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[April 4] [Original] Morning Breaks, Again
Title: Morning Breaks, Again
Day/Theme: April 4, 2010 "Nothing ended, nothing begun, nothing resolved"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Simcha, Saselia, Fado
Rating: G
Author's comment: I feel like that this theme matches up nicely with way too much of my writing, ha ha...
It was a calm, warm night. Bashir woke early to the sound of finches hopping through the leaves. Saselia and Simcha were frying some kind of pale, thin pancakes over a snapping, popping fire. Fado was drinking water out of a canteen. He was cleaned up compared to the night before, but he still looked rather bleary-eyed.
"Good morning." He got up and folded his blanket, then worked on re-fixing his hair. Bit by bit the braids loosened, allowing stray locks to slip out around his face and shoulders. "I didn't know you had the stuff to make pancakes on you."
"Uncle Simcha always brings this mix with us on trips. You just add water to it. It's bland on its own, but it does the job. We add other ingredients when we can."
"What's our next stop? ...Or are we just going to follow the road and see what comes up?"
"Maybe Shiron?" Saselia proposed, looking to her uncle to see how he would respond to that idea.
"Eh, Shiron or Elricca, probably. Nothing special in either," he answered around a mouthful of pancake.
"I like the shrine in Elricca," Fado piped up in contradiction of Simcha's assessment. "They have a whole library of genealogical charts there. If we stop in Elricca, I'll show you, Bashir. Maybe we can look up someone we know."
Bashir nodded abstractly and looked at Simcha to gauge his reaction. If he were reading Simcha's expression properly, they weren't about to stop in Elricca if Simcha had anything to do with it. Somehow he wasn't surprised that a shrine full of family trees wasn't Simcha's style. Fado appeared entirely unaware of this plan for their journey and placidly put out the cooking fire with a handful of dirt.
******
They were on the move again quickly enough and Bashir, the one who slept latest, had to finish his share of the flimsy pancakes on the road. They were so thin they split in half between his fingers and he lost a few small fragments in the dirt. They would have to be food for the birds.
"Are you gonna be okay with that?" Saslia asked, falling back alongside him as the soft orts receded into the distance. "If you want something else to eat, I'm sure someone here can dig you up a snack from their bag."
Bashir swallowed the last of his breakfast, finding its coolness rendered it unsatisfactory. "It's enough, Saselia. Don't worry about me. I'm full."
She turned around so she was walking more precisely at his side, instead of half sideways at an odd angle, like a crab on the beach. She glanced from the backs of Fado and Simcha, leading the way, to Bashir's solemn expression. He struck her as someone use to life's small disappointments, but still not terribly adept at dealing with them.
Day/Theme: April 4, 2010 "Nothing ended, nothing begun, nothing resolved"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Simcha, Saselia, Fado
Rating: G
Author's comment: I feel like that this theme matches up nicely with way too much of my writing, ha ha...
It was a calm, warm night. Bashir woke early to the sound of finches hopping through the leaves. Saselia and Simcha were frying some kind of pale, thin pancakes over a snapping, popping fire. Fado was drinking water out of a canteen. He was cleaned up compared to the night before, but he still looked rather bleary-eyed.
"Good morning." He got up and folded his blanket, then worked on re-fixing his hair. Bit by bit the braids loosened, allowing stray locks to slip out around his face and shoulders. "I didn't know you had the stuff to make pancakes on you."
"Uncle Simcha always brings this mix with us on trips. You just add water to it. It's bland on its own, but it does the job. We add other ingredients when we can."
"What's our next stop? ...Or are we just going to follow the road and see what comes up?"
"Maybe Shiron?" Saselia proposed, looking to her uncle to see how he would respond to that idea.
"Eh, Shiron or Elricca, probably. Nothing special in either," he answered around a mouthful of pancake.
"I like the shrine in Elricca," Fado piped up in contradiction of Simcha's assessment. "They have a whole library of genealogical charts there. If we stop in Elricca, I'll show you, Bashir. Maybe we can look up someone we know."
Bashir nodded abstractly and looked at Simcha to gauge his reaction. If he were reading Simcha's expression properly, they weren't about to stop in Elricca if Simcha had anything to do with it. Somehow he wasn't surprised that a shrine full of family trees wasn't Simcha's style. Fado appeared entirely unaware of this plan for their journey and placidly put out the cooking fire with a handful of dirt.
******
They were on the move again quickly enough and Bashir, the one who slept latest, had to finish his share of the flimsy pancakes on the road. They were so thin they split in half between his fingers and he lost a few small fragments in the dirt. They would have to be food for the birds.
"Are you gonna be okay with that?" Saslia asked, falling back alongside him as the soft orts receded into the distance. "If you want something else to eat, I'm sure someone here can dig you up a snack from their bag."
Bashir swallowed the last of his breakfast, finding its coolness rendered it unsatisfactory. "It's enough, Saselia. Don't worry about me. I'm full."
She turned around so she was walking more precisely at his side, instead of half sideways at an odd angle, like a crab on the beach. She glanced from the backs of Fado and Simcha, leading the way, to Bashir's solemn expression. He struck her as someone use to life's small disappointments, but still not terribly adept at dealing with them.