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Finding Something To Run To
Elf
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I wrote this to kunama_wolf's prompt:

"Angel universe please!
Prompt word: Blizzard.
Alternately, since that's hard to imagine in summer: tiny Dots of snow melting on cloth."


“What are you doing?”  Beliriel huddled in her cloak as she looked at the stranger.

“Digging us a snow cave,” the stranger in his ridiculous feathered cloak told her.  “A body could freeze to death if they stayed out in this.”  He was digging into the drift that was all that was left from the last snow storm.

“Where did you get the shovel from?”  Getting out of the cold sounded good to her.  She hadn’t expected a blizzard to start when she’d slipped away from all the fuss surrounding the broken axle.

“It folds up,” he said briefly.  “I believe in being prepared.”

“If you’ve got a firestarter,” she offered, “I can get some wood together before there’s too much snow cover.”

“That’s a good idea,” he said and kept digging.

She’d been standing at the crossroads trying to decide which road she should take to reach the river valley and the coastal cities beyond when he’d come along, whistling as he walked.  It had been as he’d gone to pass her that the snow had begun to drop, as heavily as if someone had tipped over a bucket.  It was late in the season for it, but not unknown for one of these storms to brew up.  Survival meant working together, although she seemed to have less to offer to their needs than he did.

By the time he’d dug them a big enough cave for them and a fire, she’d gathered a substantial pile of dead fall from under the surrounding trees.  There was too much to bring inside the cave with them, so it was pulled up to the entrance to help act as a screen along with a few hacked off pine branches.

Settled into their icy snug, the new fire between them, her storm-made companion said, “I’m Geneciah.  I thought I’d walk to Colanta to do some business I have there, and you?”  His mid-brown coloured, feathered cloak was arrayed around him and it seemed to be double-sided.  It didn’t sound like a practical idea but Geneciah looked warm.

“I’m Borneal.  I, I’m running away.”  She’d admitted it but she’d been trying to do it for so long without anyone noticing it was a relief to tell someone.  Everyone had been scolding her for ‘getting lost’ for weeks now.

“What are you running away?”  He was coaxing the fire into a reasonable warmth.

“Grandmother is sending me off to be a priestess of Fulde but I don’t want to go and I don’t think Fulde wants me.”

He looked at her sharply.  “Why do you think that?”

She hunched into her cloak, embarrassed.  “Sometimes, in a temple, I can hear…whispers from the holies, the devotional altars and objects.  I never get that with Fulde, it’s as if he doesn’t talk to me.  I told him, I told him that if he wants me to work for him, he has to talk to me.  Otherwise, if he doesn’t help me get away and find somewhere I’m needed or wanted and can be useful and happy, he’s likely to get stuck with me.  I’ve been trying to run away ever since.”  She looked around her.  “This is the most successful I’ve been – straight into a snow storm.”

Geneciah cocked an eyebrow.  “Any idea why your grandmother is so set on you serving Fulde?”  He was still carefully feeding the fire.

“She wants me out of the house and out of mind when the inheritance for the business is settled.”  Her voice was flat.  “I’m the child of my mother’s first marriage to the “unsuitable” foreigner.  Grandmother wants the business to go to the children she wanted my mother to have, the ones with the “right” father.  I don’t know why she picked Fulde.”

“I would have thought,” Geneciah said carefully, “that the clergy of Fulde would fight for your inheritance rights, he is the god of duty, after all.”

“The business’ ownership is set by a deed of agreement every few generations,” she explained.  “My mother is the last named person in the last deed, so I don’t actually have any inheritance rights to the business at this stage.”

“Ah,” it was a sound of understanding from her companion.  “So, what can you do?”

“I think I could run a small household.  I can run a shopfront.  I can cook a little but I could learn more.  I can run a set of mercantile or business books.”  She waved her hand, “But none of it well enough to please Grandmother.”

“Which is why you’re running away from home and changing your name.”  He was looking straight at her now, the fire still between them.

“Borneal is what my parents wanted to name me, what my mother still calls me.  The other one is what Grandmother and the rest of the family insisted on.”  She lifted her chin.  “So.”

“So,” Geneciah mantled his wings to the extent the small space would allow, “have you ever heard anything from the altars of Kheladare?”

“The journeys god?”  Borneal cocked her head as she thought.  “Wind in the trees or over the ocean.  At least, that was what it sounded like.”

“Have you considered,” he suggested, “that this would be the perfect spot for an inn with a side line in travelling supplies and a shrine?”

Her eye lit up.  “Seed capital?”

“I know a man, well, he’s a high priest, who has access to lots of capital for a good idea.”


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Somehow now I picture someone coming back and planting a seed that will sprout, with the help of magic, into a building big enough to carve into a suitable inn. >_>

That wasn't what I had in mind for this setting, *smiles with dimples* but it's a good idea!

Just taking "seed capital" a bit literally. ^_^

Heeh!

I was wondering just who this stranger man is (like, maybe Fulde?). And I'm still wondering...

I think Geneciah is one of Kheladare's angels. Doesn't mean that Fulde didn't speak to Kheladare, mention something in passing, whatever...

I was assuming angel, with the "feathered cloak". Wonder what his business in Colanta is ...

ETA: rereading ... did she notice when it switched over from "feathered cloak" to "mantled his wings"?


Edited at 2013-01-28 04:43 am (UTC)

I'm not sure what his business in Colanta is.

I switched to 'wings' when she realised what they were.

This setting got confusing fast.

(Anonymous)
Needs a wiki or something. What are the Gods/desses names? Who are their angels? What realms do they govern?

Re: This setting got confusing fast.

It may. I admit to making it up as I go along.

"What are you running away?"
Why, or What ... from

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