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[July 23] [Original] Sugar and Festivities
Title: Sugar and Festivities
Day/Theme: July 23, 2009 "she is the breath in your lungs"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia
Rating: G
There didn't appear to be anything out of order in Alzhantan. Bashir was relieved. He'd have at least one good thing to report to Teleri the next time he suddenly sent some agent to yank him out of the streets into some dark branch office of the warren. The Restfeast festivities were really quite nice, in his opinion. The white and yellow flowers decking the town gave the old red stone buildings a fresh look. No matter which way they turned, it seemed as if he could catch the sound of music or the smell of sugar.
Saselia was unable to resist the lure of freshly glazed pastries shimmering with diamonds of drizzled sugar or yellow and white festival coronets of silk daffodils and long fluttering ribbons. Decked out in such festive finery she looked more like a native than a traveler passing through. To walk the streets with her felt more like being in the company of a princess than an itinerant palm reader. Usually Saselia passed through the streets of towns they entered without a second glance, but here she drew long, admiring stares. Bashir wasn't sure he could say exactly why she did, but it made him feel proud to be with her.
They passed under streamers hanging so low around the local shrine that they slid smoothly over his the top of his hat. "Are you sure you don't want to eat one of these?" Saselia asked, offering a sticky piece of pastry.
Seeing as things looked normal here he was feeling more at ease than he had the previous day, so he took her up on her offer. The local treat was as sweet as it looked, dripping sugary glaze onto his fingers. He was sick of holding back his small desires. And this was a festival day after all, so he indulged himself by licking his fingers after he finished. He wanted to enjoy this delicacy down to the last crumb. It seemed that things were getting better and better. Saselia didn't say anything about his less than courtly manners (maybe he was the only one around here who really cared about that sort of thing).
"I'm having such a good time," he told her, even though she already knew from his wide smile and his uninhibited behavior.
"Ha ha ha," she laughed, "Then maybe we can go dance. ...Or is that too much for you?"
Caught between two opposing reactions, to bravely agree as she wished he would, or to cringe from something he knew very little of, he let her fond smile be the wind within his sails. Things had been going well in Alzhantan so far. He might make a fool of himself, but what could possibly go wrong that really mattered? "I'll try my best," he volunteered.
Day/Theme: July 23, 2009 "she is the breath in your lungs"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia
Rating: G
There didn't appear to be anything out of order in Alzhantan. Bashir was relieved. He'd have at least one good thing to report to Teleri the next time he suddenly sent some agent to yank him out of the streets into some dark branch office of the warren. The Restfeast festivities were really quite nice, in his opinion. The white and yellow flowers decking the town gave the old red stone buildings a fresh look. No matter which way they turned, it seemed as if he could catch the sound of music or the smell of sugar.
Saselia was unable to resist the lure of freshly glazed pastries shimmering with diamonds of drizzled sugar or yellow and white festival coronets of silk daffodils and long fluttering ribbons. Decked out in such festive finery she looked more like a native than a traveler passing through. To walk the streets with her felt more like being in the company of a princess than an itinerant palm reader. Usually Saselia passed through the streets of towns they entered without a second glance, but here she drew long, admiring stares. Bashir wasn't sure he could say exactly why she did, but it made him feel proud to be with her.
They passed under streamers hanging so low around the local shrine that they slid smoothly over his the top of his hat. "Are you sure you don't want to eat one of these?" Saselia asked, offering a sticky piece of pastry.
Seeing as things looked normal here he was feeling more at ease than he had the previous day, so he took her up on her offer. The local treat was as sweet as it looked, dripping sugary glaze onto his fingers. He was sick of holding back his small desires. And this was a festival day after all, so he indulged himself by licking his fingers after he finished. He wanted to enjoy this delicacy down to the last crumb. It seemed that things were getting better and better. Saselia didn't say anything about his less than courtly manners (maybe he was the only one around here who really cared about that sort of thing).
"I'm having such a good time," he told her, even though she already knew from his wide smile and his uninhibited behavior.
"Ha ha ha," she laughed, "Then maybe we can go dance. ...Or is that too much for you?"
Caught between two opposing reactions, to bravely agree as she wished he would, or to cringe from something he knew very little of, he let her fond smile be the wind within his sails. Things had been going well in Alzhantan so far. He might make a fool of himself, but what could possibly go wrong that really mattered? "I'll try my best," he volunteered.