aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)

"Because everything is better with the end of the world."


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aldersprig: (me-lyn-kitty)
Addergoole-verse, Early 2012 (in the middle of the Apocalypse)
I was thinking about Luke during the apoc, his oaths, and... his friends


Agmund Fridmar was, of course, not unaware that his cy'ree, his Students, and those called cy'Luca, Luke Hawk's Students, were in a bit of a cy'ree battle, and had been since there were more than three of them to glare at each other across the Dining Hall.

But his Students' animosity toward Luke's Students - and, sometimes, he supposed, towards the man himself - did not mean that Agmund had to feel anything of the sort, nor did the cy'Luca's animosity towards cy'Fridmar and towards Agmund mean that he couldn't help out Luke in a tough spot.

And the fact of the matter was, Luke was in a tough spot right now, although he would probably have preferred that Agmund and the other professors didn't take notice. There was a war raging - or, at least, there were dozens and dozens of battles raging, and if you shook them all out, you could see two or three sides that were relatively consistent. There were cy'Luca, former cy'Luca but still the same wide-eyed, eager Warriors for Good, out there fighting against ancient would-be gods. They were losing, on average, but there were doing far more good than one might imagine they would have, and their wins were spectacular.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie did not know her cousin all that well, but she thought the woman sounded faintly amused.

Saydrie’s cheeks went red and blotchy and he bowed again, jerky this time.  “No, Honored One.  If anything,” he cleared his throat and managed a weak smile, “simply pointing out a specifically Bitrani

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Flightless

Dec. 9th, 2016 12:56 pm
aldersprig: (luke)
After Punished
Landing Page: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1202628.html


"Stay here." Cya walked into another room, only to come back a few moments later, carrying... what looked like sheets of leather and a few buckles. Luke frowned.

"Can you Make things or shape them more easily?"

"Shape, usually." He looked at the leather in concern. "What am I shaping?"

She ran her hand over a very thin slice of wood and muttered a Working. When she was done, there was a technical drawing in black - char? - on the light wood sheet. "This."

Luke studied it for a moment. His wings flared out in protest, knocking something off an end table and catching a throw pillow with his bottom wing-claw. "This is for me."

"It's for you."
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie winced.  Her friends were not actually helping her case, as much as they might think they were.

"It was..." She cleared her throat.  "They did destroy or remove several books, but they were stopped in their efforts by two things: some of the information had embedded aether.  It made one f

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aldersprig: (Shiva Unhappy)


The invasion happened overnight (as far as the Americas were concerned, at least). The portals opened, circles of blue light no bigger than a porthole, in bedrooms and offices and stores and streets around the world, and then they closed again, just as the sensors were starting to detect them, closed again.

There were witnesses, of course; even in places where it was midnight, not everyone was sleeping, and in places where it was daylight, the portals opened in very public places. All of them told the same story:

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aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)


Find Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2 is here
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here
Chapter 5 is here
Chapter 6 is here
Chapter 7 is here.
Chapter 8: here
Chapter 9: here
Chapter 10: here
Chapter 11 (R-Rated) here

You can skip Chapter 11 without losing the plot.


She lay sprawled on top of him, her hair trailing over his chest, her breath chill on his skin, her hand pressing down on his arm as if holding him there, as if he could or would move. "Oh, my darling," she murmured, "you are a lovely husband. Thank you."
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aldersprig: (luke)
After Flight
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Luke flew back slower than he'd flown out. Gwen paced him again, but flew quietly, save for a brief conversation she had with her radio.

Luke resisted the urge to show off, to engage in aerial horseplay with her, to race. She was on a mission, and he --

well, he was probably in a lot of trouble, which he had to admit was a strange feeling. He had answered to Regine, sure, for decades, but he'd been answering to her as an equal.

Or, at least, the treacherous voice in his head suggested, you thought you were equals.

She clearly had other impressions.


That was going to sting for a very long time, he knew. Regine had been pulling and pushing at his mind, at his memories, all this time. She'd been making him into what she needed.
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aldersprig: (LynBack)
A two-day weekend feels rather short after a five-day “weekend”, but, on the other paw, I didn’t have to go anywhere all that far away, we didn’t have any major cooking (Barely any cooking at all!), and it turned out to be quite relaxing.

I got a new wobble stool for Black Friday (among other purchases), so this weekend, I tested it out, and found it fun, if a little surprising for my back and thighs for the first couple hours. Mobile computing! Or, at least, computing and being mobile at the same time! It’s actually a lot of fun.

