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intheheartAuthor: Kat
Title: Check-In
Story: In the Heart - Magic AU
Colors: Blue caravan 2 (He knows every loophole, the art of fine print), first light 5 (Nautilus), color party 12 (Eau de Nil)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (sprinting), frame, seed beads (Pia Warmind), eraser, stain (To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe. - Jean-Paul Sartre), modeling clay ("It was still good to know," six-word Saturday),
Word Count: 249
Rating: PG
Summary: Pia spies on her mother, the spy.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last Blue Caravan! Now on to Olympic Gold. Also, Pia is Lars's sister's daughter.
The little water sprite bubbled up in her teacup. Pia set it down, carefully, and stroked a finger over its back. "What do you have for me?" she asked.
"Russia," the sprite said, arching up under her caress. It settled back into the teacup and its vaguely squid-like appearance almost immediately, as if embarrassed to be caught. "She is in Russia."
"And?" She tickled a tentacle. It curled around her fingertip. "Is she well?"
The sprite clucked, an odd sound to make from a creature with no tongue. "Yes. Of course. She is good."
Pia sighed, and let the sprite tangle the rest of her fingers in its tentacle. "I know," she said, quietly, more to herself than to it. "I know she's good."
The sprite clucked again, then untangled itself. "If there is no more?"
"Nothing," she said, and waved at the teacup. "All yours."
It chirruped with happiness and settled back into the liquid. Pia propped a hand on her chin, staring straight ahead.
So Mother was well. She knew it, of course; Mother was, as the sprite had said, very good at her job. Mother's own little air sprites, butterflies and birds, were clever and cunning, and she knew what she was doing. She would never be caught. Had she not spirited Pia herself away from her vengeful father, and kept her safe all her twenty-three years of life?
Mother had, of course. Pia knew that Mother was safe.
It was still good to know.
Title: Check-In
Story: In the Heart - Magic AU
Colors: Blue caravan 2 (He knows every loophole, the art of fine print), first light 5 (Nautilus), color party 12 (Eau de Nil)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (sprinting), frame, seed beads (Pia Warmind), eraser, stain (To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe. - Jean-Paul Sartre), modeling clay ("It was still good to know," six-word Saturday),
Word Count: 249
Rating: PG
Summary: Pia spies on her mother, the spy.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last Blue Caravan! Now on to Olympic Gold. Also, Pia is Lars's sister's daughter.
The little water sprite bubbled up in her teacup. Pia set it down, carefully, and stroked a finger over its back. "What do you have for me?" she asked.
"Russia," the sprite said, arching up under her caress. It settled back into the teacup and its vaguely squid-like appearance almost immediately, as if embarrassed to be caught. "She is in Russia."
"And?" She tickled a tentacle. It curled around her fingertip. "Is she well?"
The sprite clucked, an odd sound to make from a creature with no tongue. "Yes. Of course. She is good."
Pia sighed, and let the sprite tangle the rest of her fingers in its tentacle. "I know," she said, quietly, more to herself than to it. "I know she's good."
The sprite clucked again, then untangled itself. "If there is no more?"
"Nothing," she said, and waved at the teacup. "All yours."
It chirruped with happiness and settled back into the liquid. Pia propped a hand on her chin, staring straight ahead.
So Mother was well. She knew it, of course; Mother was, as the sprite had said, very good at her job. Mother's own little air sprites, butterflies and birds, were clever and cunning, and she knew what she was doing. She would never be caught. Had she not spirited Pia herself away from her vengeful father, and kept her safe all her twenty-three years of life?
Mother had, of course. Pia knew that Mother was safe.
It was still good to know.
