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[February 1] [Original] Mystic mists and dry ice
Title: Mystic mists and dry ice
Day/Theme: February 1 / A beastly proposal
Series: Orignal - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Sean, Ebony
Rating: G
Word Count: 610
Day/Theme: February 1 / A beastly proposal
Series: Orignal - Halcyon’s Mandate
Character/Pairing: Sean, Ebony
Rating: G
Word Count: 610
Though not quite yet labeled as a rebel, Ebony Drynwyn at nine years old had already gained a notoriety for being found in places she wasn’t expected to be in. There was this particular incidence that involved her brother and his embarkment into a highly secretive pilgrimage—or so Ebony thought it was when she overheard him request leave from their grandfather, the king. Audric said, in his usual solemn way that sometimes bordered on irritatingly grandiose, that he was going to seek that holy transcendence, that altar which the Halcyon had mandated his heart’s worship. It was very flowery and emotional speech.
When he arrived at his destination (as did she, though he wasn’t suppose to know about there being a “they.” at that point), Ebony finally understood what he was referring to—or rather, to whom. She also found out how exactingly detailed a schemer her brother was capable of being, as well as how much she never again wish to encounter the closet romantic in him.
Ebony was never able to figure out how Audric did it, but Andromache Gan managed to end up separated from the rest of the fishing crew one night. Adrift and lost, she didn’t vanish into the deeper into the sea. Her coracle flowed against the current, miraculously gliding back into the intricate weavings of a delta, up a steady-backed river, and impossibly into a placid little pond. There were fireflies and weeping willows and moss-grizzled rock formations. There was a cool mystical mist that hung about the tiny boat and the diminutive girl, who could have sworn the dancing luminescent insects were actually fairies. Andromache nearly toppled of her coracle when it lightly bumped against an unseen figure.
Lo, and there the serious-faced boy came face to face with the ordinary-faced girl, and they began to dance the dance of legends, the dance that went with the song that was only meant to be sung for their ears’ pleasure.
Ebony felt like a landed fish. Not only that, she looked like a landed fish. Her shock aside that her usually stoic sixteen-year-old brother had navigated to this remote island by stars and constellation because he was seriously crushing on the Alandeja, Ebony actually was, at that point, a landed fish.
That was how she managed to stalk Audric all the way to the island of Miranda: she had turned herself into the colorful peasant fish once Audric separated from the ship that brought him to the archipelago of Uslad, a long way from home. The surprise—and sheer disturbance, she claimed—caused by the dramatic reunion of the two teenagers had caused the fish-Ebony to leap blindly into their unmistakably waterless boat.
Needless to say, the entire experience left quite an impression on young Ebony’s mind.
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Five years later, this was the scenario Ebony had in mind when she started conceptualizing the theme for the prom that school year. The mystic mist was just dry ice in the unmagicked human world, and the fairies’ light show was replaced by the illusions of modern theater lighting. She could actually hear the music this time around, as well, as they reverberated from rented speakers, camouflaged by paper mache trees and what-nots.
Again, during that prom night, Ebony felt and, with bulging eyes and slack jaws, looked like a landed fish. This time it was in response to the unthinkable question that was represented by the hand the incorrigible, unbearable, and utterly despicable to-the-enth-degree Sean Savara had lazily and seriously extended to her:
Shall we dance?
Ebony Drynwyn’s answer was obviously a horrified, disbelieving, “NO!”
(After all, Audric and Andromache were set to marry next month, weren’t they?)
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When he arrived at his destination (as did she, though he wasn’t suppose to know about there being a “they.” at that point), Ebony finally understood what he was referring to—or rather, to whom. She also found out how exactingly detailed a schemer her brother was capable of being, as well as how much she never again wish to encounter the closet romantic in him.
Ebony was never able to figure out how Audric did it, but Andromache Gan managed to end up separated from the rest of the fishing crew one night. Adrift and lost, she didn’t vanish into the deeper into the sea. Her coracle flowed against the current, miraculously gliding back into the intricate weavings of a delta, up a steady-backed river, and impossibly into a placid little pond. There were fireflies and weeping willows and moss-grizzled rock formations. There was a cool mystical mist that hung about the tiny boat and the diminutive girl, who could have sworn the dancing luminescent insects were actually fairies. Andromache nearly toppled of her coracle when it lightly bumped against an unseen figure.
Lo, and there the serious-faced boy came face to face with the ordinary-faced girl, and they began to dance the dance of legends, the dance that went with the song that was only meant to be sung for their ears’ pleasure.
Ebony felt like a landed fish. Not only that, she looked like a landed fish. Her shock aside that her usually stoic sixteen-year-old brother had navigated to this remote island by stars and constellation because he was seriously crushing on the Alandeja, Ebony actually was, at that point, a landed fish.
That was how she managed to stalk Audric all the way to the island of Miranda: she had turned herself into the colorful peasant fish once Audric separated from the ship that brought him to the archipelago of Uslad, a long way from home. The surprise—and sheer disturbance, she claimed—caused by the dramatic reunion of the two teenagers had caused the fish-Ebony to leap blindly into their unmistakably waterless boat.
Needless to say, the entire experience left quite an impression on young Ebony’s mind.
---
Five years later, this was the scenario Ebony had in mind when she started conceptualizing the theme for the prom that school year. The mystic mist was just dry ice in the unmagicked human world, and the fairies’ light show was replaced by the illusions of modern theater lighting. She could actually hear the music this time around, as well, as they reverberated from rented speakers, camouflaged by paper mache trees and what-nots.
Again, during that prom night, Ebony felt and, with bulging eyes and slack jaws, looked like a landed fish. This time it was in response to the unthinkable question that was represented by the hand the incorrigible, unbearable, and utterly despicable to-the-enth-degree Sean Savara had lazily and seriously extended to her:
Shall we dance?
Ebony Drynwyn’s answer was obviously a horrified, disbelieving, “NO!”
(After all, Audric and Andromache were set to marry next month, weren’t they?)
00:32 020207