aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Chapter 21: Leofric
by Inspector Caracal


Tuesday, October 31, 2000

Leofric studiously took notes as Professor Pelletier wrote another equation on the board. Physics was a good class for not thinking about what was going on. And even if some of it had been pretty cool — he was growing antlers, Dr. Caitrin said, and now he had some kind of awesome electricity powers — most of it was… Well, he was trying not to think about it.

He’d gotten the worrying thing sorted, at least, after spending a few days convincing himself that a desire to help was not worry — and if he had to abatu his hugr every now and then, well, nobody had told him not to do Workings on himself. And using magic to destroy the feeling was the only reliable way to stop worrying that he’d figured out.



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aldersprig: (luke)
A long time ago

"Don't mind them."

The fur-taker looked up to see a man filling her doorway, wings spread, carrying something on a tray. Bowls, mugs - whatever it was, it smelled good.

"Come in," she offered weakly. The threshold here was so much less than her swamp, so thin she was fairly certain it held only out of courtesy. Even in her little house in the Village, Regine's magic weighed heavily. In here, in her office...

It was nice of him to pretend, anyway.

"You're Luca, aren't you? The Hunting Hawk."

"And you're the pelt-taker. Regine said you're using the name 'Shira' here?" He stepped inside and closed the door with his foot.

"It's close enough." The Fur-taker wondered if she ought to be worried, but he was not giving off any sense of menace or danger, spread wings or no.

"The others..." He sat down and put the tray between them on a small table. Stew. And tea. "Don't mind them."

"You said that already." Which meant he had more meaning in mind than the words themselves held.

"They're..." He shrugged. "... Fancy."

The fur-taker smirked. "And I am not." She plucked at the hem of her sleeve, a loaned outfit - from Luca here, not from one of the women - and comfortable.

"I'm not, either. But it suits us. They're not sure about seers. The pure-bloods, they don't like what they don't understand."

The fur-taker smiled her sharp smile, the one that said life is hard. "And they understand so little. But you." She looked at him, Looked at him, and nodded. "You understand too much. Be ware, Hawk, or it will cripple you."

It would, she already saw it. But there were paths in which it would free him, too.

The meme is here: Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A loves character B.

Here is [personal profile] chanter_greenie's first prompt.
aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
Written to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's prompt. Before Year 19 of the Addergoole School.


Shira Pelletier was having a bit of trouble.

"No, this is ridiculous." The girl would not come out of her house, and had settled for talking to Shira through the tiniest crack in the door. "There is no way. I'm safe here. I've got food, water, the people don't hate me... If you go away soon, that is. I don't want to stick out.

"Maressa, I'm sorry, but if you don't come with us, in a few months you are going to stick out far too much. Your parents -"

"My parents are dead. My parents are gone. They went off to fight the war. They left me, okay? So fuck whatever they wanted for me."

"...I'm absolutely certain they wanted you safe."
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aldersprig: (AylaWorried)
I felt like writing this, so I did. Year four was pretty awful for everyone.


End of Year Four of the Addergoole School

The students had all walked across the stage, had all been given their names and released from one set of obligations and oaths into another. Various bonds and promises had broken. The students milled around now in the Village, waiting for parents to pick them up, waiting for Luke's Jeep to take them to the airport.

Regine watched them from a distance, accompanied by Mike and Shira Pelletier. They bounced about, nervous energy making them louder than they normally would be. Students who had spent four years ignoring each other talked now, bonded by the feeling of "us against the world."

There was a chance they'd need it. Mike cleared his throat. "Well, there goes the First Cohort."

"Indeed." Regine's lip twitched. It wasn't a smile, not as normal people smiled. Mike wasn't even sure it counted as an expression for Regine.

"How do you think they'll do?" He snuck a look at Shira, but she was ignoring him. "Do you think they'll be okay, out in the world?"
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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
Written to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's question here: How did sa'Skin-Taker end up at Addergoole?

After A Vision to Purchase.

~1895


The visions wouldn't leave her alone.

It had been three years since the woman had visited her. The payments had come as promised, quality stuff, and with some planning Chantal could have lived for years on the largess of her client. But the visions wouldn't stop.

She had moved out to the swamp because she did not like touching people anymore. Touching people led to visions; visions led to nightmares and that worrisome time when she couldn't separate the vision from the reality in front of her. But she was touching no-one, speaking to nobody but the man who brought her goods and took her furs, and yet the visions kept coming.

