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[Dec. 31] [Original] Rooftop Connection
Title: Rooftop Connection
Day/Theme: Dec. 31, 2009 "if i can't see the sun, maybe i should go"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir & Frima
Rating: G
"So Mr. Terser knows about it."
"When people ask about the "nev" on the back door, he lies and says he thought it was "fri" to stand for my name." She smiled, a melodic laugh hanging around her embroidered edges. The difference between the letters would seem plain enough to any native Silesian, but to an immigrant who used a different alphabet, "fri" and "nev" could seem unspecific in their visual similarity (but while "nev" meant "secret," "fri" meant "bud").
Bashir found himself a little in awe of her. Frima was fresh and beautiful, but also sleek and sly. He only just managed to keep the whimsical thought, "I wish my mother was more like you," from slipping through his lips. She probably wouldn't appreciate this sentiment. "I will keep an eye open for K'bal. And slave trading. But even if I see them, I don't know what I'll do."
"Hmm...well, as a noncombatant- Teleri may want to change that someday- you shouldn't engage K'bal, but I'll write down the association address and if you see him, send a letter back to me about it. For slavers, do as you see fit, but keep to the path of justice and remember you can rely on the power of the visual impact of the letter 'nev.'"
Now Bashir found himself wishing that rather than Teleri he could have Frima as his subordinate and boss. A night breeze passed over the roof, blowing her wavy black hair and flowing head covering. The white tails of his hat flapped reassuringly against his back. They were familiar where the straw hat had been strange. He didn't regret the exchange, but he did wonder if Saselia meant to keep the other hat for herself. She had taken it off after receiving the dragonfly hairpin because she wanted her new trinket to be visible to the shining sun and the eyes of everyone who wanted passed her by. "It's getting pretty dark," Bashir observed lamely. He was concerned that he might not be able to handle the ladder if visibility dropped any further. He kept remembering the witch-merchant's comment regarding his ankles and was watching his every step more carefully than usual. How long would he have to stay on his guard before the potential danger had passed? He didn't have experience with oracles.
"Of course. You'll be wanting to wash off probably and get some rest. I told Fado and Simcha that the three of you could stay in the dormitory with our hired men. I'm letting Saselia use my private guest room. A girl can use some privacy from time to time." Frima was already back in her role of good hostess. She was an apt walker of the tightrope of a busy life.
Day/Theme: Dec. 31, 2009 "if i can't see the sun, maybe i should go"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir & Frima
Rating: G
"So Mr. Terser knows about it."
"When people ask about the "nev" on the back door, he lies and says he thought it was "fri" to stand for my name." She smiled, a melodic laugh hanging around her embroidered edges. The difference between the letters would seem plain enough to any native Silesian, but to an immigrant who used a different alphabet, "fri" and "nev" could seem unspecific in their visual similarity (but while "nev" meant "secret," "fri" meant "bud").
Bashir found himself a little in awe of her. Frima was fresh and beautiful, but also sleek and sly. He only just managed to keep the whimsical thought, "I wish my mother was more like you," from slipping through his lips. She probably wouldn't appreciate this sentiment. "I will keep an eye open for K'bal. And slave trading. But even if I see them, I don't know what I'll do."
"Hmm...well, as a noncombatant- Teleri may want to change that someday- you shouldn't engage K'bal, but I'll write down the association address and if you see him, send a letter back to me about it. For slavers, do as you see fit, but keep to the path of justice and remember you can rely on the power of the visual impact of the letter 'nev.'"
Now Bashir found himself wishing that rather than Teleri he could have Frima as his subordinate and boss. A night breeze passed over the roof, blowing her wavy black hair and flowing head covering. The white tails of his hat flapped reassuringly against his back. They were familiar where the straw hat had been strange. He didn't regret the exchange, but he did wonder if Saselia meant to keep the other hat for herself. She had taken it off after receiving the dragonfly hairpin because she wanted her new trinket to be visible to the shining sun and the eyes of everyone who wanted passed her by. "It's getting pretty dark," Bashir observed lamely. He was concerned that he might not be able to handle the ladder if visibility dropped any further. He kept remembering the witch-merchant's comment regarding his ankles and was watching his every step more carefully than usual. How long would he have to stay on his guard before the potential danger had passed? He didn't have experience with oracles.
"Of course. You'll be wanting to wash off probably and get some rest. I told Fado and Simcha that the three of you could stay in the dormitory with our hired men. I'm letting Saselia use my private guest room. A girl can use some privacy from time to time." Frima was already back in her role of good hostess. She was an apt walker of the tightrope of a busy life.