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Jan. 3rd, 2010 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polutropeSo I've been reading a lot of Faulkner lately; I am very easily influenced in my writing style; and my genre of choice is fantasy. Therefore, I wrote a thing last night, which will never be continued:
The day they came to take Aunt Railie away was bright, the sky dark blue like it gets in fall sometimes, when the mountains look like quilt pieces cut out on the sky. Two people were walking up the steep hill, puffing hard like lowlanders do when they come to our place. Seilva and me were playing outside when we saw them come, and she goes running off to tell everyone, cause lowlanders never come here. Aunt Railie comes out and gets this kind of hard look, the one she gets when we’ve done something bad. Mam’s sort of pulling at her arm, but she looks down at the two people read hard. Seilva started crying, cause she does that, when Railie looks like she does now, but Aunt Railie and mam didn’t even look at her.
The two lowlanders came up the hill finally and stood at the gate puffing and breathing funny, like they’d never seen a hill in their lives before. They were dressed fancy, in white and yellow, and they had swords. Aunt Railie went back into the house real quick. Finally they stopped breathing like a mule and asked Seilva “Is there a lady living here, not your mother?” like Reles, who went off to the city and came back talking like these two. Seilva was still crying, and I know better to say anything to strangers who come looking for you.
Just then Aunt Railie comes out of the house, and she’s holding a sword, and she doesn’t look much like Aunt Railie anymore, and I remember the day she came to us, with that sword at her side and the torn clothes.
“Lady Aurelia Kelindra,” one of the lowlanders says. Mam starts crying. “You are under arrest in the name of Her Majesty. Do yourself the favor of coming quietly.”
She looks at them like they haven’t fed the mule cause they were out playing in the snow. “I am she,” she says, and now she sounds like one of them, and not Aunt Railie at all. “And it has been fifteen years since this hand held a sword, but by my faith! I am equal to the pair of you.” She’s wearing her apron from cooking the pig still, but she looks like one of the heroes from the songs. Seilva’s wailing louder than ever, but Mam looks like she’s frozen and I can’t stop looking at the three of them, they’re the grandest thing I’ve ever seen, and I never knew there was this other person in Aunt Railie….
The day they came to take Aunt Railie away was bright, the sky dark blue like it gets in fall sometimes, when the mountains look like quilt pieces cut out on the sky. Two people were walking up the steep hill, puffing hard like lowlanders do when they come to our place. Seilva and me were playing outside when we saw them come, and she goes running off to tell everyone, cause lowlanders never come here. Aunt Railie comes out and gets this kind of hard look, the one she gets when we’ve done something bad. Mam’s sort of pulling at her arm, but she looks down at the two people read hard. Seilva started crying, cause she does that, when Railie looks like she does now, but Aunt Railie and mam didn’t even look at her.
The two lowlanders came up the hill finally and stood at the gate puffing and breathing funny, like they’d never seen a hill in their lives before. They were dressed fancy, in white and yellow, and they had swords. Aunt Railie went back into the house real quick. Finally they stopped breathing like a mule and asked Seilva “Is there a lady living here, not your mother?” like Reles, who went off to the city and came back talking like these two. Seilva was still crying, and I know better to say anything to strangers who come looking for you.
Just then Aunt Railie comes out of the house, and she’s holding a sword, and she doesn’t look much like Aunt Railie anymore, and I remember the day she came to us, with that sword at her side and the torn clothes.
“Lady Aurelia Kelindra,” one of the lowlanders says. Mam starts crying. “You are under arrest in the name of Her Majesty. Do yourself the favor of coming quietly.”
She looks at them like they haven’t fed the mule cause they were out playing in the snow. “I am she,” she says, and now she sounds like one of them, and not Aunt Railie at all. “And it has been fifteen years since this hand held a sword, but by my faith! I am equal to the pair of you.” She’s wearing her apron from cooking the pig still, but she looks like one of the heroes from the songs. Seilva’s wailing louder than ever, but Mam looks like she’s frozen and I can’t stop looking at the three of them, they’re the grandest thing I’ve ever seen, and I never knew there was this other person in Aunt Railie….
