells her. "Would you care to?"
Thayet looks at him, puzzled. "Skating?"
With that he grins like the young man he is, not the King he was crowned, and offers his arm.