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non-smut: elf children
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 04:02 am (UTC)(link)ANYHOW what I would like to see in this fill:
- Altmer, Bosmer, and Dunmer are fine--bonus points if you can work in all three
- Loving and doting parent elves. Feel free to transform almost any elven NPCs into parents or grandparents or other relatives, my one exception is please no Thalmor parents (I love Ancano but let's face it that man should not be allowed around children)
- the bitty elves are the cutest things ever. I picture elf children as having ears too big for their heads, that they don't grow into until adolescence, so if that detail could be included I would love it.
please?
Re: non-smut: elf children
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 05:23 am (UTC)(link)Re: non-smut: elf children
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)http://isriana.deviantart.com/art/Age-Meme-Laraniel-349315112
Re: non-smut: elf children
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)OP!
(Anonymous) 2013-03-05 12:03 am (UTC)(link)Beneath the Summerset 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)-----
Ten-year-old Norindil pulled the hand of his toddling sister down the stairs of the cellar, Selshina's fluffy blanket dragging behind them. He swiftly hid them both behind a large wooden crate and shushed urgently at her. "Now quiet." He stood in front of Selshina and stole a careful peek around the corner, eyeing the stairs with apprehension.
But Selshina saw a blossoming bruise splattered across her older brother's forehead and raised a tiny hand from her fluffy blanket. "Angua," she burped, "angua."
Norindil turned around in horror to see his infant sister's hand glowing with a child's imitation of a healing spell; too weak to be used effectively, but powerful enough to be a shining yellow beacon in the dark of the cellar. "Don't do that!" he whispered fiercely, desperately trying to bury the glow back within the debts of her blanket. "Stop! He'll find us!"
But Selshina wasn't about to let her brother wander around with an ugly bruise on his head and continued in her aid. She "ahh-ed" several times for the effort of trying to heal her brother's injury, her little voice echoing around the cellar. Norindil turned in horror to spot a silhouette growing at the doorway of the cellar, the shadow slowly extending down the stairs to their hiding spot.
"I heard something in here!" a voice called.
In a final act of desperation, Norindil took his sister's blanket and unceremoniously draped it over her head, engulfing her from view. Selshina poked pitifully from the inside of the blanket, her oversized ears two points on the top of the bundle of tiny Altmer. Norindil turned back to eye the stairs, only to come face to face with the unimpressed face of their father.
"Nice try." Halenor straightened up and leaned on the wooden crate his two naughty children cowered behind. "Go clean up the mess you made."
Norindil lowered his gaze in shame and slowly dragged his feet from his hiding spot and up the stairs. As Selshina passed by, Halenor removed the blanket still covering her and watched as his two-year-old daughter return to the kitchen with much more enthusiasm than her older brother.
Back in the kitchen, Norindil scowled at the puddle of pink cooking oil he'd accidentally spilled on the floor. He and Selshina had been racing around the house when they'd knocked over a pot sitting on the stove counter. In the confusion, Norindil ran straight into the oil, slipped, and banged his head on the floor. The noise attracted the attention of their father, who was next door, working on his alchemy.
Halenor grabbed two cotton washing cloths and a prickly sea sponge. "Use the sponge to soak up the oil. Then wipe up the rest with the cloths." He placed the sponge in his son's hand, and a cloth to Selshina, who simply examined it for a moment, then dropped it on the floor. "Make sure that the floor is no longer slippery, or someone could get hurt." Halenor eyed the bruise on Norindil's forehead. "But it looks like someone already has."
Norindil scowled at the puddle, then scowled at his baby sister, who was already getting distracted by a bowl of grapes sitting on the table. His father was still watching him expectantly, so he sighed and nodded.
Beneath the Summerset 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)"You know, you're absolutely adorable," Norindil knelt at the ground and began soaking up the slippery mess, "but you're also absolutely useless."
Selshina paid him no mind and munched happily on crunchy grapes.
"When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as stupid as you," he continued bitterly. "I learned how to read at age four. I was already fluent in speech when I was two." He paused to wring out excess oil into the washbasin. "And I could clean my own room, too."
The oil was soaked up, and Norindil reached to grab one of the washcloths, only to find that Selshina had taken claim of both of them, and was now ripping at the fraying seams of the edges.
Norindil's patience ran out and he violently swiped both the cloths from his baby sister's hands. Selshina wavered on her feet for a moment, then a twisted frown slowly grew as she whimpered, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Norindil recognized this as seconds before she would start wailing.
"Oh, hush!" Norindil hissed cruelly. "You got us into this, so just let me fix your mess!"
