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moonwolf1988's prompt.
Year 13, Reveal (Lunch time on the First Friday).
"Don't cry, baby. When you cry, the sky cries with you."
Amaya's daddy had said that to her, growing up. He'd point out the window at the encroaching clouds, or the storm, or the shower, and say the same thing, every time.
When she tripped and skinned her knee.
"Don't cry, baby."
When she failed her first class
"When you cry..."
When her date to homecoming left her all lone.
"...the sky cries with you."
When she stepped on the plane to leave everything behind.
"Don't cry baby."
"I know, Daddy. The plane won't fly through turbulence."
"And when you get upset, things get pretty turbulent." He patted her shoulder and sent her off.
Off to... this place. This strange place with its strange people and its strange... everything. She looked around again, as if that would make it better.
She'd thought Beckett was pretty cute. He had a tail. A tail.
She wasn't sure about Irvy, but she was certain he had scales. That was just unfair.
And Edan. He had a voice that calmed her right down, wicked cool tats, and he was in the only band Addergoole seemed to sport. But he was sporting prickly fur down his back and a personal field of ice-cold air. It was too much.
Way too much. She gulped, swallowed, and tried to find something safe for her eyes to settle on. Aleron. Aleron was cute, cute, and nice, and very taken…
…and sporting a pair of wide, green wings.
The air above the Dining Hall opened up with rain.
Amaya's wiki page (thin as it is) is here - http://agyearnine.wikispaces.com/Amaya
Amaya Year 14 - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/672732.html
Edited and updated - https://www.patreon.com/posts/dont-cry-baby-5213821
moonwolf1988's prompt. Year 13, Reveal (Lunch time on the First Friday).
"Don't cry, baby. When you cry, the sky cries with you."
Amaya's daddy had said that to her, growing up. He'd point out the window at the encroaching clouds, or the storm, or the shower, and say the same thing, every time.
When she tripped and skinned her knee.
"Don't cry, baby."
When she failed her first class
"When you cry..."
When her date to homecoming left her all lone.
"...the sky cries with you."
When she stepped on the plane to leave everything behind.
"Don't cry baby."
"I know, Daddy. The plane won't fly through turbulence."
"And when you get upset, things get pretty turbulent." He patted her shoulder and sent her off.
Off to... this place. This strange place with its strange people and its strange... everything. She looked around again, as if that would make it better.
She'd thought Beckett was pretty cute. He had a tail. A tail.
She wasn't sure about Irvy, but she was certain he had scales. That was just unfair.
And Edan. He had a voice that calmed her right down, wicked cool tats, and he was in the only band Addergoole seemed to sport. But he was sporting prickly fur down his back and a personal field of ice-cold air. It was too much.
Way too much. She gulped, swallowed, and tried to find something safe for her eyes to settle on. Aleron. Aleron was cute, cute, and nice, and very taken…
…and sporting a pair of wide, green wings.
The air above the Dining Hall opened up with rain.
Amaya's wiki page (thin as it is) is here - http://agyearnine.wikispaces.com/Amaya
Amaya Year 14 - http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/672732.html
Edited and updated - https://www.patreon.com/posts/dont-cry-baby-5213821
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Date: 2014-02-20 07:29 pm (UTC)There's a story behind it, and it's not a nice one. Well, it's not bad just... his father not being tactful.
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Date: 2014-02-20 07:47 pm (UTC)Fathers not being tactful resonates for me.
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Date: 2014-02-20 07:50 pm (UTC)Aleron was Luke's first son to actual manifest proper wings.
"He has wings!" is probably not the nicest thing to name the kid when you work with your older son, whose wings never came in properly.
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Date: 2014-02-20 07:58 pm (UTC)Euhhh. As father of two plus a foster, I've always considered tact to be an important part of the job. Not that I've always been successful, of course. And I have a bias against bizarre or outlandish names… I was about to say "not personal", and then realized I was also about to add "that mark the individual"… Yeah. Right.
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Date: 2014-02-20 08:01 pm (UTC)Addergoole has stories behind its names, but this was one of Luke's... less fine moment.s.
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