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[Oct. 19] [Original] Behind and Between the Vats of Dye
Title: Behind and Between the Vats of Dye
Day/Theme: Oct. 19, 2009 "Hide and seek among the tea flowers"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, Saselia, Simcha
Rating: G
"How...um, inconvenient." Simcha wasn't just flighty, but he could also be pretty irresponsible it seemed.
"Anyway, I guess we can all just take this opportunity to enjoy the shade and poke around a little bit." Saselia leaned forward and flicked the brim of Bashir's straw hat. "So, why don't you go peek in the dye vats or something while I go see if my friends are around.
"Uh, right."
"Let's meet up again under that tree," Fado picked out an especially picturesque laurel tree as a landmark. "I might just go there already and take a nap." He and Saselia nodded to one another and went their separate ways, Fado to lie in the clover, and Saselia into a quiet-looking shop. Bashir was left on the packed dirt of the path, given awkward glances by the locals who passed him by. No one was paying any particular attention to him other than Fado, but that by itself was enough to render him slightly uncomfortable. Did he want to make use of this opportunity to talk to Fado without the interference of the Bateses or was he going to continue to avoid the subject of their previous acquaintance?
Just making up his mind about this would take some thinking. And there was no way he'd manage that with Fado's lazy gaze wandering over to observe his idle gawking. With an exaggerated show of interest, Bashir dipped around the corner to examine some of the more elaborate fabrics, which had gone through a batik process which left a variety of white patterns on their blue surfaces- stylized waves, flying sparrows, little fish, and a cheery, speckled saraki pattern. This kind of pattern of flecks on a solid background was called "saraki" after someone from Sukaki, a mountainous country to the east of Catalonia. It reminded Bashir of the small dark splashes raindrops left after hitting fabric. Sukaki was supposed to be a very spiritual country. He didn't know much about it beyond the facts that there had been a twenty day civil war there about a decade earlier. Silesia, at least the main northern states, was much stabler than that. ...And Fado had helped see to that.
Bashir walked behind one vine-covered house and lingered in the shade of the oak trees. Two girls ran by, trailing colorful streamers on sticks behind them, but they had no interest in Bashir. "I really should talk to Fado," he thought, still wishing there were some better options available to him. He had long though he communicated better in writing than speech, but here that would be too awkward. There were no two ways about it. Fado and Bashir would have to talk.
Day/Theme: Oct. 19, 2009 "Hide and seek among the tea flowers"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Fado, Saselia, Simcha
Rating: G
"How...um, inconvenient." Simcha wasn't just flighty, but he could also be pretty irresponsible it seemed.
"Anyway, I guess we can all just take this opportunity to enjoy the shade and poke around a little bit." Saselia leaned forward and flicked the brim of Bashir's straw hat. "So, why don't you go peek in the dye vats or something while I go see if my friends are around.
"Uh, right."
"Let's meet up again under that tree," Fado picked out an especially picturesque laurel tree as a landmark. "I might just go there already and take a nap." He and Saselia nodded to one another and went their separate ways, Fado to lie in the clover, and Saselia into a quiet-looking shop. Bashir was left on the packed dirt of the path, given awkward glances by the locals who passed him by. No one was paying any particular attention to him other than Fado, but that by itself was enough to render him slightly uncomfortable. Did he want to make use of this opportunity to talk to Fado without the interference of the Bateses or was he going to continue to avoid the subject of their previous acquaintance?
Just making up his mind about this would take some thinking. And there was no way he'd manage that with Fado's lazy gaze wandering over to observe his idle gawking. With an exaggerated show of interest, Bashir dipped around the corner to examine some of the more elaborate fabrics, which had gone through a batik process which left a variety of white patterns on their blue surfaces- stylized waves, flying sparrows, little fish, and a cheery, speckled saraki pattern. This kind of pattern of flecks on a solid background was called "saraki" after someone from Sukaki, a mountainous country to the east of Catalonia. It reminded Bashir of the small dark splashes raindrops left after hitting fabric. Sukaki was supposed to be a very spiritual country. He didn't know much about it beyond the facts that there had been a twenty day civil war there about a decade earlier. Silesia, at least the main northern states, was much stabler than that. ...And Fado had helped see to that.
Bashir walked behind one vine-covered house and lingered in the shade of the oak trees. Two girls ran by, trailing colorful streamers on sticks behind them, but they had no interest in Bashir. "I really should talk to Fado," he thought, still wishing there were some better options available to him. He had long though he communicated better in writing than speech, but here that would be too awkward. There were no two ways about it. Fado and Bashir would have to talk.