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[May 29] [Original] A Downpour Is Coming
Title: A Downpour Is Coming
Day/Theme: May 29, 2010 "From cloud to tumbling cloud"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saffron, Simcha, etc.
Rating: G
"Looks like rain over the mountains." Simcha pointed northeast to the Catalas Range. A rainbow of rain-heavy clouds in every shade of looming gray crowned the tips of the peaks.
"Is that normal this season?" Bashir followed the line of his eye. He tripped and fell to his hands and knees. A shooting pain shook his right ankle.
"Bashir!" Saselia reached out, offering him a hand. "Are you all right?"
"Uh..." He took hold and was impressed at her strength as she yanked him back onto his clumsy feet. "Thank you." He leaned first against his walking stick to regain his balance, and then gradually transferred weight equally onto his ankles. The left one withstood it. The right one gave. He used the stick to keep from falling again.
"You're in pain," Saselia realized. She was already wincing out of sympathy.
"Did you twist it in a hole?" Fado turned around to take a look while several other travelers squeezed around and between them. Saffron knelt down to take a look, although she had no special knowledge to apply toward treating this kind of mild injury.
"I don't know. Something like that." He took a cautious step, behaving gingerly in regard to his injured ankle. He could stand and he could walk, but it was not particularly pleasant and would lead directly to some slow going.
"I guess there's nothing for it now but to take it easy," Saffron concluded. She stood back up and wiped her dusty hips against her hips. The pale, ecru muslin showed the finger-shaped lines of dirt, but Saffron paid it little heed.
"Indeed," Fado agreed with her judgment. "Simcha, we're going to have to cut it short today. Bashir has done something of a number on himself."
"Imagine our luck! Five pilgrims on the road and not a one of us who can whip up a poultice!" Saffron laughed. It was the first time Bashir had heard her laugh. He saw it as an intelligent- the kind you would overhear not in a tavern or at a street performance, but on the other side of a shelf in a library. It still struck him that such an urbane woman could have been forced to spend months suffering as a slave in a country where such a thing was officially illegal.
However, even as he enjoyed Saffron's merriment, he was left with a lingering ill-feeling. Neither his mind nor his body could keep their proper footing for long. While he supported his body with his walking stick, his mind kept tumbling. The clouds over the Catalas Range were still ominous to him, no matter how he framed them.
"You can see it raining now."
From here all the rain looked like was a hundred tiny streaks. It was strange to stand under a clear sky in the summer heat and stare at faraway rain. "Will that rain make it down here?"
"Course not," Simcha shook his head. "Those clouds'll have all rained out by here. Like wringing out a sponge, Bashir."
"Oh, I see." So it was another kind of downpour that would be coming.
Day/Theme: May 29, 2010 "From cloud to tumbling cloud"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saffron, Simcha, etc.
Rating: G
"Looks like rain over the mountains." Simcha pointed northeast to the Catalas Range. A rainbow of rain-heavy clouds in every shade of looming gray crowned the tips of the peaks.
"Is that normal this season?" Bashir followed the line of his eye. He tripped and fell to his hands and knees. A shooting pain shook his right ankle.
"Bashir!" Saselia reached out, offering him a hand. "Are you all right?"
"Uh..." He took hold and was impressed at her strength as she yanked him back onto his clumsy feet. "Thank you." He leaned first against his walking stick to regain his balance, and then gradually transferred weight equally onto his ankles. The left one withstood it. The right one gave. He used the stick to keep from falling again.
"You're in pain," Saselia realized. She was already wincing out of sympathy.
"Did you twist it in a hole?" Fado turned around to take a look while several other travelers squeezed around and between them. Saffron knelt down to take a look, although she had no special knowledge to apply toward treating this kind of mild injury.
"I don't know. Something like that." He took a cautious step, behaving gingerly in regard to his injured ankle. He could stand and he could walk, but it was not particularly pleasant and would lead directly to some slow going.
"I guess there's nothing for it now but to take it easy," Saffron concluded. She stood back up and wiped her dusty hips against her hips. The pale, ecru muslin showed the finger-shaped lines of dirt, but Saffron paid it little heed.
"Indeed," Fado agreed with her judgment. "Simcha, we're going to have to cut it short today. Bashir has done something of a number on himself."
"Imagine our luck! Five pilgrims on the road and not a one of us who can whip up a poultice!" Saffron laughed. It was the first time Bashir had heard her laugh. He saw it as an intelligent- the kind you would overhear not in a tavern or at a street performance, but on the other side of a shelf in a library. It still struck him that such an urbane woman could have been forced to spend months suffering as a slave in a country where such a thing was officially illegal.
However, even as he enjoyed Saffron's merriment, he was left with a lingering ill-feeling. Neither his mind nor his body could keep their proper footing for long. While he supported his body with his walking stick, his mind kept tumbling. The clouds over the Catalas Range were still ominous to him, no matter how he framed them.
"You can see it raining now."
From here all the rain looked like was a hundred tiny streaks. It was strange to stand under a clear sky in the summer heat and stare at faraway rain. "Will that rain make it down here?"
"Course not," Simcha shook his head. "Those clouds'll have all rained out by here. Like wringing out a sponge, Bashir."
"Oh, I see." So it was another kind of downpour that would be coming.