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[January 13] [Courtney Crumrin] Precious Things
Title: Precious Things
Day/Theme: January 13/the best article in the market
Series: Courtney Crumrin
Character/Pairing: Courtney-centric gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 442
Going shopping at the Goblin Market is practically a guarantee of getting something you really don’t want and nothing you do. But Courtney knew there times for even good rules to be broken and sadly those times were happening more often now.
She could find her way down through the Twilight Kingdom more easily these days, making her way past the man who sold birds that even she found beautiful and tempting, the woman who sold magic ingredients that Courtney sometimes hoped were fake, and the person who sold the things she needed.
Ni, for the person had a name and a voice, if not an actual mouth, had to express disapproval every time.
“This is not a place for human children. Someday you will come down and never go back up.”
“It will be too late anyway by then,” Courtney replied. “Can we do business?”
Ni shrugged. “How have the last few days been?”
She told Ni and the details while he prepared a bottle filled with dark oil and some herbs that had never seen the sun.
“This should suffice, but only for now, you know.”
“I know,” she replied.
What she gave him was made of gold, and where she had found it was never discussed. Usually it was only something her mother would never miss. This time it something her uncle might never notice. Courtney had never thought she would be able to say that.
“I will be back,” she told Ni, though she wasn’t so certain anymore.
When a Night Thing garbed in green tried to grab her, calling out “Nice things for little girls,” even Courtney knew it was time to run. But she clutched the bottle carefully as she did.
Her uncle’s bedroom was dark and she could barely hear his shallow breathing.
“I brought you some medicine,” she said.
“I told you not to go to the Market again,” he said, barely lifting his head.
“I didn’t. I sent one of Butterworm's friends,” she replied.
“You need to work more on lying, Courtney,” he said, but he reached out a trembling hand for the bottle.
“Is the pain much worse today?” she asked.
“Not so much,” he said, with a half-smile. Her uncle was a much better liar.
“I’ll let you rest,” she said, moving away from the bed.
“Stay. There are so many things I have to tell you before I go.”
She was about to protest that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he couldn’t leave her alone with her parents when she wasn’t even grown up yet. But it was time to listen. She sat in the chair and closed her eyes.
Day/Theme: January 13/the best article in the market
Series: Courtney Crumrin
Character/Pairing: Courtney-centric gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 442
Going shopping at the Goblin Market is practically a guarantee of getting something you really don’t want and nothing you do. But Courtney knew there times for even good rules to be broken and sadly those times were happening more often now.
She could find her way down through the Twilight Kingdom more easily these days, making her way past the man who sold birds that even she found beautiful and tempting, the woman who sold magic ingredients that Courtney sometimes hoped were fake, and the person who sold the things she needed.
Ni, for the person had a name and a voice, if not an actual mouth, had to express disapproval every time.
“This is not a place for human children. Someday you will come down and never go back up.”
“It will be too late anyway by then,” Courtney replied. “Can we do business?”
Ni shrugged. “How have the last few days been?”
She told Ni and the details while he prepared a bottle filled with dark oil and some herbs that had never seen the sun.
“This should suffice, but only for now, you know.”
“I know,” she replied.
What she gave him was made of gold, and where she had found it was never discussed. Usually it was only something her mother would never miss. This time it something her uncle might never notice. Courtney had never thought she would be able to say that.
“I will be back,” she told Ni, though she wasn’t so certain anymore.
When a Night Thing garbed in green tried to grab her, calling out “Nice things for little girls,” even Courtney knew it was time to run. But she clutched the bottle carefully as she did.
Her uncle’s bedroom was dark and she could barely hear his shallow breathing.
“I brought you some medicine,” she said.
“I told you not to go to the Market again,” he said, barely lifting his head.
“I didn’t. I sent one of Butterworm's friends,” she replied.
“You need to work more on lying, Courtney,” he said, but he reached out a trembling hand for the bottle.
“Is the pain much worse today?” she asked.
“Not so much,” he said, with a half-smile. Her uncle was a much better liar.
“I’ll let you rest,” she said, moving away from the bed.
“Stay. There are so many things I have to tell you before I go.”
She was about to protest that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he couldn’t leave her alone with her parents when she wasn’t even grown up yet. But it was time to listen. She sat in the chair and closed her eyes.