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rainbowfic2013-10-30 07:07 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-30 07:07 pm
Dirt Brown #14, Spilt Ink #18, Glitter #24
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Retirement
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dirt Brown #14. North, Spilt Ink #18. You will become whatever you want to become. Even if you don’t know what that is., Glitter #24. If my friends could see me now. - Sweet Charity
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, miniature, frame, acrylic, feathers, novelty beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz never thought she’d be so happy when she retired. True, she missed the steady warmth of her homeland, and her Captaincy. At the same time, she had her husband, and her children, and the ice all around her was an endless source of wonder.
As much as she missed her roving adventures, that kind of life could never last forever. She was happy here, loving her husband, guarding the border, already embellishing her adventures in all the right places for when she told her children stories…
It wasn’t what she’d expected, but she didn’t regret her choice at all.
Story: Retirement
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Dirt Brown #14. North, Spilt Ink #18. You will become whatever you want to become. Even if you don’t know what that is., Glitter #24. If my friends could see me now. - Sweet Charity
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, miniature, frame, acrylic, feathers, novelty beads, beading wire, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Taz
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Taz never thought she’d be so happy when she retired. True, she missed the steady warmth of her homeland, and her Captaincy. At the same time, she had her husband, and her children, and the ice all around her was an endless source of wonder.
As much as she missed her roving adventures, that kind of life could never last forever. She was happy here, loving her husband, guarding the border, already embellishing her adventures in all the right places for when she told her children stories…
It wasn’t what she’d expected, but she didn’t regret her choice at all.