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edenfallingBatch the third, more to come. :)
All prompts drawn from the 2022 iteration of the Three Sentence Ficathon (post one and post two), hosted by the wonderfulrthstewart. Come play with us!
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13. Formad_madam_m, in response to the prompt: any, any, anniversaries, written 1/25/22
Memorials (85 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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No one on Alinor marks the anniversary of the empire's fall, not even for mourning or paying respects.
No one marks the end of the Interim either, and only partially because time grew so vague during those years (months? decades? the former imperial citizens of Alinor collectively settle on years) that agreeing on a single date as their end would be next to impossible.
Alinor's children maintain decorum by the skin of their teeth, and draw a conspiracy of silence over things best left forgotten.
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14. Formad_madam_m, in response to the prompt: any, any, working late, written 1/26/22
A Scholarly Bent (220 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart (six sentences, oops!)
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"Jemis, it's half eleven; time and past for all good souls to be abed," Benneret said as he nudged his stepson's door open and saw the boy bent over his desk, beeswax candle burning like a defiant shout against the thick, sleepy darkness of the summer night.
"Oh!" Jemis said, startling to his feet and whirling to face the door; "Sorry, sir -- I lost track of time and didn't realize I was wasting the light."
"You've no need to worry over the cost of candles," Benneret assured the boy, wondering for the thousandth time how to break the pane of awkwardness that had lain between them since Jackory Greenwing had returned to life and died again within a single month. He ventured into the room to rest his hand on Jemis's shoulder and added, "I only meant that the mind is part of the body and requires similar care. Your books will be waiting in the morning, and you'll face your studies better with a good night's sleep and some of your mother's excellent breakfast in your stomach."
"Yes, sir," Jemis said, expression and posture screaming his own, equal sense of awkwardness, but he pressed back against Benneret's hand for a moment, chasing that contact, before he turned to put away his books and pen and pinch out the light.
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15. Forvialethe, in response to the prompt: Narnia, Susan/& any, cold patrol, written 1/26/22
Winter Diplomacy (220 words)
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As Edmund slipped back into the royal tent, snow dusting the hood and hem of his cloak, Susan stifled a shiver at the cold draft and said, "Was aught amiss, or was the sound, as I told you, merely a branch cracking under the weight of ice?"
"The weight of ice and an Owl who misjudged her landing, so we were both correct," Edmund said, then held up his hands, one bare and one still gloved, and added, "Peace, the message was nothing ill; merely our good Ambassador Coltsfoot sending word that we are warmly awaited in Vashnoi, and that the King of Vinyedvyeri seems most amenable to the plan for a joint strike at Harfang come spring."
"So long as the good Owl is uninjured," Susan said, and quirked an inquiring brow -- ("Merely dazed, and grateful for a warm perch out of the snow") -- "then I was more correct than you; as forfeit, I sentence you to warm your feet by the brazier (for I have no wish to share a bed with a block of ice) and reflect that a king who cannot trust his people to manage a night patrol without his presence at every minute is a foolish king indeed."
"As you command, Su," Edmund said, and neatly caught the cushion Susan tossed at his face.
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16. Forelementalraven, in response to the prompt: Narnia, any, mirror universe, written 1/27/22
The Sun Never Sets (150 words)
She destroyed her own world by accident, a hideous unforeseen consequence of a last, desperate spell to stop the Empire of Charn and her traitor sister from conquering the last small land that still gasped shallow breaths of freedom, but she has learned caution since that day -- and yet, some things never change; the casual arrogance of imperialists is a constant across all times, all places, and all peoples.
"And what, pray tell, is your home like?" she asks the human child as he sulks by her sleigh (damn the Lion for blighting this land with endless Winter as vengeance for her attempt to free his cowed and hoodwinked slaves!), blithely confident that no harm can truly touch him despite all evidence to the contrary.
"I'm from England, and we have the greatest empire in the world!" the boy says with pride, and Jadis begins to prepare again for war.
