spank that new years baby
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Ah, guess I'm a day late for the BIG UNMASKING? Oh well. HARK! TIS I who wrote
yuletide story Gerda and the Snow Queen for
ave_eva. Which is rough in places that still make me wince, but overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and glad that my recipient enjoyed. ♥
Meanwhile, because my f-list is doing it and I wanna be one of the cool kids: New Years Request Meme. Standard flavor this time. You know how this goes: name a fandom/pairing/characters and I write you a story of dubious drabble status to the best of my ability provided said request does not destroy my brain.
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Meanwhile, because my f-list is doing it and I wanna be one of the cool kids: New Years Request Meme. Standard flavor this time. You know how this goes: name a fandom/pairing/characters and I write you a story of dubious drabble status to the best of my ability provided said request does not destroy my brain.
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Date: 2007-01-05 02:11 am (UTC)“Uncle, did this really happen?”
“Yes, yes it really did. It took wing up the mountain side, and, believing it an omen for our good fortune in the spring, I followed it.”
“And you didn’t shoot it for your supper.”
“What do you take me for!”
“You’re making this up.”
“This is true. I only considered shooting it for my supper. Swallowfly is a delicacy. It is best on the coast, where they cook it with this amazing sauce that is made with--”
“Uncle.”
“Gifts from beyond our world are meant to fill a greater thing than our stomach, Prince Zuko. It invites poor, poor luck to do away with such things out of rashness or impatience. I followed it up the side of the mountain. It was not an easy climb, and many times I almost slipped. It was a slow journey, but never once did the swallowfly slip out of my sight. It was nearly dawn when I reached a ledge, one that overlooked the whole valley. I could see the smoke from the camp. The swallowfly landed, and in the first light of the rising sun I saw…”
“You saw what? An enemy encampment? A messenger bird? What?”
“The leaves of a mysterious plant, poking through the snow.”
“No.”
“Which turned out to make—“
“No.”
“--one of the rarest and tastiest teas I have ever had!”
“…Uncle, I am going to bed.”
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Date: 2007-01-05 04:17 am (UTC)