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Today is also NFE Madness day! I wrote three extra gifts this year, and will talk about each in a separate post.
A boat, beneath a sunny sky: At the Lake of Mezreel, Lasaraleen distracts Aravis from her father's impending remarriage. (1,025 words, written for
rthstewart)
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Rth asked for a story about Aravis, with anyone, and in her Dear NFE Writer letter mentioned that she enjoys banter and friendship and stories that make her laugh at least once. So I tried my best to write something cheerful and silly, between two girls who don't have much in common but get on fairly well despite that... provided they aren't forced to remain in close proximity for too long. *wry*
Some details from this are drawn from an unfinished and unpublished fic about Aravis and her brother at Mezreel, and how their father comes to marry his second wife (who takes a dislike to Aravis and later maneuvers her into the arranged marriage with Ahoshta). But the story should stand on its own without any context beyond canon itself.
The title is a line from the poem that closes Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll.
A boat, beneath a sunny sky: At the Lake of Mezreel, Lasaraleen distracts Aravis from her father's impending remarriage. (1,025 words, written for
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Rth asked for a story about Aravis, with anyone, and in her Dear NFE Writer letter mentioned that she enjoys banter and friendship and stories that make her laugh at least once. So I tried my best to write something cheerful and silly, between two girls who don't have much in common but get on fairly well despite that... provided they aren't forced to remain in close proximity for too long. *wry*
Some details from this are drawn from an unfinished and unpublished fic about Aravis and her brother at Mezreel, and how their father comes to marry his second wife (who takes a dislike to Aravis and later maneuvers her into the arranged marriage with Ahoshta). But the story should stand on its own without any context beyond canon itself.
The title is a line from the poem that closes Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll.
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