"Oh really? Because from what I heard, it was you who wanted to start a racing game in the house." Halenor's voice called from his workshop.
Norindil paused, briefly caught by surprise. Selshina was calmed by her father's smooth voice and didn't start screaming, but two tears leaked from her large golden eyes. Norindil recovered with a shrug of forced nonchalance and continued in his mopping.
"Well, you're still useless anyways," he whispered to his sister's leaking face.
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Several hours later, Norindil, his sister, and both his parents sat around the table eating dinner. Norindil, grown-up young gentleman he was, ate his kelp salad properly with a fork. Selshina instead rocked back and forth on her high-chair and smeared tomato over her face with her bare hand. It was enough to put Norindil off his appetite if he watched long enough, but infuriatingly his parents didn't seem to mind how disgusting their daughter was being. In fact, it almost seemed as if they encouraged this sort of behavior, what with their mother's soft cooing as she helped Selshina eat a steamed oyster.
Halenor poured himself a glass of wine. "Our children got into a little mishap today, my dear."
"Oh, is that so?" their mother said pleasantly as she rubbed Selshina's tiny hand in a napkin.
"It was an accident," Norindil said quietly. His father ignored him and continued; "It's also why our son has such a large bruise on his head."
"Yes, I saw it earlier today. How did you get it, Norindil?"
Norindil swallowed his bite of kelp and opened his mouth to speak, but at the same moment Selshina squealed for reasons only known to her and made Norindil loose his train of thought. He glared at her, then tried again;
"Selshina and I knocked over some oil, and I slipped."
His mother gave an "ahh" of understanding, but his father shook his head. "No, there was something else you did today." Norindil stared at his father in genuine confusion, and he continued. "Something you said to your little sister."
Norindil bit his lip nervously. His father had heard the entire conversation in the kitchen, hadn't he? Was he going to tell mother what he said about Selshina?
"What were you telling your sister about when you were cleaning up the oil mess?"
" ... 'you're absolutely adorable?'"
"I was thinking along the lines of telling Selshina she was absolutely useless."
Beneath the Summerset 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)"... Yes, I might I have said something like that."
"And what would drive you to treat your sister like that?"
Norindil huffed in annoyance and stabbed moodily at his salad. "She's always getting in the way of things! Today I was trying to clean the mess that she did, indeed, have a role in," he eyed his father, "and instead she was there, stuffing her face with treats, ripping at the cloths and generally being a pain. And it's not just this one day either, I - see?!" Norindil dramatically wielded his fork like a sword towards Selshina and both his parents turned to see her spill her cup of juice, the liquid staining several inches of white linen purple. "See?! She gets on my nerves like nothing else, some days."
Norindil's mother simply gave a small smile and lifted Selshina up from her high-chair. "Your sister," she said calmly, "is still growing, my child."
"And as her elder sibling, it's your duty to take care of her." Halenor added, soaking up the mess with a napkin.
"I don't want to take care of her! I've got my own things to do; Selshina's nothing but a bother most of the time. She can't stay clean, or take care of herself." Norindil glared at his father, who was pointedly not looking back. "Selshina is completely useless, and we all know it."
"Well, I can think of one thing your sister can do," Norindil turned to his mother's voice and quickly pulled back in surprise as he nearly smashed his tender forehead against Selshina's nose, who was being held so close to Norindil he could smell her musk of baby-softness.
Selshina, unperturbed by her brother's quick retreat, reached out a hand once again glowing with a healing spell. Norindil scoffed and raised an eyebrow at Selshina.
"You can't heal me, you're too young for that."
Nevertheless, Selshina placed a sticky hand on Norindil's bruised forehead and squealed. To Norindil's great surprise, he felt the pulse of a fully-formed healing spell travel through his head. Glowing energy was cast wave after wave, and Norindil felt his forehead tighten.
When the light began to face, he pulled back to eye his baby sister with shock. He gingerly fingered his forehead; the bruise was nearly gone. The spell was weak, immature, and completely raw, but it was unmistakeably there. Two-year-old Selshina had just cast a spell that would have been expected from an eight-year-old.
"Selshina may not be as eloquent as you," his mother explained, smiling widely, "or as clean, or obedient, but she still has her own talents."
Norindil gaped wordlessly at Selshina. Green eyes stared in disbelief at innocent, gold ones. But the moment was gone as soon as it came. Norindil once again adopted a look of annoyed superiority and turned away. "I bet you were secretly helping Selshina with that, trying to trick me to think she could heal a bruise herself."
