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Cinnabar #17, Crane White #9, Mystic Beach Blue #11
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Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Cinnabar #17 (Hermeticism), Crane White #9 (there's a low moon caught in your tangles), Mystic Beach Blue #11 (here)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 673
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Sona take her friend to the place where she met a stranger.
Note: Sona is Edward's mother. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM. Last Cinnabar.
“This is where I saw him,” said Sona, hitching up her skirts to climb over a rock. “Right on the other side of this.” Her breath caught as she clambered to the top of the rock, but there was nothing in its shadows on the other side, not even footprints. The sea had washed everything away as if it had never been.
“Get down from there,” said Tane, hugging her arms around herself. “You look indecent. And I don’t believe you.”
“I swear!” Sona slid, as indecently as possible, back onto the sun-warmed sand. She had no idea why Tane was acting as if she was cold. It was a gorgeous, clear summer day, the beach of the narrow cove wide enough that the looming cliffs didn’t block any of the light. “He was right here.”
“You’re always lying,” Tane grumbled. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into coming all the way out here. Can’t we go back? I don’t like the damp.”
Sona curled her lip, but with her face turned away so Tane couldn’t see it. She supposed she should pity the other girl, never growing up by the sea. “He was real,” she said. She leaned against the rock and looked up at cliffs. “As handsome as they come, and no older than twenty-five. Black hair that shined silver in the moonlight, eyes as could see right through you. Made me weak in the knees, just like in the stories.”
“Shone,” said Tane irritably. “HIs hair shone, not shined.”
Sona ignored her; Tane was always doing that, correcting her like she was her better, even though both their fathers were tradesmen. Lost in the memory of two nights before, she continued her description. “Arms like a sailor, he had, and a good, broad chest. And he were nearly naked, only a bit of trousers left on him.”
“Sona!” Tane covered her mouth in shock at her friend’s blunt language. As if she hadn’t heard worse among her own brothers.
“I assumed him from a shipwreck,” said Sona, “but he said it wasn’t exactly that. Said he did come from the sea, but weren’t no boat that brought him.”
“What, did he swim all the way across the sea?” Tane said with a scoff.
Eyes half-lidded, mind far away on that moonlit night, Sona barely heard her. “He said it was all connected through the sea, this land and other lands, and more lands ain’t no one here ever saw or could ever reach by boat. He said he was from one of them. Said no boat would ever find it, you had to know how to travel the sea without one. All lands are one land, and the sea connects them, and that’s the only real truth about the world.”
“You’re talking pig dung,” said Tane, apparently forgetting to keep up the appearance of decency. “That sounds right mad, that does. Probably just a vagrant, telling stories to a girl. I hope you didn’t let him take advantage.”
“Of course not,” Sona lied.
“So you made me come all the way out here to tell me a mad story,” said Tane with a sniff. “We could have done that at your house.”
“I like it here,” said Sona, crossing her arms. “Besides, he said he would come back for me, teach me how to travel the sea like him. So I’m going to keep coming back until I see him again.”
“You’re a fool, Sona,” said Tane. “He’s never coming back. He’s either a vagrant or a scoundrel. Either way, he’s no good and you shouldn’t be trying to see him again.” She shivered.
“Go back to the village if you hate it here so much,” Sona snapped. “I was going to ask him to teach you, too, but you’re too much a cow brain.”
Tane started up the beach without argument, but stopped and looked back, just once. “Come with me, Sona, please.”
“No,” said Sona. She leaned her head against the cool stone and waited.
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Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Cinnabar #17 (Hermeticism), Crane White #9 (there's a low moon caught in your tangles), Mystic Beach Blue #11 (here)
Styles/Supplies: Canvas, Seed Beads, Graffiti (Skindiving)
Word Count: 673
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Sona take her friend to the place where she met a stranger.
Note: Sona is Edward's mother. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM. Last Cinnabar.
“This is where I saw him,” said Sona, hitching up her skirts to climb over a rock. “Right on the other side of this.” Her breath caught as she clambered to the top of the rock, but there was nothing in its shadows on the other side, not even footprints. The sea had washed everything away as if it had never been.
“Get down from there,” said Tane, hugging her arms around herself. “You look indecent. And I don’t believe you.”
“I swear!” Sona slid, as indecently as possible, back onto the sun-warmed sand. She had no idea why Tane was acting as if she was cold. It was a gorgeous, clear summer day, the beach of the narrow cove wide enough that the looming cliffs didn’t block any of the light. “He was right here.”
“You’re always lying,” Tane grumbled. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into coming all the way out here. Can’t we go back? I don’t like the damp.”
Sona curled her lip, but with her face turned away so Tane couldn’t see it. She supposed she should pity the other girl, never growing up by the sea. “He was real,” she said. She leaned against the rock and looked up at cliffs. “As handsome as they come, and no older than twenty-five. Black hair that shined silver in the moonlight, eyes as could see right through you. Made me weak in the knees, just like in the stories.”
“Shone,” said Tane irritably. “HIs hair shone, not shined.”
Sona ignored her; Tane was always doing that, correcting her like she was her better, even though both their fathers were tradesmen. Lost in the memory of two nights before, she continued her description. “Arms like a sailor, he had, and a good, broad chest. And he were nearly naked, only a bit of trousers left on him.”
“Sona!” Tane covered her mouth in shock at her friend’s blunt language. As if she hadn’t heard worse among her own brothers.
“I assumed him from a shipwreck,” said Sona, “but he said it wasn’t exactly that. Said he did come from the sea, but weren’t no boat that brought him.”
“What, did he swim all the way across the sea?” Tane said with a scoff.
Eyes half-lidded, mind far away on that moonlit night, Sona barely heard her. “He said it was all connected through the sea, this land and other lands, and more lands ain’t no one here ever saw or could ever reach by boat. He said he was from one of them. Said no boat would ever find it, you had to know how to travel the sea without one. All lands are one land, and the sea connects them, and that’s the only real truth about the world.”
“You’re talking pig dung,” said Tane, apparently forgetting to keep up the appearance of decency. “That sounds right mad, that does. Probably just a vagrant, telling stories to a girl. I hope you didn’t let him take advantage.”
“Of course not,” Sona lied.
“So you made me come all the way out here to tell me a mad story,” said Tane with a sniff. “We could have done that at your house.”
“I like it here,” said Sona, crossing her arms. “Besides, he said he would come back for me, teach me how to travel the sea like him. So I’m going to keep coming back until I see him again.”
“You’re a fool, Sona,” said Tane. “He’s never coming back. He’s either a vagrant or a scoundrel. Either way, he’s no good and you shouldn’t be trying to see him again.” She shivered.
“Go back to the village if you hate it here so much,” Sona snapped. “I was going to ask him to teach you, too, but you’re too much a cow brain.”
Tane started up the beach without argument, but stopped and looked back, just once. “Come with me, Sona, please.”
“No,” said Sona. She leaned her head against the cool stone and waited.
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