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edenfallingSummary: Ekanu and Denifar on the vision isle. (250 words)
Note: This ficlet is another snippet of "Harvest," this one set sometime after Harvest: Downwind -- I'm inclined to think perhaps the next morning?
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Harvest: Stepping Stones
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"What are you doing?" Denifar asked as Ekanu balanced her precarious way out onto the sharp-edged rocks that fringed their little isle at low tide.
"Asking for the guidance you came here to get," she called back over the steady, rhythmic rush of waves and wind. "I asked up by the spring, where life blooms in the center of the rock, and now I'm asking again at the edges where stone meets sea. If I've understood Lya-Lya correctly, those are the two places where spirits are most likely to linger and listen."
"It's not your question! And nobody actually cares about the answer anyway," Denifar said. He kicked off his boots and ventured a step or two into the water. Then he yanked his foot back with a pained face. "Come back before you fall and break something."
Ekanu turned away and studied the next spray-soaked rock, judging the best place to set her feet and hands. She stepped forward -- held her breath for the heartbeat while her chosen foothold shifted under her weight -- and then leaned sideways to sit on a narrow ridge that wasn't quite sharp enough to cut cloth or flesh.
On the shore, Denifar's hand was raised in a futile, abortive grasping gesture, as if he'd tried to steady her with hope alone. He flushed and scowled when he caught her answering smile.
"I care about the answer. So do the people of Ikuthula'ech," Ekanu said. "And I never said I was only asking your question."
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Inspired by the 1/31/16![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
15_minute_ficlets word #239: fringe
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I would really like to finish "Harvest" by the end of the year...
Note: This ficlet is another snippet of "Harvest," this one set sometime after Harvest: Downwind -- I'm inclined to think perhaps the next morning?
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Harvest: Stepping Stones
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"What are you doing?" Denifar asked as Ekanu balanced her precarious way out onto the sharp-edged rocks that fringed their little isle at low tide.
"Asking for the guidance you came here to get," she called back over the steady, rhythmic rush of waves and wind. "I asked up by the spring, where life blooms in the center of the rock, and now I'm asking again at the edges where stone meets sea. If I've understood Lya-Lya correctly, those are the two places where spirits are most likely to linger and listen."
"It's not your question! And nobody actually cares about the answer anyway," Denifar said. He kicked off his boots and ventured a step or two into the water. Then he yanked his foot back with a pained face. "Come back before you fall and break something."
Ekanu turned away and studied the next spray-soaked rock, judging the best place to set her feet and hands. She stepped forward -- held her breath for the heartbeat while her chosen foothold shifted under her weight -- and then leaned sideways to sit on a narrow ridge that wasn't quite sharp enough to cut cloth or flesh.
On the shore, Denifar's hand was raised in a futile, abortive grasping gesture, as if he'd tried to steady her with hope alone. He flushed and scowled when he caught her answering smile.
"I care about the answer. So do the people of Ikuthula'ech," Ekanu said. "And I never said I was only asking your question."
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Inspired by the 1/31/16
15_minute_ficlets word #239: fringe---------------------------------------------
I would really like to finish "Harvest" by the end of the year...