We saw Fantastic Creatures this weekend, too, and that was fun, too; it’s not the most deep of movies, but it was visually beautiful, fun to watch, and has already got me spawning worlds of fic in my mind. I’ll call that worth the matinee ticket price.

Other than that — I wrote, we picked apples, we cleaned up the house a bit, hauled some firewood, and went out to lunch at our local Italian bar food restaurant (fish fry and enough Stromboli for three meals). We made cookies and the last of the turkey broth and… well, pretty much chilled. It was a peaceful weekend, and I’ll take it.

In other news, my Patreon has reached the $40 milestone again! I’m excited to get Nimbus out of the tree and see what adventures she gets up to next! (what, I’m supposed to know? I barely know how she’s getting out of the tree! <.<)

I’m contemplating doing a live-writing something sometime during my ~week plus~ work holiday at the end of December (a whole week! And then a Monday!) Details to follow, if there’s interest.

And if you haven’t checked out Selena Page yet, both the Hallowe’en and Christmas stories are available on Smashwords for free: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/SelenaPage

Speaking of the holidays, Christmas is coming, I’ve finished my re/watch of the Librarians, and I’ve started watching Elementary, which might prove to be good knitting-tv (I hope so; I have a few projects to knit on relatively short deadlines!)

And Baking! I think I’m going to try making “fancy” cookies for my foodie aunt & uncle who are in ailing health. I can’t give them wine anymore… (not kindly) so cookies it is! Anyone have a favorite “Fancy” cookie recipe, holiday or otherwise?

I hope you, too, had a peaceful weekend, and that the week is fun and productive for you.
aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Makes Sense.

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Every night, she sent Amrit to his bed, in his bedroom, and even though she wasn't chaining him to his bed anymore, she still locked him in.

He wasn't gagged and he wasn't chained. It was a useless move, and she knew it. And yet, there she went, every night, and then slipped into her own bigger, more comfortable, softer bed.

He wasn't swearing at her recently; he wasn't arguing (much) with the chores she gave him, and even without the motivation of losing the gag for a couple hours, he was still cooperating and doing he work she set in front of him.

She lingered by his doorway this time. His leg was paining him less; she could tell by the way that he swung it when he moved, and by the way he wasn't gritting his teeth as much when he didn't know she was looking. He'd said five days; it'd been four. Pretty soon he'd have the splint off.

And then? She still had his promise, that was good for a few more days. And there was no reason to chain him up if she had all those promises. So why was she nervous?

"Something you need?" His eyes were closed, but he could hear her, of course, and the fact that the door hadn't closed yet.
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aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: Slaves, School
Previous: Getting to School


This time, it seemed normal to have the voice in his collar steer him down the hall, although Des was glad when the stairway appeared lit. The white-marble stairs curled upwards in a narrow spiral that would have been challenging to navigate in the dark; even in the light, the narrow treads were tricky.

Sun poured in through narrow windows, all of them either frosted, bubbly, or blue enough that they allowed no sight of the outside world. Desmond was a bit turned around, but he was fairly certain he was in the back of the Central Office; it was possible the windows would have looked at the Potentate's Palace, which was forbidden, of course, or they could have simply overlooked an alley or a sewer, which would have been unpleasant.

(that is, assuming sewers were allowed near the Potentate's Palace. They might not be. Des had heard Stories of that place -- everyone had heard them. They were up there with Beyond the Edge of the Ocean fairy-tales and I Crossed the Mountains myths -- and, of course, rumors about the Potentate. But presumably even the Potentate shat.)
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Saydrie rescued her. "...we forget that our Emperors' ancestors once had to undergo seven tests to be considered worthy to even be in the succession, and that our Governors and Emperor all were once kalōkāt; war-leaders, leaders who had been proven both in battle and in peace.  We forget that we be

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/12/05/chapter-52c-when-our-leaders-wore-red-were-competent/
aldersprig: (flower aldersprig)
Welcome to December! In the Northern Hemisphere, Winter is nearly here, and I think it might already be Summer in Australia.

And I have a Patreon! (Here: patreon.com/aldersprig) And each month I have a poll to determine what I'll be writing about in that Patreon for the month.

The theme then opens up a prompt call for all Director-level donors (I made up some names. I'm still working on them). And then I start writing!

Don't have a Dreamwidth account? Vote in the comments.