She knew what she had to do. The Fur-taker packed up the things she would need, leaving much of the cabin's supplies where they were. Either someone else would find the cabin and use it, or she would be back.

The man who brought her food was willing enough to take her to dryer land. The fur-taker assumed he'd probably gotten rather rich on her over the years, but she hadn't been interesting in accumulating wealth, and she'd been less concerned about his honesty than his reliability.

He proved half her suspicions correct and the other half slightly less correct when he handed her a leather bag at the edge of the water. The bag jingled quietly as she took it; the fur-taker raised her eyebrows at the man.

"I've put it aside for you over the years. You've done well by me and it was the least I could do." He handed her two pieces of paper. "That, and these. Train tickets. You said you were going to San Francisco."

The Fur-taker was rusty on her human manners. "Thank you," she said, more cautiously than gratefully.

"We're each given to do what we may. Do what you can, Fur-taker."

"I will," she assured him. That was why she was leaving the safety of her swamp, after all.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (truth)
Set ~1890, in response to a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] cluudle last night.

Content notes: this includes allusions to some of the most awful stuff in the Addergoole 'verse, but mostly in passing.

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aldersprig: a close up of an alder leaf (Leaf)
~what Professor Pelletier's Name is? And, if so, is it somewhere I can easily change it?

Help?

Edit: It's not in the character: Pelletier tag.
Edit: Or on the wiki

Edited again: Her Name-name, her Adult Name, the way Luca's is Hunting Hawk and Regine's is Lady of the Lake
aldersprig: (lynSnow)
This came about because of a box of tea my roommate just showed me. ;-)
It helps to know that Mike is Mike VanderLinden, whose original use-name is Linden-Flower.
Shira is Professor Pelletier; Maureen is Lady Maureen Foxglove. All three are staff at Addergoole.



It had started as a dirty joke between Shira and Maureen, shared over their third or fourth beer one late night in Mau's Tavern.

"Well," Shira had been laughing, "if all else fails, there's Linden Flower tea for what ails you."

"Unless it's lindens that ail you, of course." Maureen had smirked over her beer and they had moved on to more tree metaphors.

Shira had forgotten the whole thing until Christmastime, when a box of linden-flower tea had shown up under her tree. Once that had been done, though, the gauntlet had been thrown and it was on.
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aldersprig: (Aldersprig Leaves Raining)
To [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu's prompt to my orig-fic card. This fills, perhaps unsurprisingly, the Lost in Translation square.


Summer, Between Years 9 & 10 of the Addergoole School


"You'd think this would be easy." Shira Pelletier stared at the document in front of her.

"No." Feu Drake shook his head. "No. Some might think this is easy, but I would not be one of them again."

"You're doing it again." She glanced up at him, not yet irritated but willing to sound it.

"Of course I am 'doing it again.' I am not certain you would ever be reasonable to expect something else of me, j-"
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aldersprig: (AldersGrove)
1702

The woman stalked through the forest.

She had not worn a name in many years, and could not, precisely, remember what she had been called when she had landed here.

She spent her time, her attention, worrying about more real concerns: She had to eat, and to eat, she had to hunt. She needed shelter, sometimes, and for that she needed to build. She needed, more rarely, companionship, and for that she needed to speak to the fur-hunters who also worked her forests.

"Wild girl," they called her, and chasseuse sauvage, and fourreuse de forêt, and more pleasant names. They paid her in trinkets and good food for the furs she brought them, and gave her company without asking questions.

And none of them asked about her ears, which perked above her twisted hair like a deer's.
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
First of two I want to write for [personal profile] inventrix's prompt "Pellinore."

This Pellinore has appeared in June Again,, Boom, and referenced in Legacy.

As first referenced in Loose Ends and Tying Off (these two stories reference slavery and mistreatment), the Addergoole staff make visits to graduated students to check up on them.



Cynara wasn't surprised when Professors Drake and Pelletier showed up at her doorstep. By now the staff had to have noticed what she was doing, and, while she had gotten good marks for being one of the more level-headed students in her year, she was, after all, part of Boom. If anyone merited looking-in-on, it was her and her crew.

Pellinore, on the other hand, seemed both startled and upset when he opened the door. "Profe..." He stopped, as if unsure if saying that was giving away some secret. "What?"

"May we come in?" Trust Professor Drake to look over Pellinore's shoulder like he wasn't even there and ask Cya. She was glad the kids were with Leo today. She wasn't sure this wouldn't get unpleasant.
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