aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
This is to [personal profile] rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of
Love and Hospitality,
Graduation Plans,
and
Good Bones.


“No, I don’t think you understand.” Wren leaned forward over the table and tried not to pound on the table. Ladies do not throw tantrums in public. Ladies smile, and find out all their enemies’ weaknesses. Phelen had been full of good lessons. Massive control, but lots of good lessons. “We are not looking for someone who wants a nanny. We are not looking for someone who wants a mommy. We have our own children.”

“Look, if I’m going to top someone as a lifestyle, I expect them to cook and clean for me. I expect my subs to do as I tell them. That’s not being childish; that’s just the way I do things.”

He was slick as a snake and twice as scaly, although he was on the list as Faded. Nydia had gone silent next to Wren, and she understood the urge. She pursed her lips at the man.

“Then we are not interested.”
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
For the February continuation poll, after Love and Hospitality (LJ) and Graduation Plans (LJ)

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There was a bouquet of flowers and a dead raccoon waiting for Wren and Nydia at their new apartment.

Nydia took care of the raccoon with a muttered Working, while Wren unpacked a vase and got the flowers set. Neither of them talked about the oddness of the gift; neither wanted to admit that they weren't sure if it was a normal sort of thing, out in the world.

Out in the world. They moved their stuff into two of the three bedrooms and didn't quite look at each other, didn't quite admit that they both wanted to crawl into a closet and hide.
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Next: Moving Foread (LJ)
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
For Friendly Anon's prompt.

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This story comes after Love and Hospitality (LJ)

Followed by Good Bones


"It's like my whole life is here. In boxes." Nydia stared at the luggage rack full of things, as Luke loaded them into the back of the school SUV, next to Wren's stack of boxes.

"I know the feeling." The older girl patted her arm. "I've got everything all set up; we'll be okay. Lady Maureen helped me find us a nice apartment, so that's waiting for us. I bought beds but nothing else; we can pick that all out together... or find someone to pick it out for us." She winked at Nydia cheerfully.

Nydia, for her part, was even more overwhelmed by her friend. "You got that all taken care of?"

"I had time on my hands, and my Mentor and yours to help," Wren assured her. "Remember, we want to be planners!"
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aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Wren)
For [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu's prompt.

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This prompt pinged on a conversation I was having with [personal profile] inventrix about Nydia's life after school and her son Corentin.

This take place near the end of Year Eight - Wren is living in the Village, as she graduated at the end of Year Seven.

Icon (in DW)is a clip of this lovely art of Wren.

Followed by Graduation Plans

"We could do this, you know."

Nydia looked over at Wren uncertainly. "This?" She looked down at the cake they were making. "You mean, the planners idea?"
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