Jan. 18th, 2017

aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)

I was playing around with my friends on Twitter (thinking about Month of Letters) and this came up.

So: If I wrote a setting just for you, what would it look like?
aldersprig: (Mermaid 2)

Winter 2011 pictures: We don't have the snow this year, but I have some nice shots of a year that we did~

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Cetus had stopped struggling when one of them got an arm around his throat.

Before that point, he was pretty sure he'd broken someone's ribs and someone else's nose; dislocated three fingers on a grabbing hand and pulled out two handfuls of hair. He'd also twisted his own ankle and sprained his wrist, as well as getting a nasty gash on his forehead, but that was nothing. He'd done worse to himself falling down stairs, when he went through his clumsy phase.
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aldersprig: (Beekeeper)
First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Neither Amrit nor Mieve Communicate.


If there was any forgiving to happen, you have it.

She didn't know whether to feel dismissed, pleased, or worried. She felt a little bit of each.

"I had a Kept. I had a lot of Kept, but I had one, well." She caught her breath, counted to ten, and tried again. "I thought things were fine. I treated him well and we were even sharing a bed. But when I released him, he attacked me." Her lips twisted. "That was the last Kept I released here. After that, I took them miles away first."

For a minute, he didn't say anything. Then Amrit smirked at her - which had not been the reaction she was expecting at all.
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aldersprig: (Lyn Calenyena)
Author's note: This section goes before the section posted Monday.  Sorry about that!

The address Elelakorra had given them turned out to be the floor below the first floor of a four-story stone building just outside the royal quarter.  The entrance in the front of the building led to a very att

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aldersprig: (Marked)
MARKED - 2.2

Nilien looked around the dining hall. She could see a few empty seats off in one corner, where maybe she could eat in peace.

“It’s not like she really feels pain,” Istore protested. “She’s a Weed. They don’t have feelings the same way you and I do.”

Or there was that little group of people, the the one with the girl with the teal-green rabbit and the boy with the yellow weasel.

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aldersprig: (Shooting star)
January by the numbers continues (now three days off, meeps~)!
From [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt "Careful consideration;" a ficlet.

There are some situations which require the sort of consideration that takes actual minutes, actual thought, actual knowledge of the options.

There are some situations where you have to weigh your choices, study the consequences, research the possibilities.

Sometimes, you really have to go into something with your eyes open and your homework done.

Like moving to another planet, for instance.

You need to know where you're going, at a bare minimum, what you're going to do when you get there, how you're going to survive, how you're going to make money.

I mean, that's the absolute minimum. Like, can you breathe the air? Can you survive the gravity? Is there anything there to eat? Most of those planetary colony flights are one-way-only: you get there, you’re stuck. It’s not the sort of thing you do on a whim.

Unless, of course, you’re Jeropey Onefferie. RIght about now, Onefferie is sneaking on to a colony flight, picked — if you can believe this; I hardly can and I’m telling the story — by the roll of a die. He’s stowing away on a bet, the winnings of which he may never be able to collect.

It’s a colony flight, you say, of course he can survive where other humans can. Ah, but we are not on Earth; we’re on Besh Rithtaen, armpit of the universe, highway off-ramp of the galaxy, collection spot for at least three hundred sentient races, many of whom (including humans) live in sealed environments or environment suits.

And the colony ship he’s slipped on to is a Meshtarina ship. That doesn’t spell immediate demise — the Meshtarina live in the same range of environments as humans.

We know this, however, because the Meshtarina run human farms on planets outside the Federation regulations.

There are some situations which really do require careful consideration.
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