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Vienna Orange #10; White Opal #11 [Starfall]
Name: Holy Ground
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vienna Orange #10 (an old world made new on the same holy ground); White Opal #11 (woolgathering)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers fromshadowsong26 (it’s perfect because you’re here) + nubs + charcoal + gift wrap
Word Count: 644
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Eollan Barra. (A missing scene from the same night as Set Patterns.)
Summary: Viyony Eseray is exactly what Eollan has been looking for all these years.
Viyony was perfect, more so than he’d ever anticipated. Eollan Barra circled her palm to palm in the leisurely old dance, a position that gave him an excellent vantage point from which to arrive at that conclusion. Viyony caught him looking and cocked an eyebrow. Her mouth twitched, but the movements of the dance parted them before she could speak. Eollan’s gaze strayed back to her as they walked in and out of the rest of the dancers in the set. The hopelessly outdated and formal celebrations that always accompanied the opening of the Council Chambers didn’t require much thought.
Viyony, on the other hand, was worth attending to. She was dressed immaculately in white satin and dark purple drapes that flattered her trim figure – Eseray colours and fabric, he supposed. As they rejoined each other in the dance, she gave him a small shake of her head, large dark eyes meeting his in warning, but then she laughed, her vivid face breaking into a rare bright smile.
He’d met her before a few times on the road south, and he’d already heard of the Eseray business when he’d been stationed in North Eastern, so none of this was new to him, but he appreciated finally having the leisure and opportunity to confirm his first impressions.
“I hear,” he said, as they turned, “that you’ve been having prophetic dreams. Can it be true?”
The amusement vanished from her face. “Please – you must forget you ever heard that. It isn’t important – exaggerated nonsense.”
“Then it must be.”
“My friend was over-excited, that’s all. Please, Colonel, don’t mention it.”
Eollan grinned. “I promise to take it to my grave, if you’ll refrain from calling me Colonel. I’m finally out of the army – don’t remind me.”
“A deal, then,” she said, as the music came to a final flourish. The dancers slowly moved back towards the edges of the great hall.
Eollan nodded. “Of course. I hope you’ll let me dance with you again – at one of our livelier affairs.”
Viyony cast him a quick look, lines deepening on her brow. “You do remember why I’m here, don’t you?”
“To be married,” he said. “Oh, yes. But that’s no reason not to dance with me in the meantime, is it?”
“No reason.” Viyony turned her head, scanning the finely dressed throng for her family and friends. “I expect I will, then, Imai Barra. Thank you.”
He caught her hand before she moved away. “No, no, the pleasure is mine. Although I trust not all of it!”
“There’s no need for flattery,” she said, stealing her hand back.
He spied her aunt, Diyela Gerro, and guided Viyony through the crowd towards her. “Looks as if there is – or how else will you learn to take a compliment when it’s offered you?”
“That was pure flim flam,” said Viyony, but she condescended to dart a quick smile up at him. “Lucky I know you don’t mean it.”
Eollan halted, drawing her to one side. “But I do. It’s good to see you here – Portcallan is the better for it.”
“Definitely flattery,” she murmured dryly. “What do you want?”
“Only your company from time to time. Isn’t that enough?”
Viyony pulled a face. “Not for some people.”
“More fool them,” said Eollan. She raised her head, meeting his gaze, and he gave her the short, formal nod in farewell. He wasn’t about to overstay his welcome. “Another time, then!”
She lifted her hand, giving a small wave before she set about making her way back through the tighter throng of people to reach her aunt and cousin.
Eollan watched her progress, unable to stop himself. It really was hard to believe she was real. She was truly perfect, and one day soon all of Portcallan would see how blessed they were to have her here, the same way he did.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vienna Orange #10 (an old world made new on the same holy ground); White Opal #11 (woolgathering)
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers from
shadowsong26 (it’s perfect because you’re here) + nubs + charcoal + gift wrapWord Count: 644
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Eollan Barra. (A missing scene from the same night as Set Patterns.)
Summary: Viyony Eseray is exactly what Eollan has been looking for all these years.
Viyony was perfect, more so than he’d ever anticipated. Eollan Barra circled her palm to palm in the leisurely old dance, a position that gave him an excellent vantage point from which to arrive at that conclusion. Viyony caught him looking and cocked an eyebrow. Her mouth twitched, but the movements of the dance parted them before she could speak. Eollan’s gaze strayed back to her as they walked in and out of the rest of the dancers in the set. The hopelessly outdated and formal celebrations that always accompanied the opening of the Council Chambers didn’t require much thought.
Viyony, on the other hand, was worth attending to. She was dressed immaculately in white satin and dark purple drapes that flattered her trim figure – Eseray colours and fabric, he supposed. As they rejoined each other in the dance, she gave him a small shake of her head, large dark eyes meeting his in warning, but then she laughed, her vivid face breaking into a rare bright smile.
He’d met her before a few times on the road south, and he’d already heard of the Eseray business when he’d been stationed in North Eastern, so none of this was new to him, but he appreciated finally having the leisure and opportunity to confirm his first impressions.
“I hear,” he said, as they turned, “that you’ve been having prophetic dreams. Can it be true?”
The amusement vanished from her face. “Please – you must forget you ever heard that. It isn’t important – exaggerated nonsense.”
“Then it must be.”
“My friend was over-excited, that’s all. Please, Colonel, don’t mention it.”
Eollan grinned. “I promise to take it to my grave, if you’ll refrain from calling me Colonel. I’m finally out of the army – don’t remind me.”
“A deal, then,” she said, as the music came to a final flourish. The dancers slowly moved back towards the edges of the great hall.
Eollan nodded. “Of course. I hope you’ll let me dance with you again – at one of our livelier affairs.”
Viyony cast him a quick look, lines deepening on her brow. “You do remember why I’m here, don’t you?”
“To be married,” he said. “Oh, yes. But that’s no reason not to dance with me in the meantime, is it?”
“No reason.” Viyony turned her head, scanning the finely dressed throng for her family and friends. “I expect I will, then, Imai Barra. Thank you.”
He caught her hand before she moved away. “No, no, the pleasure is mine. Although I trust not all of it!”
“There’s no need for flattery,” she said, stealing her hand back.
He spied her aunt, Diyela Gerro, and guided Viyony through the crowd towards her. “Looks as if there is – or how else will you learn to take a compliment when it’s offered you?”
“That was pure flim flam,” said Viyony, but she condescended to dart a quick smile up at him. “Lucky I know you don’t mean it.”
Eollan halted, drawing her to one side. “But I do. It’s good to see you here – Portcallan is the better for it.”
“Definitely flattery,” she murmured dryly. “What do you want?”
“Only your company from time to time. Isn’t that enough?”
Viyony pulled a face. “Not for some people.”
“More fool them,” said Eollan. She raised her head, meeting his gaze, and he gave her the short, formal nod in farewell. He wasn’t about to overstay his welcome. “Another time, then!”
She lifted her hand, giving a small wave before she set about making her way back through the tighter throng of people to reach her aunt and cousin.
Eollan watched her progress, unable to stop himself. It really was hard to believe she was real. She was truly perfect, and one day soon all of Portcallan would see how blessed they were to have her here, the same way he did.
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