This was fun. I did two, one for each character. It was interesting trying to capture both their very different voices within the word limit (200) I put onto myself while still using the prompts!
I think I did alright! Thanks for the idea! Â ... my word to add is.... water.
I think I did alright! Thanks for the idea! Â ... my word to add is.... water.
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Andralyn
Falling.
The twinkling yellow orbs grew more and more distant and more blurry as her eyes glazed over with her stare
She was falling.
The inky indigo of the La Noscea nightscape wrapped around her and the world’s buzz ceased to exist.
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This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her life. Fear, uncertainty, anger.She suffocated under the blanket of doom. Impending doom. At every turn it was something new. Luther. Tabart. Winters. Bennett. Grey Water. They threatened everything she had worked so hard to build. Everything her names touched. Her companions. Her livelihood.
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A log in the bonfire popped and fell against another,sending an ember floating to her arm. She jumped, the drink falling from her hand as she patted out the small shock of heat.
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“Grace!â€
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Sand kicked at her feet as the voice came to a stop in front of her with a giggle and bent at the waist, a jovial drunken grin plastered to the unfamiliar face.
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“What are you sitting around for?â€
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Her hand was jerked forward and she was pulled from her seat, her world materializing again. She smiled. She laughed. She danced.
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Never let them see you sweat.
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Falling.
The twinkling yellow orbs grew more and more distant and more blurry as her eyes glazed over with her stare
She was falling.
The inky indigo of the La Noscea nightscape wrapped around her and the world’s buzz ceased to exist.
Â
This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her life. Fear, uncertainty, anger.She suffocated under the blanket of doom. Impending doom. At every turn it was something new. Luther. Tabart. Winters. Bennett. Grey Water. They threatened everything she had worked so hard to build. Everything her names touched. Her companions. Her livelihood.
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A log in the bonfire popped and fell against another,sending an ember floating to her arm. She jumped, the drink falling from her hand as she patted out the small shock of heat.
Â
“Grace!â€
Â
Sand kicked at her feet as the voice came to a stop in front of her with a giggle and bent at the waist, a jovial drunken grin plastered to the unfamiliar face.
Â
“What are you sitting around for?â€
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Her hand was jerked forward and she was pulled from her seat, her world materializing again. She smiled. She laughed. She danced.
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Never let them see you sweat.
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DaphineShe stoked the dying fire, closing the curtain of the fireplace before returning to her chair, her feet curling underneath her. Raandal would be home soon and would insist the fire be put out. She smiled as she pulled the skein of yarn into her lap again and picked the hook from it.
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“Gods save you, Daphine. How you can be so cold in this desert is beyond me.â€
He would smile and fan himself as he bent to kiss her forehead before smothering the embers and falling in place beside her in the oversized chair.
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She smiled at the thought and found her last knot. The blanket was coming along nicely. Her mother would be proud of her handiwork. Daphine was no seamstress. Nothing like her mother whose livelihood hinged on those delicate stitches and intricate designs she was no where near talented enough to recreate.
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She lifted the small project, spreading it over her lap and began her crochet again, attaching the indigo yarn to the soot black panel already there. She was determined to finish before the cold settled over Thanalan.
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“Gods save you, Daphine. How you can be so cold in this desert is beyond me.â€
He would smile and fan himself as he bent to kiss her forehead before smothering the embers and falling in place beside her in the oversized chair.
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She smiled at the thought and found her last knot. The blanket was coming along nicely. Her mother would be proud of her handiwork. Daphine was no seamstress. Nothing like her mother whose livelihood hinged on those delicate stitches and intricate designs she was no where near talented enough to recreate.
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She lifted the small project, spreading it over her lap and began her crochet again, attaching the indigo yarn to the soot black panel already there. She was determined to finish before the cold settled over Thanalan.