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Things Unspoken (Setting)
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2 (22.2%)

Space Accountant (Setting)
4 (44.4%)

More Please (type) (continuations of extant pieces)
3 (33.3%)

Change of Seasons, Change of Weather (motif)
2 (22.2%)

Evergreens and ever-reds? (motif)
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Winter(Summer) is Coming (motif)
0 (0.0%)

Gender & Sex (motif)
4 (44.4%)

Thresholds and liminal spaces (motif)
2 (22.2%)

Holly and mistletoe (motif)
2 (22.2%)

Encyclopedia Worldia (type) (All About The Worlds)
1 (11.1%)

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aldersprig: (luke)
After Blond Bishop
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Luke flew.

He didn’t want to do anything but fly for a few minutes, so that’s all he did, letting the wind carry him, letting the air hit his face, letting his wings do their own thinking and his body shift with the currents.

When he started to think again, he flew higher, making the work take all his attention. It had been a while since he’d gotten a good flight in. He should…

The thought hit him like a punch in the guts and he lost his glide for a moment. He flapped hard, caught himself, and found the thermal again, the panic momentarily overwhelming the sudden surge of guilt.

Once he was stabilized, he had no such protection. He should ask Cya if he could do this more often...
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
"I hear I have a cousin out here."  

The voice was smooth, the accent Lannamer, with its long vowels.  Enrie looked up, then bowed as elegantly as she could manage.  "Voice of the Emperor Elalekorra, cousin."  Her cousin had apparently changed not one bit except as fashion shifted since the last

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/12/02/chapter-52b/
aldersprig: (luke)
After Phase II and after [personal profile] inventrix' Chain of Command
Landing Page: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1202628.html

The Bishop is Mike. I'm not sure why.


Mike would laugh at him.

Mike probably was laughing at him, or, at least, he would be if any of Luke’s letters got through. Cloverleaf claimed to have a postal system, but you never knew, and Luke was old enough to have outlived several other mail delivery set-ups.

Some part of him thought, perhaps, that all the wiggle room in time when Cya sent him on errands was some sort of trap. She was the unapologetic dictator of an ever-expanding Empire; it wouldn’t be beyond her to have his mail intercepted so she could read it.
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aldersprig: (LynBack)
It's the Holiday Season, ripe with family events, what-do-I-get-for-whom, and, in the north, Snow!

In honor of that, I'm opening up four 500-word commission slots for $10 each.

Want something continued? Awesome.
Want to see something with a character we haven't seen in a while, or a background character? Cool, cool.
Want me to explore something strange and unusual? We can talk!
No fanfic, please.
Want to buy up multiple slots? Feel free!



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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
The man standing to greet them - or challenge them; she wasn't sure yet - was armed, carrying at least a sword, a long-knife, and a spear. Enrie took in his outfit - the tailored vest, the bright magenta, purple, and leaf-green layers, the comfortable stance and the way his court-styled tunics,

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/11/30/chapter-52a/
aldersprig: (Pterry)
So, we were talking about my Patreon prompts on Twitter, and something Inventrix said twigged some small memory, so I present to you two separate Learning to Fly stories from long-ago, in honor of the Animal People month on my Patreon:

First Wind and First Nesting, a story of a people I have never again explored, sadly, from 2012.

and

Some Say Life, an Addergoole fic of Luke and Arundel, from 2011.
aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
"And I hope I never see you again!"

The door slammed shut with a clang of finality. Karl leaned against the wall and put his hands over his face. It wasn't dark yet; he had maybe fifteen minute till the moon came up. It didn't matter. He couldn't go after her.

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My Patreon free story is up for all to read! This short story is in my "Animal People" theme, and features a bit of a relationship... complication.

Want to read all my Patreon stories? Pledge just $1/month. Or pledge $5/month and prompt fiction every month!

Bonus: your first prompt will be written to, even over the month's cap, so you can sneak in an extra story for the month (or more, if you get your friends to pledge, too).

Double bonus: first $5 pledge puts us back into the serial-post-a-month milestone!
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)


Find Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2 is here
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here
Chapter 5 is here
Chapter 6 is here
Chapter 7 is here.
Chapter 8: here
Chapter 9: here
Chapter 10: here


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Chapter 12: Aftermath - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1209356.html
aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Hello all,

I'm thinking of having a Winter Festival on Edally - that is, a week (or two) of guest fic covering Tienaabaa's festival, the festival that takes place in midwinter.

