Reality Changes, a short story for the Giraffe Call

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This is to avia's prompt.

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REALITY IS CHANGING ALL THE TIME

When Sibyl had asked her mother what the red-scrawled graffiti meant, Mom had come back with something about the disenfranchised and disappointed. The answer hadn't stuck in five-year-old Sibyl's mind, but the graffiti had.

She had first understood it two years later, when blue pants with flowers had been in, the coolest of the absolutely frigid things to have, until Janet, horrid Janet Gomez, declared that they were just so yesterday the day Sibyl finally got a pair.

Reality changes all the time. The trick was to be the one that changed it.
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Sport, a story of Tir na Cali for the Giraffe Call (@lilfluff)

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This is to lilfluff's prompt.

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Those with royal blood in Tir na Cali generally are slight, pale-skinned, and grey-eyed.


There was nothing wrong with Leopold's pedigree, but there was something wrong with his genes.

His bloodlines were the purest a slave could hope for: clearly, there had been a couple American ancestors in there somewhere, but his father, his grandfathers, and most of his great-grandfathers had been Californian royalty. He was short, androgynously handsome, grey-eyed, red-haired, and pale skinned. He aged slowly and sunburned on the cloudiest day. But he had not the slightest spark of magic. And every bit of training to be a companion, a personal body-slave, had done only so much good against that major flaw.
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