Post by Seek on Jul 21, 2009 2:25:56 GMT 10
Title: Too Much Sun
Rating: G
Prompt: #7, Excess
Words: 247 words
Summary: “Too much sun is never a good thing.” She says, with the calm, studied quiet that means she is going to do something about it. “Especially for certain kinds of plants.”
Briar feels absolutely nervous because Dedicate Rosethorn looks, in no way, happy with him or what he has just managed to do. He feels a little confused because she did tell him to sun those plants.
Lips pursed, she bends before the dried, stringy wilted plants, and he can feel the magic in her fingers stirring.
A twitch- the plants struggle to respond, before flopping again, limp.
“Too much sun is never a good thing.” She says, with the calm, studied quiet that means she is going to do something about it. “Especially for certain kinds of plants.”
“But I thought you said most of them plants need the sun. The sun’s good for them.” Briar protests, but shuts up at the thunderous look on her face.
“Too much sun isn’t good for boys either,” She says, sharply, after thinking and withdrawing her hands from the withered vines. “Remember, boy: never leave my tomatoes in the sun again, for hours. Go to the workshop. We’re going to practice your writing.”
Briar doesn’t really groan, although he starts off down the path towards Rosethorn’s workshop. “Too much writin’ and scribin’ ain’t good for most kids either!” He calls back. “Just look at Tris!”
“I heard that!” Tris calls from Discipline, and Briar grins as the wind brushes his face and hair.
“Hurry up, boy! We haven’t got all day.” Rosethorn calls out from behind him.
“It’s Briar,” Briar grumbles. “Not boy. Briar.” But he quickens his pace anyway.
Rating: G
Prompt: #7, Excess
Words: 247 words
Summary: “Too much sun is never a good thing.” She says, with the calm, studied quiet that means she is going to do something about it. “Especially for certain kinds of plants.”
Briar feels absolutely nervous because Dedicate Rosethorn looks, in no way, happy with him or what he has just managed to do. He feels a little confused because she did tell him to sun those plants.
Lips pursed, she bends before the dried, stringy wilted plants, and he can feel the magic in her fingers stirring.
A twitch- the plants struggle to respond, before flopping again, limp.
“Too much sun is never a good thing.” She says, with the calm, studied quiet that means she is going to do something about it. “Especially for certain kinds of plants.”
“But I thought you said most of them plants need the sun. The sun’s good for them.” Briar protests, but shuts up at the thunderous look on her face.
“Too much sun isn’t good for boys either,” She says, sharply, after thinking and withdrawing her hands from the withered vines. “Remember, boy: never leave my tomatoes in the sun again, for hours. Go to the workshop. We’re going to practice your writing.”
Briar doesn’t really groan, although he starts off down the path towards Rosethorn’s workshop. “Too much writin’ and scribin’ ain’t good for most kids either!” He calls back. “Just look at Tris!”
“I heard that!” Tris calls from Discipline, and Briar grins as the wind brushes his face and hair.
“Hurry up, boy! We haven’t got all day.” Rosethorn calls out from behind him.
“It’s Briar,” Briar grumbles. “Not boy. Briar.” But he quickens his pace anyway.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!