Tienaabaa is the deity of the blue - mind, water, sky, cold. They are the deity of invention, of thinking, of philosophy. Their festival is at the coldest time of the year, and often involves showing off new creations or inventions, ice sculptures, snow castles (depending on your climate~) and feasting on stored foods, especially those that will only store through half the winter and not all of it (They're practical people, the Calenyena). Gifts are hand-made in some way, never bought.

Is anyone interesting in writing a/several guest fics? Wordcount should be between 100 and 5,000 words, it should be set in Reiassan in the Edally era, and it should involve the Festival of Tienaabaa (Tienebrah).

We'll probably make this concurrent with our festival of winter, feasting, and cold, so the last week of December.
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aldersprig: (luke)
Directly after Movement
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Cya touched his cheek. Luke found himself leaning in to her hand. He tensed, but the touch remained gentle.

“Try to mind your breathing for a minute. In… out.” Her voice had lost all the false sweetness; she sounded like an entirely different person. “In… out.”

Luke paced his breathing to her words and found it an easy pace for long, deep breaths. Slowly, he felt the tension in his wings and shoulders release.

“How’re you feeling?”

They were still barely past halfway through. “I’m okay.”

She tapped his nose very lightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to lie to me?”

He pulled back. “No?” Hunh, he should’ve lied to her. “I mean…”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been put through the wringer,” he admitted. “But I can take more.”

“You’re doing well.” She patted his shoulder. “After this, we’re going to have a conversation about safe words.”

His cheeks heated up. Luke fought against his wings’ urge to flare out and mostly succeeded. “I know about those. I am in a crew with Mike Linden-Blossom.”

“Good. Then I won’t have to give you the primer.”
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aldersprig: drawing of a dark-skinned young man with goat horns and a nervous expression (Jamian)
A story written to showcase the Faerie Apocalypse setting. If you find terms that I missed that are not accessible to the non-Addergoole reader, please let me know.

There wasn't a safe time to go into the old city -- other humans liked the day time; natural animals liked the dusk and dawn, and the strange things slunk along in the dark -- but Kelvin and her team had discovered that the stretch from about two hours after noon to about two hours before sunset were the least likely to be dangerous. There was still enough light to maneuver through the ruined buildings, but the teams of raiders that still lived within the city limits had done their raiding and retreated to their lairs, wherever those might be. As long as they didn't stumble right into the lair of either a raider or a creature, they'd be relatively safe.

They'd done that, once, walked right into the lair of something Sully had called a wyvern. It'd gotten Sully and taken off Yonner's leg at the knee, but they'd managed to take it down. Turned out wyvern made pretty good eating - tasted like chicken, but greasier.
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aldersprig: (lock and key)
First: Slaves, School
Previous: Desmond Goes to School


IV


Des had been to the Central Office a few times with his parents or with Annelle. The grand entryway never stopped catching his breath, though: the marble entryway, the broad sweeping stairways leading up in both directions, the perfect people at the reception desk, looking as much a part of the decorations as the gold trim on the stairs or the broad silk carpets on the floors.

It was different, being there today. For one, there was a voice in his head telling him to bypass the reception desk and the broad stairs and go to a narrow black door nearly hidden under the left stairway. For another, there was the way that people's eyes seems to skid off him the moment they noticed the collar. For a third, there was the terror in the pit of his stomach.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena Rin)
Whatever pursuit there had been had gotten stuck in the dusk and muck or captured by the constabulary. The rest of the group took turns changing into their nicest clothes as Libkazarri and then Korten maneuvered the wagon through the narrow Lannamer streets and around the curves required to get to

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/11/28/chapter-51c/
aldersprig: (luke)
After (no Title)
Landing Page: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1202628.html



"I do hope eventually that isn't a negative for you." She patted his shoulder. "But I don't think 'eventually' is going to be 'today'. Okay, the next..." she glanced at a clock over her shoulder, where it was in plain sight for Luke. "...half hour is going to be experimental. It does not reflect on you as a Kept in general, nor does it set any precedents. Understand?"

"It's a sparring session?" Luke guessed. "Wait..." he winced. "It's the sort of sparring session where you show the new kid he'd not as hot of shit as he thought he was, isn't it?"

"That is a pretty close analogy. All right." She glanced at the clock, nodded, as if to herself, and started. "I'm really disappointed in you for not coming home sooner. I know this isn't what you wanted, but the least you could do is remember that you have a Keeper, and that your Keeper might want to see you once in a while."
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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Mieve thinks too much.



She was looking at him strangely.

