Alder's Grove

To Three-Word-Wednesday (Today's words are Carcass, Geek, Slash).


"When you said you were really into Star Trek, this is not what I expected." Anna stared at the refridgerator carcass which currently took up the large part of the shared living room. "Hector, what are you doing?"

"I didn't say I was into Star Trek. I said I was a 'Star-Trek-style Geek.'" Hector pulled another piece from the guts of the fridge. "This isn't our fridge, don't worry. I got it off craig's list."

"That aside - and good - what is it doing in the living room?" Anna picked her way closer through the debris.
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To kelkyag's commissioned continuation of Sidekick. For the complete story, see here.

The Aunt Family has a landing page here.

"Tragic." Eva was finding her voice, although it was taking effort. "Aunt Rosaria, what are you talking about? There's nothing tragic about Uncle Arges, unless you mean those horrid Hawaiian shirts. And who's Willard?" She flapped her hand. "I know that Willard is Aunt Ramona's son. And I think you've said that he's like Stone, or he was, but he left the family. I didn't know people could leave the family." She frowned. "Aunt Rosaria, I don't normally sound this silly."

Her aunt patted her leg. "I know, dear. Believe me, I really do. I remember when my aunts had this effect on me. It's as if you are feeling the whole weight of the family staring down at you from one old lady, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't have put it quite that way..."
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For kelkyag's prompt(s)

This comes after everything posted in the Rin/Girey timeline.


There was a great deal of hand-shaking going on, and a good deal of bowing, and more than a little bit of staring.

Callennan weddings appeared to involve a good deal of talking. This part of the ceremony, where a Bitrani temple would be full of silence and reverence, was instead full of a good deal of milling about and chatting, sometimes directly interrupting the ceremony.

There were a thousand things on Girey's mind, very few of them directly related to the wedding. Arinyanca's parents had been talking, and when they weren't talking, they were sending pointed looks. Her Uncle - and then some other relatives who she called Uncle as well - had been making his own set of pointed looks. In the heart of what passed for Callennan diplomacy, Girey would not be able to pass as "Girey of Tugia" forever, no matter how many times some rude Aunt or cousin suggested that "All Bitrani look the same. That nose, that silly hair."

As a matter of fact, while Elin pledged her strength and her bow (That wasn't in the priests' book of vows), her saddle and her tent to her new groom, another probably-an-aunt was sniping about his hair.

"How do they do anything at all with that? No wonder they keep it short; it wouldn't hold a braid for anything."

He had grown up in the heart of Bitrani politics; Girey didn't even show that he'd heard. But Rin did. Just a smile, a very sharp smile.

She shifted her hand so that she was holding his, the glittering band around his wrist clearly obvious. "Aunt Alunyez. Have you met my companion, Girey of Tugia?"

The look on the old woman's face was worth every snipe about his hair.

For kelkyag's commissioned prompt.

After Heroes (LJ) and Visiting the Family (LJ)

The Aunt Family has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.

"Were you taught about the archetypes?"

It wasn't the question Evangaline had been expecting; it segued out of left field while she was still pondering the implications of someone leaving their family, of a son leaving the family.

"The tarot?" she offered, while she tried to remember things Asta and the others had mentioned to her. The archetypes, the archetypes... "No, no, not the tarot, but sometimes it seems similar. Something about the stories? Aunt Asta mentioned them, but she didn't..."
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More: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/534069.html
The whole story: http://lynthornealder.com/fiction/aunt-family