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Title: Thaw
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Conall
Prompt: 062 “Spring”
Word Count: 101
Rating: G
Notes: Conall’s a werewolf—a lot of his perception is tied to smells.
The air this morning tasted nearly the way his father’s favourite flavoured green tea smelled, sharp and sweet and a little fruity. New-brewed, even, the sharpness of just-used leaves muffling the softened bits of fruit and flowers.
The sky was bluer than normal behind the low-hanging foggy clouds, the white light of sunrise a litter golder than yesterday’s had been.
He drew in another deep breath, tongue unconsciously curled slightly inside his mouth, and smiled, slowly.
Then went back inside to warn everyone to stop using the river-roads, they’d soon not hold a man’s weight, let alone a sledge or horses.
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Title: While green was gold
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Conall
Prompt: 014 “Green”
Word Count: 115
Rating: G
He’d always wondered a little why people called that sort of tea ‘green’. It brewed gold, and tasted that way, too, while green was a cooler colour, better kin to moss and seawater than gold’s smoothness and faint hint of copper-metal. And while the leaves were green before they were brewed, they didn’t smell green. Dust and dryness and dead-dying grass, green’s wet promise fading to straw’s crisp dropped-pine-needles crackle.
Most people didn’t brew their ‘black’ tea long enough or strong enough for it to actually smell black, either, but ‘green’ tea had always struck him as more of a lie. At least black tea had whispered promises of itself in its smell, while green was gold.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Conall
Prompt: 062 “Spring”
Word Count: 101
Rating: G
Notes: Conall’s a werewolf—a lot of his perception is tied to smells.
The air this morning tasted nearly the way his father’s favourite flavoured green tea smelled, sharp and sweet and a little fruity. New-brewed, even, the sharpness of just-used leaves muffling the softened bits of fruit and flowers.
The sky was bluer than normal behind the low-hanging foggy clouds, the white light of sunrise a litter golder than yesterday’s had been.
He drew in another deep breath, tongue unconsciously curled slightly inside his mouth, and smiled, slowly.
Then went back inside to warn everyone to stop using the river-roads, they’d soon not hold a man’s weight, let alone a sledge or horses.
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Title: While green was gold
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses, Conall
Prompt: 014 “Green”
Word Count: 115
Rating: G
He’d always wondered a little why people called that sort of tea ‘green’. It brewed gold, and tasted that way, too, while green was a cooler colour, better kin to moss and seawater than gold’s smoothness and faint hint of copper-metal. And while the leaves were green before they were brewed, they didn’t smell green. Dust and dryness and dead-dying grass, green’s wet promise fading to straw’s crisp dropped-pine-needles crackle.
Most people didn’t brew their ‘black’ tea long enough or strong enough for it to actually smell black, either, but ‘green’ tea had always struck him as more of a lie. At least black tea had whispered promises of itself in its smell, while green was gold.
