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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 :)