She’d been looking at him strangely since he volunteered to break his own leg, and it had just been getting worse all day, until bedtime, when she’d told him she wasn’t going to tie him down for the night.

She’d looked like she wanted to say something else. Amrit hadn’t given her a chance — though he had managed to thank you. Sleeping with a healing leg was going to be hard enough without restraints.

It had been. In the end, he’d muttered a Working to knock himself out. He’d slept like a log, but woke groggy and still trying to shake off the sleep.
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aldersprig: (LynConstruction)
Oh my, let me tell you… five day weekend. Five. Days.

The last time I had that much time off in a row, we were driving to/from Raleigh for my cousin’s wedding. It’s, uh… It’s been a while.

And I took full advantage of it in as hermitty a way as I could manage & barely left the house.

:-)

Oh, we went out a few times. we both needed a haircut. We took a last-minute Black Friday trip to BJ’s for a new tablet (mine still works, but with a cracked screen (Dropped it on the pavement at a bus stop, sigggh), I don’t know how long it’ll last, so go go Black Friday sales.

(As a note… I really like the Black Friday complex. It helps that mostly we buy online, and that we live in a very small town that doesn’t get nearly the news-worthy crowds — I mean, we don’t get crowds at all — but man, for $100+ off small electronics, totally worth it.)

And we went to the nearby (hour away) outlet mall with my Mom for Christmas shopping on Saturday, because family tradition, because deals, and because Mom. It appears I want all the sweater-dresses… 1989 me wants her wardrobe back <.<

Other than that? We hauled firewood and made turkey and dressing and gravy, we made pumpkin pudding and apple crisp and ate far more food than we needed, we watched Victorian Bakers and made bread.


In the spirit of the season: I am grateful for the times like this, when I can catch my breath. I’m thankful for all of you, for all my friends and all my readers (and all your enthusiasm and all your questions). I am thankful I live in a modern era, in a modern world, with stand mixers, oil furnaces, and, of course, the internet.

And kale. Strangely enough, I’m thankful for kale.
aldersprig: (luke)
After Leash
Landing Page: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1202628.html


Luke tried to still his body, but his wings kept moving without consulting him first, twitching at the tips and unfolding just to tense up again. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, in-two-three-four, out-two-three four. He hadn't been this agitated in...

"Damnit, Regine, those are my students out there. I have to go. I have to help them!" He'd just gotten a report of another one dead, and a whole team of former cy'Lucas was about to go into the most active war zone on the planet.

"No." Regine's voice was icy, beyond calm and into inhuman. "You need to protect Addergoole. That's what you agreed to, and that is what you are going to do. Tempero Intinn Luka Hunting Hawk..." The Working had taken over his mind, and he'd lost both volition and memory of the scene.


He hadn't remembered any of that until a week ago, not the time he'd actually been standing by the door with his weapons in hand. He'd remembered being angry -- but he hadn't remembered being stopped, turned around. She hadn't wanted him to remember.
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aldersprig: (luke)
After Knocking Over Pieces
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Cya answered the door when he knocked, looking something between amused and annoyed. "You live here now," she pointed out, in a tone of voice that, in someone else, Luke might think meant strained patience.

With Cya, he didn't think he could assume even that. He shifted from foot to foot, hating himself for doing it but not able to stop the shamefaced way he wanted to grovel and hide at the same time.

"It's your house," he tried, aiming for a gruff voice.
She raised her eyebrows at him. His wings twitched and he shifted his stance to a broader, more stable one.

"It is," he pointed out. "I don't want to intrude."
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Enrie turned to look at Gianci.  Everyone else, she noticed, was doing the same.  

He cleared his throat again.  He was looking over their heads, not at them. "Sometimes they tell people they can't go back to the enclaves.  Banish them.  Some people leave on their own, sure, but sometimes... som

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http://www.edallyacademy.com/2016/11/25/chapter-51b-strangers-and-friends/
aldersprig: (luke)
This comes about 7 days after the last post, here: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1201555.html

Luke had been Kept for eight days, and he had spent 2 evenings with his Keeper. The rest of the time he had spent with Leo's army, doing the job he'd been assigned to - or, at least, the way Leo had chosen to interpret the job Cya had given him.

The army was quite impressive, aside from the whole godhead issue, and there really was quite a bit Luke could do to help. He liked being out in the field again. He'd forgotten how much he enjoyed that: talking to troops, strategizing, scouting. He'd forgotten how much he'd enjoyed being a soldier.

