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aldersprigDay 21 of 30 days of Fiction:" 22) Write a scene with children."
Reiassan/Rin & Girey, after Relics and before In Context (both available in Tales for the Sugar Cat).
She’d been unbearable for the two days since they’d seen the abomination of an idol in the ruined border town: pissy, snappish, and pushy. Girey, who was unaccustomed to being ordered about at all, found this new facet of her far more annoying than her general chill demeanor.
There didn’t seem to be anything to be done for it, however. He tried swallowing his complaints and riding quietly, but that didn’t seem to help, and, really, this ride was rather abysmal, and she seemed completely oblivious to it. When he told her how bad the hard tack was, however, this time she snatched it from his chained hands and left him to go hungry.
Girey didn’t know what to do. She’d been stupidly, blindly wrong; he wasn’t going to apologize for point it out. But having her angry at him was obnoxious, and led to gnawing hunger in his stomach and rocks under his bedroll. If she was a Bitrani girl, he could flirt with her and pat her ass, and make everything better. These stubborn Callanthe women left him totally lost.
He was still musing over it when they passed through a small village. Little children ran out to greet them, waving brightly-colored flags that clearly had been carefully sewn from rags and scraps. Hail the conquering hero, hail the lady healer and her captive. Silly stuff. Every village did it.
His captor ate it up. She got down off her goat and knelt among them, answering their silly questions, asking them about their lives, telling them war stories, even telling them war stories about him, about how she’d captured him, although, he noted, she left out several of the more embarrassing details.
When they were ready to move on, the children’s parents brought out food for their journey, cheese and smoked meat and bread. With no sign of her earlier crankiness, she passed half of each to Girey.
As he gnawed on the smoked meat, he decided that that must be it: when she was grumpy, he just needed to let other people cheer her up.
Reiassan has a landing page here (LJ Link)
Reiassan/Rin & Girey, after Relics and before In Context (both available in Tales for the Sugar Cat).
She’d been unbearable for the two days since they’d seen the abomination of an idol in the ruined border town: pissy, snappish, and pushy. Girey, who was unaccustomed to being ordered about at all, found this new facet of her far more annoying than her general chill demeanor.
There didn’t seem to be anything to be done for it, however. He tried swallowing his complaints and riding quietly, but that didn’t seem to help, and, really, this ride was rather abysmal, and she seemed completely oblivious to it. When he told her how bad the hard tack was, however, this time she snatched it from his chained hands and left him to go hungry.
Girey didn’t know what to do. She’d been stupidly, blindly wrong; he wasn’t going to apologize for point it out. But having her angry at him was obnoxious, and led to gnawing hunger in his stomach and rocks under his bedroll. If she was a Bitrani girl, he could flirt with her and pat her ass, and make everything better. These stubborn Callanthe women left him totally lost.
He was still musing over it when they passed through a small village. Little children ran out to greet them, waving brightly-colored flags that clearly had been carefully sewn from rags and scraps. Hail the conquering hero, hail the lady healer and her captive. Silly stuff. Every village did it.
His captor ate it up. She got down off her goat and knelt among them, answering their silly questions, asking them about their lives, telling them war stories, even telling them war stories about him, about how she’d captured him, although, he noted, she left out several of the more embarrassing details.
When they were ready to move on, the children’s parents brought out food for their journey, cheese and smoked meat and bread. With no sign of her earlier crankiness, she passed half of each to Girey.
As he gnawed on the smoked meat, he decided that that must be it: when she was grumpy, he just needed to let other people cheer her up.
Reiassan has a landing page here (LJ Link)
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Date: 2011-06-29 01:41 am (UTC)