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[July 15][Original] Dinner Company
Title: Dinner Company
Day/Theme: July 15, 2009 "the way the blue sky suited her"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: PG
The clear summer sky matched her sunny temperament. She had a naturally optimistic nature and the surprise gift Bashir had bestowed upon her had only served to cheer her further. The sun was setting over Gyedar, but her mood had yet to darken. Saselia had started a small campfire on a bare patch of the dusty ground and they had toasted the sandwiches Frima had given them over it, delighting in the smell that accompanied the gradual change of the bread from white to an amber brown.
"The mushrooms in this are really excellent!" He had never fancied himself much of a mushroom-lover, but the famed isaganis had surpassed his expectations.
"They better be!" she laughed, "They probably cost as much as all the other ingredients in this dinner put together!"
He laughed too. It seemed like everything tasted better on the road. "How much longer do you think it'll take your uncle to finish selling his stuff and, uh, whatever else he said he would do?"
"Paying his piece to the local shrine? Well, he's probably just finished the first part and is on to his shrine of choice. It might be a while yet." She shook her head in feeble amusement at the foibles of her uncle.
He finished his sandwich and convinced himself it would be impolite to lick his fingers, although that still left him in the minor predicament of having to wipe them on his cloak instead. "I'm getting the impression that it's not any officially sanctioned shrine they'll be visiting."
"You guessed it," she chuckled awkwardly, "It's the only shrine that's ever gotten more than token appreciation from him- the shrine of wine."
From what he knew of Simcha, that didn't sound far-fetched. The faith didn't provide many of the benefits merchants most craved, so they usually weren't the most zealous folk around. On the other hand, they usually weren't about to make any waves either.
The firelight and the night vied for space on her pleasant face. The brightness of day suited her better, even though the dance of the flames still lit her redwood eyes. "Don't worry about Uncle Simcha any. He won't make trouble. He knows his limits."
"I figured." It wouldn't be any good for a peddler to get himself into trouble if he ever wanted to work in that town again. That Fado would be dignified went without saying.
"I'm glad that you were able to see the market. I think it's pretty neat- you know, the sort of thing everyone should see someday. I remember the first time I saw it. I was so small then. My dad was carrying me on his shoulders and I practically fell off I was so thrilled by the whole thing. I was so worn out at the end of the day. ...I've never slept so soundly in my life! And it still amazes me now. It's just, well, something I can handle."
Day/Theme: July 15, 2009 "the way the blue sky suited her"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: PG
The clear summer sky matched her sunny temperament. She had a naturally optimistic nature and the surprise gift Bashir had bestowed upon her had only served to cheer her further. The sun was setting over Gyedar, but her mood had yet to darken. Saselia had started a small campfire on a bare patch of the dusty ground and they had toasted the sandwiches Frima had given them over it, delighting in the smell that accompanied the gradual change of the bread from white to an amber brown.
"The mushrooms in this are really excellent!" He had never fancied himself much of a mushroom-lover, but the famed isaganis had surpassed his expectations.
"They better be!" she laughed, "They probably cost as much as all the other ingredients in this dinner put together!"
He laughed too. It seemed like everything tasted better on the road. "How much longer do you think it'll take your uncle to finish selling his stuff and, uh, whatever else he said he would do?"
"Paying his piece to the local shrine? Well, he's probably just finished the first part and is on to his shrine of choice. It might be a while yet." She shook her head in feeble amusement at the foibles of her uncle.
He finished his sandwich and convinced himself it would be impolite to lick his fingers, although that still left him in the minor predicament of having to wipe them on his cloak instead. "I'm getting the impression that it's not any officially sanctioned shrine they'll be visiting."
"You guessed it," she chuckled awkwardly, "It's the only shrine that's ever gotten more than token appreciation from him- the shrine of wine."
From what he knew of Simcha, that didn't sound far-fetched. The faith didn't provide many of the benefits merchants most craved, so they usually weren't the most zealous folk around. On the other hand, they usually weren't about to make any waves either.
The firelight and the night vied for space on her pleasant face. The brightness of day suited her better, even though the dance of the flames still lit her redwood eyes. "Don't worry about Uncle Simcha any. He won't make trouble. He knows his limits."
"I figured." It wouldn't be any good for a peddler to get himself into trouble if he ever wanted to work in that town again. That Fado would be dignified went without saying.
"I'm glad that you were able to see the market. I think it's pretty neat- you know, the sort of thing everyone should see someday. I remember the first time I saw it. I was so small then. My dad was carrying me on his shoulders and I practically fell off I was so thrilled by the whole thing. I was so worn out at the end of the day. ...I've never slept so soundly in my life! And it still amazes me now. It's just, well, something I can handle."