Forgotten - or had the memories pulled out. He'd spend 2 evenings with his Keeper, and she'd spent both of them untangling memories locked up in his mind. Luke didn't want to examine that too closely - or think too hard about why his crewmate, his friend had torn apart his memories and left him with a mind like Swiss cheese.

He glared at the map in front of him and indulged in an overblown wing-flap, knocking over a couple of the figures on the board.

"Why don't you go home tonight?" Leo suggested cheerfully. "It'll still be impossible in the morning."

Luke shook his head. "I'm fine. If I just look at this a little bit longer, I'll figure out what I'm missing."

"No, you're not fine." Leo shook his head. "Come on, you know how this works."

"How what works?" He made the effort to hold his wings in place and not flap, and very carefully put two of the pieces back upright. Pawns. Like Regine treated everyone; like Cya treated everyone.

"Being Kept. Go home, spend some time with your Keeper. You're getting cranky."

"What's that got to do with anything?" This time, Luke didn't control his flap. The little pieces went tumbling again. "These people...!" Leo's order was already pressing at him, though. He fought against it to pick up the poor little pawns. "I'm supposed to be helping you," he tried instead, and hoped it didn't sound too much like a plea.

Leo was looking at him oddly. He cleared his throat and finished straightening the pieces on the board. "Something with the dry creek bed, here, I think that's the solution."

"Go home, Luke. Be with your Keeper before you're unbearable to be around." Leo's voice sounded a little too perky. Luke looked around; there was nobody else in the tent. What...

"I'm just irritated with the map," he lied. He was irritated with Regine, and with memories that he didn't know what to do with, and the nagging sensation that he was doing something awful.

"You know how this works, Luke." There was the briefest hesitation. "Right?"

"Keepers." Luke folded his wings. "You need some sort of proximity." He'd always figured that had a lot to do with the Kept and not so much with the Keeping itself. "I haven't done this before," he added, defensive and not knowing why he was feeling that way.

"You haven't... been Kept before? Cya's your first Keeper?" Leo signaled someone outside the tent.

"Yeah?" Luke shrugged. "I never expected to be in this sort of situation."

Leo's teleporter came in. "Sir?"

"Take Luke here back to Red Doomsday, then return to your normal duties." Leo wasn't looking at Luke. "Go home, Luke."

"Sir." Luke bowed stiffly and let the teleporter take him.
aldersprig: (lock and key)
After Slaves, School

II


::Report to the Central office at 1 First street at 11 a.m. today::

Desmond touched the collar around his neck; the voice repeated itself.

"Okay..." He didn't know if he was supposed to talk back to the collar. How did that work, anyway? "Will do?"

He touched the collar again and got silence. Well, maybe that had worked.

"Mo-om!" He tossed his robe on over his pyjamas and hurried out into the main center of the house. "Mum. I--" He fell silent, because his mother was talking with someone in the foyer.

She'd already turned around to look, though, and stopped mid-sentence. "Oh, Desmond. Darling. Oh..." Her hands went to her face and she turned back to the person in the foyer before turning back to Desmond.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
The cart wasn't chasing them anymore.  A peek around the edge of the wagon showed it tangled and sideways on the side of the road, their goats all happily eating feed or fighting with the harness, trying to get to the food.  Three of the people from the wagon were trying to get the goats loose, p

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aldersprig: (luke)
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Cya - his owner - his... she directed Luke upstairs, making cracks about Mike at his back. Luke held his wings as still as he could -- the stairwell wasn't that wide -- as she teased him about Mike.

"I'm not..." He pressed his wings a little tighter to his back as he reached the top of the stairwell. "I didn't..."

"You didn't sign up to be Kept at all, so of course I don't think you engineered this to get in my bed. That doesn't mean you might not end up there." She chuckled, and once again Luke struggled to keep his wings under control. "To the left, first door on your left. I think you're going to find being Kept very educational, and I think that it might even be good for you."

This time, he flapped. "You knew that already. The oaths. The twelve years." The first door on his left opened into a spartan bedroom: giant bed, three wooden chests, two deep-silled windows with thick curtains. "You've already helped me out."

"The situation helped you out. I'm talking about the actual Keeping."

Luke turned slowly so he could look at her. She was serious, he thought, although he had a hard time getting a good read on her. "You think... being under the collar... will be good for me?"

