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Title: so rises light
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Hernén, Belladonna
Prompt: 031 "Sunrise"
Word Count: 200
Rating: all ages
Notes: follows this, and concludes the sequence. Still Hernén's first winter in the proto-Trickwood.
No one got very much sleep that night. The humans kept close to their fires, curled up in the lee of each other's bodies in shifts, and always fetching more wood in groups, hands on belts and worn stocks tensing in tune with the omnipresent howling. The wolves kept out of sight of the fires, but the singing never faltered in intensity or choir.
It shifted, eventually, as the sky lightened to steely white, clouds still thick with fine-particled snow, fading eventually to one still-sweet lupine soprano that sank into silence as the sun peeked over the trees and blinded everyone awake enough to see the light on the snow.
The wolves trickled back into view, some shifting as they hit open ground to raise their faces half-blindly to the light, others only going to curl, half-hesitantly, near fires.
Belladonna herself emerged on four feet, flopping down on the fire side of the log Hernén was still sitting on, and half the humans snuck looks at him to see how he reacted to a member of the group who'd kept them all awake.
He met their eyes calmly, weirdly aware of every set on him, and built his fire slightly higher.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Hernén, Belladonna
Prompt: 031 "Sunrise"
Word Count: 200
Rating: all ages
Notes: follows this, and concludes the sequence. Still Hernén's first winter in the proto-Trickwood.
No one got very much sleep that night. The humans kept close to their fires, curled up in the lee of each other's bodies in shifts, and always fetching more wood in groups, hands on belts and worn stocks tensing in tune with the omnipresent howling. The wolves kept out of sight of the fires, but the singing never faltered in intensity or choir.
It shifted, eventually, as the sky lightened to steely white, clouds still thick with fine-particled snow, fading eventually to one still-sweet lupine soprano that sank into silence as the sun peeked over the trees and blinded everyone awake enough to see the light on the snow.
The wolves trickled back into view, some shifting as they hit open ground to raise their faces half-blindly to the light, others only going to curl, half-hesitantly, near fires.
Belladonna herself emerged on four feet, flopping down on the fire side of the log Hernén was still sitting on, and half the humans snuck looks at him to see how he reacted to a member of the group who'd kept them all awake.
He met their eyes calmly, weirdly aware of every set on him, and built his fire slightly higher.