Halenor and his wife merely smiled at each other. As Selshina left to take a bath with her mother, Halenor softly rubbed the back of his son's neck.
"As you both get older, you'll learn to appreciate each other more."
Norindil absently rubbed his healed forehead, recalling the pulses of healing energy from his infant sister. He was silent, but a part of him felt as if he already did, despite his frustration.
Re: Beneath the Summerset 3/3
(Anonymous) 2013-08-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)This gave Passerby!Anon all the warm fuzzies :)
Within Raven Rock 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)Delas' first child was stillborn, premature, and delivered only after three days of great pain. The body had been a powdery shade of lilac instead of dark grey, and through the transparent skin ran millions of twisting veins - like stripes on a delicate flower. Delas and her husband Mathyon spent many hours gazing down at their dead child, softly grazing its body with their fingertips.
Forty years later, Farei arrived screaming hungrily and loudly, and her parents were overcome with joy. Their second child and first daughter was born healthy, whole, and enthusiastic, with her only flaw being a reported weakness in her right eye. The healer washed and wrapped Farei in her t'lonya, her birthing swaddle, and handed her to her mother's waiting arms.
Delas and Mathyon smiled down at the newest addition to their family, tears in their eyes. Farei's ears, too big for her face, twitched in her sleep. Delas traced the visible red vein on her daughter's eyelid.
"I'm sorry, my love," she whispered. "Your mother's body is too weak to give you perfect health."
Tiny Farei slept on, unaware of her mother's apology. Mathyon wrapped his arm around Delas and pulled her closer.
"You mustn't apologize. It's not your fault."
Delas sighed. "I was so frightened, my love. For months I didn't dare think of what might happen when the time came. Our child could be born dead, or -" she cut herself off as a lump rose in her throat. "I'm so glad everything turned out alright, but ... things could be better."
To Delas, the throbbing vein on her daughter's eye was proof of Delas' inferior health, and how she willingly passed it on to her children. Her daughter will likely grow up with poor physique and a weak immune system, like her mother.
She looked at her husband, so strong, so perfect in his own right. She'd hoped that any children they had would instead take after their father. They would be strong, hardy, and would live through life relatively without pain. It seems that the gods had different ideas.
As if reading her mind, Mathyon smiled and placed his hand around Farei's wrinkled face. It was nearly swallowed by it, so small was her head. Mathyon grazed her eyelid with his thumb and gently pried it open a crack. A sliver of rich magenta shone through before he let his daughter alone to rest. Farei slept on without a stir, tiny snores lifting her miniature chest up and down.
Delas knew that shade of magenta; it was a brighter, untainted version of her own. When Delas was young, her eyes were that shining shade of purple. As the ash crept into her eyes over the years, the color faded and darkened. But the color was still visible enough that when she and Mathyon first met many years ago, her eyes were the first thing he pledged his affection towards.
Having purple eyes were seen as a sign of beauty amongst the Dunmer. They made one seem slightly more feminine, slightly more regal. Both men and women valued purple eyes with admiration. A man with purple eyes gave an impression of grace and charisma. On a woman, it would be a symbol of intelligence and sophistication.
Within Raven Rock 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)Delas was silent, her hand exploring the baby-warm head of Farei, one finger traveling down to rest on a set of tiny, perfect lips. As the night went by and the three spent the first few hours together as a family, Delas sent a thousand wishes to the ancestors that they would protect Farei.
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"I told you not to play outside without your pants tucked into your boots! Look at you, you've carried a bucketworth's of ash into the house!" Delas scolded as she took a broom and dustpan. "Go change your shoes, wash your hands, then come help me clean your mess up."
Seven-year-old Farei whined, but went to do as she was told, stomping her feet in frustration. As the only child in Raven Rock, Farei usually went far from the house to play. Thanks to the ash-ridden air, it was difficult to gauge time and she often spent more hours playing than she would estimate. Today, she realized too late that it was nearly dinnertime and rushed back home without rearranging her clothes from wading at the docks.
The adults of the small settlement of Raven Rock all took a role in the raising of Farei. Ever since Red Mountain, Dunmer children were rare and far-in-between, so any child born was a sign of prosperity and hope. Farei was loved by almost everyone in Raven Rock. Passerby greeted her by name as she ran through the town. If she was lucky, one of the merchants in the town square would gift her with a small treat. Milore was especially guilty of this, showering Farei with small samples of sweet bread or a candied mint. Her husband Garyn was a little more apathetic, but would still let Farei dig in his crates of ash yams to find those uniquely shaped.