"It often is. One, it narrows the scope of concerns. Two, it gives you a different set of feedbacks. Three, of course, it's educational. And four, you can find yourself trying on different roles." She gave him a somewhat sad-seeming smile. "I've done this a few times. I have some experience making sure I'm not the only one who gets something out of it."

Luke narrowed his eyes at her. "And what, exactly, do you get out of it?"

He wasn't expecting her to laugh; he certainly wasn't expecting the delighted sound she made. "Do you really have to ask? Oh, you do, don't you?" She giggled quietly. "I get a man in my bed, Hunting Hawk, and someone to help with the chores, help raise my children when I have them in the house, someone to help me run this city... this nation."

"But... Leo?"

"You might have noticed I stopped taking Kept a few years ago."

Luke glanced away. "Yes." And now he didn't know how to feel at all. Something like guilt was gnawing at him, which was ridiculous. She had maneuvered him into this Keeping. She had maneuvered all of them into this - might have even manipulated Leo into the godhead he was currently enjoying. So why did he feel like he was messing up one of her plans?

He stretched his wings cautiously. There was enough room in here for them; there was enough room in her bed for him to lay with his wings spread and leave room for her.

Somehow, he imagined she'd planned that, even if it hadn't been his wings she'd been thinking of. She had to have Kept someone with wings before him.... right?

She sat down cross-legged at the head of her bed. "Lay down - take your time, get comfy - and put your head in my lap."

Luke was moving before he really considered where he was going, and, despite her "take your time" order, was as comfortable as he was going to be in just a couple moments. His head was pillowed on her calf. It felt... intimate.

He shifted, spreading his wings out as much as he could. Part of him wanted to protest that he shouldn't be in a bed with a student, but the rest of him shut that down as the stupidity it was. "What do you want me to do?"

It was a sign of how badly off-kilter she had him that he was just grateful his voice didn't squeak.

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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Makes a Run For It.


Her captive was sitting in the shade of her biggest tree, his splinted leg stretched out in front of him. He was fiddling with the grass and rocks within reach and looking around, shifting his weight around, working his mouth around the gag like a horse champing at the bit.

She knew all this because she couldn't focus. Mieve had found herself working in circles around him.
He’d promised not to run off... she made another circle. The bees were fine without her. The carrots and potatoes and turnips had been watered.

He hadn't promised not to attack her... she made another circle. The squash had recently been debugged. (One of the advantages to post-hardware-store gardening she had and others didn't: Abatu Panida, destroy animal, did wonders with a good book of garden pests for magical fumigation).

He had broken his own leg. There were so many ways that Working could have been twisted to attack her, and he'd done none of them. She made another circle, but there was nothing left that really needed plowing and there was nothing left to weed right now.

She could chop wood, but she'd have to go into the woods to do that. She made another loop. He was braiding bits of grass into sad little pieces of rope, holding down the end with a rope. He looked, she thought, miserable.

She made herself work on the garden for a few minutes. She could keep an eye on him there. She shoved the pitchfork into the rough soil she hadn't planted this year and turned it over. She'd nearly slammed an ax into his leg. She'd nearly slammed an ax into his leg.

"Why?" Her voice was hoarse, and she wasn't sure if she was asking him or herself. She felt as if she'd been screaming, when she'd been silently walking in circles.

He looked up, as if he'd been waiting for her to say something, and gestured at the gag with a shrug of both shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah." She hadn't really expected an answer, anyway. "That's another why for another day." She stared at the ground and thrust the pitchfork in again. There was still time for a few short-season crops, never mind that it gave her something safe to attack. The more food she had put away, the safer they would be when the winter came. And all the signs pointed at a bad winter.

"Do you ever stop working?" one of her early Kept had asked her. Implicit in the question - he'd been unused to any sort of hard work - had been another; did he ever get to stop working?

She'd grinned at him at the time, not because it was funny but because she'd spent the first year after the fall having the same argument with herself. "Winter," she’d told him. "In winter we rest."

Amrit gave her an answer, probably just to prove her wrong in not expecting one: he mimed eating and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Am I going to keep feeding you?" She stabbed the pitchfork into the ground again, turned over the soil, and stared at him. He was lean - no, skinny. There was muscle on his frame, but he'd clearly seen hungry days.

Everyone had, really. The world was not a kind place.

"Of course I'm going to feed you. You'll eat what I eat - which, some days, might be a little thin, but I haven't starved through a winter yet."

He considered, then, after a moment, mimed something. He pulled one hand back to his ear and held the other one out, then pointed out the pointer finger near his ear.

