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rainbowfic2016-08-31 11:41 pm
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Plant Party #14, Paprika #19
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Chaperone
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #14. Elephant Apple, Paprika #19. Gotta slow it down, baby, gotta have some fun.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Closing Ceremonies), photography, frame, fabric, seed beads, yarn
Word Count: 275
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nava, Kiva
Warnings: Well intentioned spying on someone
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Kiva is Andrell's daughter by his mistress, Tova.
Nava’s eyes were on the book in her lap, but she wasn’t actually reading it. It was an old favorite of hers, one she did reread every chance she got, but she also knew it practically by heart; many times, it had served her well as useful cover for watching people.
As she was today, sitting at the base of an apple tree in full blossom, in one of the more secluded parts of the garden. The descending branches and her hat hid her face enough that today’s target--her little cousin Kiva--would have no idea the lady reading nearby was watching her.
Although watching was mostly a misnomer. People had a tendency to notice that sort of thing. Mostly, Nava was listening, to her fifteen-year-old cousin’s shy, happy giggling, and the soft, adoring voice of the boy she’d snuck out here to meet.
Nava shook her head and smiled indulgently into her book. She didn’t expect any trouble. The boy in question was a good sort, and Kiva usually kept her head about her. On the other hand, fifteen-year-olds deep in the throes of first love were not exactly known for their good sense. And, bastard or not, the reputation of the King’s daughter was too precious a thing to risk.
So, Nava was keeping an eye on things, just in case. Ready to intervene, if necessary or--though she very much doubted things would ever get that serious--involve Mamma, or one of Kiva’s many parents.
And there were, she thought, as she turned a page to maintain her illusion, far worse ways to spend a late-spring afternoon than observing well-behaved young lovers at play.
Story: Chaperone
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Plant Party #14. Elephant Apple, Paprika #19. Gotta slow it down, baby, gotta have some fun.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Closing Ceremonies), photography, frame, fabric, seed beads, yarn
Word Count: 275
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nava, Kiva
Warnings: Well intentioned spying on someone
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Kiva is Andrell's daughter by his mistress, Tova.
Nava’s eyes were on the book in her lap, but she wasn’t actually reading it. It was an old favorite of hers, one she did reread every chance she got, but she also knew it practically by heart; many times, it had served her well as useful cover for watching people.
As she was today, sitting at the base of an apple tree in full blossom, in one of the more secluded parts of the garden. The descending branches and her hat hid her face enough that today’s target--her little cousin Kiva--would have no idea the lady reading nearby was watching her.
Although watching was mostly a misnomer. People had a tendency to notice that sort of thing. Mostly, Nava was listening, to her fifteen-year-old cousin’s shy, happy giggling, and the soft, adoring voice of the boy she’d snuck out here to meet.
Nava shook her head and smiled indulgently into her book. She didn’t expect any trouble. The boy in question was a good sort, and Kiva usually kept her head about her. On the other hand, fifteen-year-olds deep in the throes of first love were not exactly known for their good sense. And, bastard or not, the reputation of the King’s daughter was too precious a thing to risk.
So, Nava was keeping an eye on things, just in case. Ready to intervene, if necessary or--though she very much doubted things would ever get that serious--involve Mamma, or one of Kiva’s many parents.
And there were, she thought, as she turned a page to maintain her illusion, far worse ways to spend a late-spring afternoon than observing well-behaved young lovers at play.