Rule of Three - Oriana's point of View
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jana_denardoAnd you would know that Livejournal is planning an outage for wed. evening. With my luck, no one will see this. This scene is 495 words long and contains two of the prompts, There is fear of an impending misfortune and Someone might fall in love . I hope you enjoy my foray into the town of Renaissance.
Oriana wiped the bar top, her gaze never wavering from her son. Savio stared out the window of her restaurant-bar, looking at the Main Gauche hills. He seemed indifferent to the swell of Renaissance’s citizens talking around him. The Barking Spider was always popular and her attractive staff was well trained in not just service but in her true profession. Eventually every trader would come to her for a valuable commodity: information.
Savio held his left arm close to his body even now, three months after its injury. His black hair had gotten shaggy. Oriana couldn’t see his blue eye from here, but she knew it would hold a faraway look. He was too young for all of this a little voice in her head whispered, only twenty-two, but she had been younger still when she had him. She knew he watched the hills, thinking about a certain young woman. Oriana read the signs. Her boy was falling in love. She only wished that idea didn’t fill her with dread.
Oriana knew the rumors. People thought Caron was Fata, some fey race that legend said held great magic. She wasn’t sure she believed it. Filling a tray with full glasses of whiskey and rum drinks, Oriana handed them to a waitress, wishing she could tell her son to be careful. She doubted he’d listen. He was only now becoming human again. Teenagers, in her experience, weren’t humans. They were all mouth, ruled by hormones and emotional swings broad enough to reach from mountains to desert in one fell swoop. Boys got absolutely stupid in love. Oh, people said that all the time about girls, but Oriana’s life had been one of observation of her fellow man. She knew damn well boys were just as bad. Savio would sit and mope and wonder why Caron hadn’t come into town for two days.
Right now, she’d take moping. Earlier, one of her customers, thinking he was far better than he was, dared to grope her. The pig brought up a horrible old nickname, Oral Ori, as if she had ever turned tricks for anyone. With one nerve-pinch Savio had learned during his time in the military, ended the manhandling. Her son had lost an eye in service, not his skills. The groping merchant sputtered and threatened Savio’s outrider status, but they weren’t concerned. Savio’s skills as a guard gave him more work for the traders than he could use, already having months worth lined up once his arm healed. It was the threat that another merchant wanted Caron for himself, to use her Fata abilities, that upset them.
Wealthy and cutthroat, the other merchant usually got what he wanted or destroyed it so no one else could have it. Oriana knew her son would never stand for that man hurting Caron. Love should not carry a hefty price tag, and Oriana feared what might lie in her son’s future. She would protect him any way she could.
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Oriana wiped the bar top, her gaze never wavering from her son. Savio stared out the window of her restaurant-bar, looking at the Main Gauche hills. He seemed indifferent to the swell of Renaissance’s citizens talking around him. The Barking Spider was always popular and her attractive staff was well trained in not just service but in her true profession. Eventually every trader would come to her for a valuable commodity: information.
Savio held his left arm close to his body even now, three months after its injury. His black hair had gotten shaggy. Oriana couldn’t see his blue eye from here, but she knew it would hold a faraway look. He was too young for all of this a little voice in her head whispered, only twenty-two, but she had been younger still when she had him. She knew he watched the hills, thinking about a certain young woman. Oriana read the signs. Her boy was falling in love. She only wished that idea didn’t fill her with dread.
Oriana knew the rumors. People thought Caron was Fata, some fey race that legend said held great magic. She wasn’t sure she believed it. Filling a tray with full glasses of whiskey and rum drinks, Oriana handed them to a waitress, wishing she could tell her son to be careful. She doubted he’d listen. He was only now becoming human again. Teenagers, in her experience, weren’t humans. They were all mouth, ruled by hormones and emotional swings broad enough to reach from mountains to desert in one fell swoop. Boys got absolutely stupid in love. Oh, people said that all the time about girls, but Oriana’s life had been one of observation of her fellow man. She knew damn well boys were just as bad. Savio would sit and mope and wonder why Caron hadn’t come into town for two days.
Right now, she’d take moping. Earlier, one of her customers, thinking he was far better than he was, dared to grope her. The pig brought up a horrible old nickname, Oral Ori, as if she had ever turned tricks for anyone. With one nerve-pinch Savio had learned during his time in the military, ended the manhandling. Her son had lost an eye in service, not his skills. The groping merchant sputtered and threatened Savio’s outrider status, but they weren’t concerned. Savio’s skills as a guard gave him more work for the traders than he could use, already having months worth lined up once his arm healed. It was the threat that another merchant wanted Caron for himself, to use her Fata abilities, that upset them.
Wealthy and cutthroat, the other merchant usually got what he wanted or destroyed it so no one else could have it. Oriana knew her son would never stand for that man hurting Caron. Love should not carry a hefty price tag, and Oriana feared what might lie in her son’s future. She would protect him any way she could.
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Date: 2011-10-05 10:13 pm (UTC)Nice!
Date: 2011-10-05 02:22 pm (UTC)Re: Nice!
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Date: 2011-10-07 02:48 am (UTC)And thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my blog. =)
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Date: 2011-10-07 06:14 pm (UTC)and ditto. I'm really enjoying this challenge
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Date: 2011-10-15 05:07 pm (UTC)Thanks for joining us in Renaissance!
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Date: 2011-10-16 06:59 pm (UTC)I like your characters and how you started your story.
But ... Barking Spider? *g*
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Date: 2011-10-17 02:39 am (UTC)thank you very much. I'm not sure I've seen yours. I'll go have a look.
Barking Spider was a little bar I used to drink at while I was in Medical school in Cleveland
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Date: 2011-10-17 03:24 am (UTC)There really exists a bar with such a name? :)
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Date: 2011-10-18 02:59 am (UTC)yep, well there was. Not sure if it's still there. Whether or not a lot pf people know that's another name for a fart...
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