"It's too bad she's got to make do with being the only child in a town like this, hmm?" Fethis Alor once voiced to her father Mathyon as he traded for new cooking pots. Farei had accompanied him and was examining an exotic Cyrodilic blade that Fethis had told her was a 'potato-peeler.'
"I suppose so. She seems content to play on her own, but a play-mate or two wouldn't hurt."
"I remember raising Dreyla in Tear," Fethis said as he counted change, "and she was the youngest amongst a small group of children. They would spent day after day playing with each other. You never saw a group of closer friends. They eventually went to schooling, leaving little Dreyla alone; she was yet too young to start an apprenticeship. It was very hard on her, and when she eventually reached fourteen, all her friends had moved on." He handed Mathyon his new pots and reached under a table to grasp at something. "She never really got over being left alone like that, having grown accustomed to peers her age. I suppose Farei can't miss what she doesn't know, huh?"
Mathyon shrugged, tucking his merchandise under his arm. "As long as she's happy."
"Indeed." Fethis stood up and smiled at Farei, who gazed at the man with child-like fondness. "As long as you're happy, we're all happy, sweet thing," and he handed her a small bag containing long strips of Nordic taffy.
"Oh, Fethis, you needn't -"
"Nonsense! No one in this bitter town would've wanted the thing anyway."
"I suppose this would be a benefit of being the only child in a town;" Mathyon smiled, one hand on Farei's shoulder, "she'd get spoiled sweet like this."
After a chorus of "say thank you"'s and high-pitched "thank you"'s, Fethis watched as Farei and Mathyon left the town square to find their mother at the mines. Dreyla approached and smiled at her father.
"I haven't seen you smile this much for a long time, father."
Fethis turned to Dreyla and his mind wandered to when Dreyla was yet a toddling Dunmer girl with a short blue tunic, overlarge ears, and hair fashioned into tiny buns at the side of the head. It was happier times - when they were a complete family with a mother. But now, there was a gaping hole where his wife once had been.
Within Raven Rock 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-20 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)"She reminds me of you." Fethis said softly and turned away. Dreyla sighed and bent down to rearrange the imported rugs, her gaze still turned on her grieving father.
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Many hours later, Farei scrubbed unhappily at her hands with a bar of sload soap. The ash dissolved into swirls of muddy grey in the washbasin. She dumped the water outside, wiped her hands dry on her tunic, and tottered back into the kitchen where her mother was busy sweeping the ash from the clay floor.
"There you are. Hold this dustpan as I get the ash."
Farei scowled and grasped the handle as she watched her mother sweep under the drawers. Farei thought it was distinctively unfair; the ash she'd trailed into the house had already been swept up, and now her mother was simply gathering the extra ash that's been there for days already.
After a few boring minutes, they were finally finished cleaning and now dinner could be served. Mathyon returned from his outing at the Retching Netch and greeted the ladies as they set the table with clay bowls. Delas retrieved a pot of boiled dumplings and strained them into a large serving plate. Mathyon was just about to ask Farei to help get the baked chicken when he saw her hands, dirty with ash.
"How'd you get so dirty? Did you go outside while your mother was cooking?"
"We cleaned the kitchen when she got back," Delas explained from the stove.
"Then go wash your hands," Mathyon commanded Farei, who groaned and lumbered away. She swung her arms repeatedly downwards and her fingers clicked together. As she snapped her fingers, a spark ignited and was extinguished rapidly - a child's Destruction magic trick that she no doubt picked up from watching the Redoran guards near the Bulwark. "Don't do that in the house," Mathyon called at her back before she could accidentally set anything on fire.
During dinner, Farei told her parents about the group of netches she saw floating near the beach. She assured them that yes, she did not get close, they were probably a hundred feet away, and she didn't try to run up to them like she did one time.
"And the little netch was muhiru , so bright, like what's it glowing when the sky is clear and you can ahlehong the stars, you said netches only glow when they're getting married," Farei chattered, broken Dunmeri scattering her speech.
"The baby netch was probably trying to find his mother," Mathyon explained.
" Oam daese? "
"Why aren't you eating your dinner?" Her mother interrupted, a stern gaze locked onto Farei.
Farei's face suddenly twisted into a guilty pout and lowered her gaze to the floor. Mathyon immediately searched her pockets and found an empty bag of what he knew once contained taffy.
"Spoiled your appetite, did you?"
Farei caught a glimpse of her mother's disappointed expression and twisted her fingers in her lap.
"Your mother spent hours making your meal, you know," Mathyon scolded, putting the bag into his own pocket. "And she was already tired from working in the mines."
Re: Within Raven Rock 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-10-20 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)