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17. Forpaxilam, in response to the prompt: any, any, a collection of rocks, written 1/27/22
Interesting Rocks (120 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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When someone says they collect rocks, most listeners, Hope has learned, assume the rocks in question are valuable, shiny, or carved into interesting shapes -- often all three. She never saw much point in that sort of collecting, and not merely because it was far beyond her modest finances: gemstones are such a tiny fraction of the world's minerals, playing scarcely any role in the great geological processes that lift and shape the land, and a collection whose component parts are all alike is less a selection and more of a hoard.
Besides, several fist-sized chunks of granite, gneiss, and common silicates serve a far more practical defensive purpose than a palmful of dust-speck diamonds, however bright the latter may shine.
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18. Forwearing_tearing, in response to the prompt: any, any, dragons, written 1/30/22
Form and Function (215 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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"There is something that has been bothering me about your imprisonment in Yellton on the charge of murdering Fitzroy Angursell in the form of a dragon," Mr. Dart remarked one evening as we prepared for our journey to Orio City; "Leaving aside the general trumpery and nonsense of the whole business, to say nothing of the general legality or illegality of killing dragons, is it even possible for a human -- whether a wild mage of his own volition, or someone under the influence of a curse -- to take the form of a dragon?"
"I have never heard of anyone doing so," I said after a pause to riffle through my half-remembered history and theory of magic lessons from Morrowlea, "and I am quite certain if Fitzroy Angursell had managed that trick, we would all know a dozen songs or more about his achievement."
As Mr. Dart laughed, I continued, "I think it would be like a human trying to become one of the Good Neighbors; one might manage the outer semblance, but neither the inherent magic nor the cast of thought -- which is just as well, since if you did change your inner self so utterly, who could say that the dragon who ended the spell was the same as the mage who began it?"
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No one wrote me Greenwing & Dart fic for Yuletide, so I will just have to write it myself. *wry*
All prompts drawn from the 2022 iteration of the Three Sentence Ficathon (post one and post two), hosted by the wonderful
rthstewart. Come play with us!---------------------------------------------
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13. For
mad_madam_m, in response to the prompt: any, any, anniversaries, written 1/25/22Memorials (85 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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No one on Alinor marks the anniversary of the empire's fall, not even for mourning or paying respects.
No one marks the end of the Interim either, and only partially because time grew so vague during those years (months? decades? the former imperial citizens of Alinor collectively settle on years) that agreeing on a single date as their end would be next to impossible.
Alinor's children maintain decorum by the skin of their teeth, and draw a conspiracy of silence over things best left forgotten.
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14. For
mad_madam_m, in response to the prompt: any, any, working late, written 1/26/22A Scholarly Bent (220 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart (six sentences, oops!)
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"Jemis, it's half eleven; time and past for all good souls to be abed," Benneret said as he nudged his stepson's door open and saw the boy bent over his desk, beeswax candle burning like a defiant shout against the thick, sleepy darkness of the summer night.
"Oh!" Jemis said, startling to his feet and whirling to face the door; "Sorry, sir -- I lost track of time and didn't realize I was wasting the light."
"You've no need to worry over the cost of candles," Benneret assured the boy, wondering for the thousandth time how to break the pane of awkwardness that had lain between them since Jackory Greenwing had returned to life and died again within a single month. He ventured into the room to rest his hand on Jemis's shoulder and added, "I only meant that the mind is part of the body and requires similar care. Your books will be waiting in the morning, and you'll face your studies better with a good night's sleep and some of your mother's excellent breakfast in your stomach."
"Yes, sir," Jemis said, expression and posture screaming his own, equal sense of awkwardness, but he pressed back against Benneret's hand for a moment, chasing that contact, before he turned to put away his books and pen and pinch out the light.