It took her two repetitions to see the imaginary bow he was drawing and the imaginary arrow he was loosing. "Generally, I use snares," she admitted. "Sometimes, if things are getting lean, I'll use Workings, but it always seems creepy." She leaned on her pitchfork. "You know, I'm really good at calling animals, so here I am, all Snow White - do you remember Snow White?"

He shrugged. That could mean anything. She explained anyway. "All musical princess, singing to the animals or something, and then, bam, killing them. Creepy." She wrinkled her nose. "Although I'd be thrilled if I could find some chickens. Nobody wants to sell any."

He looked up at the sky for a moment, then made an elaborate gesture. He repeated it twice, and, finally, Mieve saw the top hat he was taking off and the rabbit he was pulling out of his hat.

"Sadly, I don't have the 'create' Word. You do, though, don't you?"

He made a so-so gesture, and then made rabbit ears on top of his head. He followed that with a negation.

"Ah, so much more the pity." She stabbed the pitchfork into the ground and turned over a few more feet. He couldn't make animals. She couldn't make animals. "I suppose I'll just have to go out looking again, then."

She surprised a frown on his face, or, at least, what she thought was probably a frown, since the gag obscured anything he was doing with his lips - by looking up at exactly the wrong moment. He shrugged and looked away, as if to say it was up to her.

"I haven't done much exploring," she mused. "All the years here and I go maybe four places, and that only when I have to." She turned over a little more dirt, not looking at him. She wasn't sure she wanted to see his expression. She was certain she wanted to know why he'd been frowning.

Finally, she gave in. She'd turned over a long patch of dirt, all of it a little more aggressively than it really needed. She wasn't going to get anything else done while she was puzzling over her captive. Obsessing over him, if she was going to be honest with herself. She put the pitchfork back in the garage and gathered up her basket of walnuts.

“Bored?”

He snorted and nodded.

“All right.” She sat down beside him and handed him a chisel and hammer. “This basket needs shucking. This is how you do it.” She picked up a walnut and showed him how to crack the outer shell and get the green skin away from it. “Got it?”

He studied the chisel for a minute. Mieve’s heart was in her throat. Then he made a noise through the gag. It took her a moment to identify it as a chuckle.

Curiosity took only a few seconds to overcome caution, and she used a finger of telekinetic power to unlock his gag. He snorted in surprise as the gag fell out, caught it, and set it down next to him. It was harder than it ought to be; she should take it easy for a bit.

“Coulda used this instead of the ax,” he snorted at the chisel and hammer, and then chuckled again. Mieve stared at him for a moment before letting herself giggle
.
“Might’ve been easier,” she managed, before the giggle turned into a laugh.

He grinned at her, the grin turning quickly into another laugh, and before long, both of them were laughing and snorting.

It took Mieve a good few minutes to pull herself together and catch her breath. “So…” she offered. “Maybe we can skip the walnuts ‘till tomorrow.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Chiseling some shells might be fun. You trust me with this?”

“With a chisel? Yeah. I trusted you with an ax.”

“I was chained, before. And you hadn’t worn yourself out with Workings.”

She really wished he hadn’t noticed that. She knew she went still for a moment, and she knew he noticed, because his expression softened just a bit.

“It’s not like I can do much, my leg all a mess.” He gestured at it. “But, uh. Here. I promise for, um, the next month, I won’t attack you or, like, your bee hives or other things you need to survive, and I won’t, uh, use magic to try to escape or coerce you into letting me go.”

She stared at him. That was… “That’s kind,” she managed. “Thank you.”

He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. “Yeah, well. I figure you didn’t, like, buy me to be a drain on your resources, and you didn’t buy me to chain me to your plow and make me do all your work. It’s not like you’re an awful person.”

“...I just broke your leg.” Why was she arguing with him?

I just broke my leg.” He shrugged. “You’re not a jerk. I don’t have to be a jerk. I mean, I still want to leave. I don’t belong to you and I don’t want to be a slave. But I don’t have to be an ass, while I’m here.”

There was something he wasn’t telling her, but Mieve had a feeling she wouldn’t find out what it was by pushing him. She picked up the second chisel and hammer, instead, and started working on the walnuts.

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Sorry so late, guys!  Not sure what happened to brain

Enrie was skidding toward the open trap-door, flailing for purchase. A flash of movement caught her eye and a moment later, three hands caught her - wrist, shoulder, and ankle. Enrie was yanked to a stop a hands-width from the trapdoor.

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