Rosiphelee's Garden

I thought it might be rather helpful to have a masterlist giving some indication of where and when everything fits, especially as my WIPs are going up here, but individual pieces are still gathered on Elfwood. I've taken 2009 (the year of Tiger's birth) as Year 0, as more than one universe is involved, and date conversion makes my brain hurt. So, just for reference:

( Chronicles of the Light )

Phew.

Imagine, for a moment, that it is 1993. Our scene is the centre of Reading, a large town in the Thames Valley. The town centre has been partially pedestrianised, but redevelopment has not yet started in earnest. The shops along the central road, Broad Street, are all chain shops - shoes, clothes, two branches of Boots the Chemist, a WHSmith. Just off Broad Street, things are tattier, awaiting the start of work on the new shopping centre which finally opened in 1999. It is mid-afternoon, not yet three, and the first wave of school children are making their way back to the bus stops and the station. This first wave is all female, from the local grammar school which has a compressed timetable and so finishes early. They're trailing into town, some straight along the road to head up to the station, others peeling off to take a shortcut over the canal and up the sidestreets towards their bus stops. They stop at shops along the way to buy sweets and magazines. A few of the older girls are digging cigarettes out of their bags, planning to hang around and wait for the boys' school to finish.

In amongst this crowd are two very earnest twelve year girls. Their rucksacks are stuffed with books and homework, heavy enough that they have both shoulder straps on, rather than carrying them casually over one shoulder. One of these girls is very neat, the other scruffy, but both have skirts which fall down past their knees (a terrible fashion faux pas - normal girls asked their mums to take their hems up as many inches as they could get away with).

( There is a point in here, I promise )

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Final part, so you're safe from spam for a while ;)

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown (4/4)
Words: 4471

( Do not fear for me, featherling. If I should meet my death, it should be upon the wing, carried on the glory of the wind. It is nothing more than flying free at last. )

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

And the second part. In which Nimbus proves an excellent fishmonger, the bombardment starts again, and we hear of the fates of the Saisorhi of Isola...

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown
Words: 4973
Warnings: Again, alcohol abuse, anguish

( Across the dying fire Nimbus sat shaking. His arms were locked around his legs and his wings were quivering, every feather shivering. )

Title: Calculations
Words: 3144
Challenge: The revisionist challenge!
Notes: Done! Total length 15673 words! Haven't managed anything that long for a while :)

Part One Part Two Part Three

( They had to duck under the flags to climb onto the stage, and when the wind blew the ends of the banners flicked out to smack their backs and shoulders )

Title: Calculations
Words: 4418
Challenge: The revisionist challenge!
Notes: And it keeps on growing. Most of the original cast have decided to come and play. More ex-Mary Sues to come in part three...

Part One

( There was no fear in his face, but she was sure they schooled them in stoicism at the academies. )

( Rec: Gunnerkrigg Court )

( Regret )

( Challenge: 25 Expressions )

Happy Saturday ^_^

Yes! I wrote something! It is admittedly a wee bit cheesy and has silly names in it, but that's because it was done for a practice reading exam for my Year Nines (who won't appreciate it). It also had to fit onto a side of A4 *eye-roll* I've also done a newspaper report and a page from a history textbook on the same events, but they'd take too long to htmlise. I thought it might entertain you guys, in all its silliness.

( The Bloody Masque )

Happy Almost-Tuesday, all ^_^ How're you all? Did everyone who needed to remember that the clocks changed?

And more ^_^ Look what happens when I'm bored at work. I'm just beginning to get my feel for these characters back. Expect more, especially as this is Arcadian weather. For information, the little conversation between them in the middle is based on their knowledge that you can't kill a ringed Lord - they just get up again after a few minutes (unringed, it's more complicated).

Title: The Music Room
Words: 2173 (*blinks* Wow. Didn't feel that much when I was writing)
Prompt: Music box
Summary: The Lords of Fire, before the Lords fall. About as sweet and fluffy as Arcady pieces get.

( They had been taught the waltz, amongst the mass of arcane knowledge their tutors deemed essential )


Happy Tuesday ^_^

And more. I started this one before I wrote Return with no idea what was going on, but a vague feeling it might be part of something bigger. Return then used the same themes and kind of invalidated this a little. It only took a sentence to finish, thouhg, and it works in its own right, so I thought I'd share.

Title: Puppetry
Words: 942
Prompt: west
Summary: Someone's playing games. Late League era - c. 15000 AD

( The city lay below her. )