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15. For
vialethe, in response to the prompt: Narnia, Susan/& any, cold patrol, written 1/26/22Winter Diplomacy (220 words)
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As Edmund slipped back into the royal tent, snow dusting the hood and hem of his cloak, Susan stifled a shiver at the cold draft and said, "Was aught amiss, or was the sound, as I told you, merely a branch cracking under the weight of ice?"
"The weight of ice and an Owl who misjudged her landing, so we were both correct," Edmund said, then held up his hands, one bare and one still gloved, and added, "Peace, the message was nothing ill; merely our good Ambassador Coltsfoot sending word that we are warmly awaited in Vashnoi, and that the King of Vinyedvyeri seems most amenable to the plan for a joint strike at Harfang come spring."
"So long as the good Owl is uninjured," Susan said, and quirked an inquiring brow -- ("Merely dazed, and grateful for a warm perch out of the snow") -- "then I was more correct than you; as forfeit, I sentence you to warm your feet by the brazier (for I have no wish to share a bed with a block of ice) and reflect that a king who cannot trust his people to manage a night patrol without his presence at every minute is a foolish king indeed."
"As you command, Su," Edmund said, and neatly caught the cushion Susan tossed at his face.
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16. For
elementalraven, in response to the prompt: Narnia, any, mirror universe, written 1/27/22The Sun Never Sets (150 words)
She destroyed her own world by accident, a hideous unforeseen consequence of a last, desperate spell to stop the Empire of Charn and her traitor sister from conquering the last small land that still gasped shallow breaths of freedom, but she has learned caution since that day -- and yet, some things never change; the casual arrogance of imperialists is a constant across all times, all places, and all peoples.
"And what, pray tell, is your home like?" she asks the human child as he sulks by her sleigh (damn the Lion for blighting this land with endless Winter as vengeance for her attempt to free his cowed and hoodwinked slaves!), blithely confident that no harm can truly touch him despite all evidence to the contrary.
"I'm from England, and we have the greatest empire in the world!" the boy says with pride, and Jadis begins to prepare again for war.
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17. For
paxilam, in response to the prompt: any, any, a collection of rocks, written 1/27/22Interesting Rocks (120 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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When someone says they collect rocks, most listeners, Hope has learned, assume the rocks in question are valuable, shiny, or carved into interesting shapes -- often all three. She never saw much point in that sort of collecting, and not merely because it was far beyond her modest finances: gemstones are such a tiny fraction of the world's minerals, playing scarcely any role in the great geological processes that lift and shape the land, and a collection whose component parts are all alike is less a selection and more of a hoard.
Besides, several fist-sized chunks of granite, gneiss, and common silicates serve a far more practical defensive purpose than a palmful of dust-speck diamonds, however bright the latter may shine.
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18. For
wearing_tearing, in response to the prompt: any, any, dragons, written 1/30/22Form and Function (215 words)
Fandom = Greenwing & Dart
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"There is something that has been bothering me about your imprisonment in Yellton on the charge of murdering Fitzroy Angursell in the form of a dragon," Mr. Dart remarked one evening as we prepared for our journey to Orio City; "Leaving aside the general trumpery and nonsense of the whole business, to say nothing of the general legality or illegality of killing dragons, is it even possible for a human -- whether a wild mage of his own volition, or someone under the influence of a curse -- to take the form of a dragon?"
"I have never heard of anyone doing so," I said after a pause to riffle through my half-remembered history and theory of magic lessons from Morrowlea, "and I am quite certain if Fitzroy Angursell had managed that trick, we would all know a dozen songs or more about his achievement."
As Mr. Dart laughed, I continued, "I think it would be like a human trying to become one of the Good Neighbors; one might manage the outer semblance, but neither the inherent magic nor the cast of thought -- which is just as well, since if you did change your inner self so utterly, who could say that the dragon who ended the spell was the same as the mage who began it?"
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No one wrote me Greenwing & Dart fic for Yuletide, so I will just have to write it myself. *wry*
