Three-sentence fics
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heliopausaI managed six. :)
Prompt from wingedflight21: Narnia, anyone, water tastes sweet at the end of the world
Daughterly duty kept her there, and it was right that she stayed, and it was right that she left when she did, to take up her new wifely, queenly duties. She does not resent it, not really, not bitterly.
Nevertheless, the question nags at her, especially when she sees how lightly her shining husband esteems his great privilege: why, when she lived so close, all her life, did she never venture to find and taste those strong, sweet waters for herself?
Prompt from metonomia: Narnia, Sea-Girl, first sight
One time, there came one of those things she had heard of, a darkness gliding above her as silently as the great whales would glide. She dared then to look up, to see how they looked, these strange ones who fled the sweet enfolding waters to dwell by choice above, in parching, searing air.
Their eyes met, and an ocean-swelling rush of pure love surged in her, and in both of them, she knew, indelibly.
Prompt from rthstewart: Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader: the one he left behind
He met Pittencream again, years later, when he travelled to Calormen, sifting the whole world for any clue at all as to his vanished son. They brought him to the old, mad sailor, whose ravings they took, in Calormene style, to be the oracles of a god-touched, and the madman peered at him, sidelong, mumbling "cold, horrible... alone... alone in the dark with them silent men".
But Caspian remembered the table at the World's End, where Pittencream had been left solitary, and turned away, desolate.
Prompt from Betony: Narnia, Cor/Aravis, marriage negotiations
"It seems Ahoshta has demanded vile and brutal reparations from my father!"
Cor took the letter from her, gently, and asked "Why do we need to even think any more about negotiating with a man who has declared you are no longer his daughter?"
"Because Ahoshta is making a grab for Calavar, to ruin my father and seize the whole of my little brother's patrimony, and I will not let that happen!'
Prompt from metonomia: Narnia/The Ruin, Eustace and Jill, city of the giants
Paleontological dreams
It was two years later, when he ought to have been studying for his A-levels,that she caught him doodling, and recognised it as a rough plan of the Ruined City, with the underground passages sketched in, provisionally.
"What on earth are you doing?" she demanded.
"Ohhh... just thinking how great it'd be, to be able to go back there, and excavate!"
Prompt from with-rainfall: Any, any character/dragon, sparks
It took days, but in between scouting across the island looking for a good mast-tree,Eustace practised, over quiet pools where he couldn't possibly start a fire and do more damage. It was probably the best day of his dragonhood, when he was able to illustrate Reep's story-telling, just for him, privately, by drawing pictures in blown, swift-flying sparks.
He rather regretted losing that bit, when he was made a boy again.
Many thanks to Ruth for bringing us all so much fun and wonderful fics, and managing the whole thing, including the friendship meme, and to the prompters, whose minds range awesomely, and to the writers, who were just brilliant!! :) Truly wonderful ideas and writing. (and has also made me aware of whole new books and much else I didn't know about - the Lymond Chronicles sound appealing.)
Prompt from wingedflight21: Narnia, anyone, water tastes sweet at the end of the world
Daughterly duty kept her there, and it was right that she stayed, and it was right that she left when she did, to take up her new wifely, queenly duties. She does not resent it, not really, not bitterly.
Nevertheless, the question nags at her, especially when she sees how lightly her shining husband esteems his great privilege: why, when she lived so close, all her life, did she never venture to find and taste those strong, sweet waters for herself?
Prompt from metonomia: Narnia, Sea-Girl, first sight
One time, there came one of those things she had heard of, a darkness gliding above her as silently as the great whales would glide. She dared then to look up, to see how they looked, these strange ones who fled the sweet enfolding waters to dwell by choice above, in parching, searing air.
Their eyes met, and an ocean-swelling rush of pure love surged in her, and in both of them, she knew, indelibly.
Prompt from rthstewart: Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader: the one he left behind
He met Pittencream again, years later, when he travelled to Calormen, sifting the whole world for any clue at all as to his vanished son. They brought him to the old, mad sailor, whose ravings they took, in Calormene style, to be the oracles of a god-touched, and the madman peered at him, sidelong, mumbling "cold, horrible... alone... alone in the dark with them silent men".
But Caspian remembered the table at the World's End, where Pittencream had been left solitary, and turned away, desolate.
Prompt from Betony: Narnia, Cor/Aravis, marriage negotiations
"It seems Ahoshta has demanded vile and brutal reparations from my father!"
Cor took the letter from her, gently, and asked "Why do we need to even think any more about negotiating with a man who has declared you are no longer his daughter?"
"Because Ahoshta is making a grab for Calavar, to ruin my father and seize the whole of my little brother's patrimony, and I will not let that happen!'
Prompt from metonomia: Narnia/The Ruin, Eustace and Jill, city of the giants
Paleontological dreams
It was two years later, when he ought to have been studying for his A-levels,that she caught him doodling, and recognised it as a rough plan of the Ruined City, with the underground passages sketched in, provisionally.
"What on earth are you doing?" she demanded.
"Ohhh... just thinking how great it'd be, to be able to go back there, and excavate!"
Prompt from with-rainfall: Any, any character/dragon, sparks
It took days, but in between scouting across the island looking for a good mast-tree,Eustace practised, over quiet pools where he couldn't possibly start a fire and do more damage. It was probably the best day of his dragonhood, when he was able to illustrate Reep's story-telling, just for him, privately, by drawing pictures in blown, swift-flying sparks.
He rather regretted losing that bit, when he was made a boy again.
Many thanks to Ruth for bringing us all so much fun and wonderful fics, and managing the whole thing, including the friendship meme, and to the prompters, whose minds range awesomely, and to the writers, who were just brilliant!! :) Truly wonderful ideas and writing. (and has also made me aware of whole new books and much else I didn't know about - the Lymond Chronicles sound appealing.)
