DailyPrompt: In Your Own Time
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dailyprompt: "In your own time," with a side order of "saturation point."
Ag AU - HP
“In your own time, Shelby.” Professor Carver’s voice was level and soothing, but it did no good for the panicked butterflies in Shelby’s stomach. There was still the river raging in front of them – a creek, really, but a wide one, and swollen with the spring rains until it threatened to overflow its banks. The bridge, its timbers soaked to the saturation point, threatened to collapse with any weight at all, and the farmers needed it.
“As long as your time is in this century,” Cort muttered, just quietly enough to escape the Professor’s attention. Shelby swallowed and stared at the water.
The First Years had just finished the two-week long Selection process that the older students called Rush, filtering them to Mentors and Houses that would best suit them. They had finally gotten to sleep last night in a proper dorm, instead of the gymnasium. And now, when it had seemed the worst of it was over, clean robes, clean hair, warm socks… this.
“Focus your purpose in your mind,” the Professor coaxed. “You have the Words to do this, but it will help if you’re closer to the item you’re working.”
Shelby looked down at the sodden ground, the grass seeming to float on the water, and then at the over-eager creek. There was no getting out of this. Cort was still snickering, not bothering to hide it now.
“Jas…?”
“Jasfe, yes. The Greek word for bridge is géfyra. Set your hands on the supports.”
That would require stepping right up to the edge of the creek, leaning onto the unstable bridge. Gulping, Shelby did so. Cort and the rest would never forget a failure here. Never mind how terrifying the water was rushing below.
“Jasfe unutu alpha géfyra.” As the magic flowed into the wood, Shelby relaxed. This wasn’t that hard.
“Very good, Shelby. Now, Edris, your turn. Step aside, Shelby, and let her do her Working.”
Holding the slightly-repaired pole for support, Shelby turned in the slick grass, slipped, and went careening down the wet bank. There was no handhold, no grip, nothing but rocks scraping into skin and the inevitable pounding water…
…and a hand, firm and strong, stopping the plummet. Cort’s hand, and surprisingly-strong arm. “I’ve got you.”
dailyprompt: "In your own time," with a side order of "saturation point."Ag AU - HP
“In your own time, Shelby.” Professor Carver’s voice was level and soothing, but it did no good for the panicked butterflies in Shelby’s stomach. There was still the river raging in front of them – a creek, really, but a wide one, and swollen with the spring rains until it threatened to overflow its banks. The bridge, its timbers soaked to the saturation point, threatened to collapse with any weight at all, and the farmers needed it.
“As long as your time is in this century,” Cort muttered, just quietly enough to escape the Professor’s attention. Shelby swallowed and stared at the water.
The First Years had just finished the two-week long Selection process that the older students called Rush, filtering them to Mentors and Houses that would best suit them. They had finally gotten to sleep last night in a proper dorm, instead of the gymnasium. And now, when it had seemed the worst of it was over, clean robes, clean hair, warm socks… this.
“Focus your purpose in your mind,” the Professor coaxed. “You have the Words to do this, but it will help if you’re closer to the item you’re working.”
Shelby looked down at the sodden ground, the grass seeming to float on the water, and then at the over-eager creek. There was no getting out of this. Cort was still snickering, not bothering to hide it now.
“Jas…?”
“Jasfe, yes. The Greek word for bridge is géfyra. Set your hands on the supports.”
That would require stepping right up to the edge of the creek, leaning onto the unstable bridge. Gulping, Shelby did so. Cort and the rest would never forget a failure here. Never mind how terrifying the water was rushing below.
“Jasfe unutu alpha géfyra.” As the magic flowed into the wood, Shelby relaxed. This wasn’t that hard.
“Very good, Shelby. Now, Edris, your turn. Step aside, Shelby, and let her do her Working.”
Holding the slightly-repaired pole for support, Shelby turned in the slick grass, slipped, and went careening down the wet bank. There was no handhold, no grip, nothing but rocks scraping into skin and the inevitable pounding water…
…and a hand, firm and strong, stopping the plummet. Cort’s hand, and surprisingly-strong arm. “I’ve got you.”
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Date: 2011-07-27 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-27 06:54 pm (UTC)Or Cort is young enough to tease when he means to flirt.
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Date: 2011-07-28 09:30 am (UTC)Interesting.
Rix
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Date: 2011-07-28 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 02:58 am (UTC)But there she is using Words on the bridge. It made me think she knew them already, as it didn't seem like two weeks was enough time to learn them (given the current Addergoole timeline).
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 03:07 am (UTC)Still happy I don't attend Addergoole!
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Date: 2011-08-07 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-07 01:21 am (UTC)The Houses are rather similar, si.
And yes. :-D