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invoking_uraniaTitle: Melancholy Didn't Suit Her
Fandom: Dragaera
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Words: 289
Notes/Warnings: Done for 'when all the world dissolves' for 31_days @LJ.
Summary: Aliera rarely contemplates the past.
Disclaimer: Dragaera copyright Steven Brust and this derivative work was created without permission.
Aliera as a rule, didn't speak much of the last days before the Interregnum. She avoided those historians who sought to get her account, and refused to read any of the popular fictionalized accounts, or see any of the plays, or view the paintings -- to the point where she had challenged several authors, playwrights, painters and various curious onlookers to duels on the matter, if they were so foolish as to press it. (To be fair to Aliera's account, she avoided using Pathfinder, and did offer to revivify them afterward -- which was the closest she would get to admitting that there was no hard feelings towards them. Not to mention that many of these affairs happened when she was cornered at Castle Black, and she didn't want to break Morrolan's rules regarding the castle.)
She did, occasionally, give the odd remark to Sethra Lavode, concerning things that had changed in the centuries she had lingered in the Paths of the Dead, not fully alive. Sometimes, when Morrolan was in earshot, just to get her cousin riled up about being a 'youngster'. Then there would be a heated discussion on the matter, and some playful sparring, and all would be forgiven.
Other times, when she was alone with the Enchantress of Dzur Mountain, her voice would turn more nostalgic for places and times and people that would never come again, not as they were. People and places either gone or changed long past recognition, with Aliera left behind, speaking words to a woman so ancient, she remembered when the Empire was young.
Usually after indulging in that, she'd go out and pick a fight. Melancholy didn't suit her.
Fandom: Dragaera
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Words: 289
Notes/Warnings: Done for 'when all the world dissolves' for 31_days @LJ.
Summary: Aliera rarely contemplates the past.
Disclaimer: Dragaera copyright Steven Brust and this derivative work was created without permission.
Aliera as a rule, didn't speak much of the last days before the Interregnum. She avoided those historians who sought to get her account, and refused to read any of the popular fictionalized accounts, or see any of the plays, or view the paintings -- to the point where she had challenged several authors, playwrights, painters and various curious onlookers to duels on the matter, if they were so foolish as to press it. (To be fair to Aliera's account, she avoided using Pathfinder, and did offer to revivify them afterward -- which was the closest she would get to admitting that there was no hard feelings towards them. Not to mention that many of these affairs happened when she was cornered at Castle Black, and she didn't want to break Morrolan's rules regarding the castle.)
She did, occasionally, give the odd remark to Sethra Lavode, concerning things that had changed in the centuries she had lingered in the Paths of the Dead, not fully alive. Sometimes, when Morrolan was in earshot, just to get her cousin riled up about being a 'youngster'. Then there would be a heated discussion on the matter, and some playful sparring, and all would be forgiven.
Other times, when she was alone with the Enchantress of Dzur Mountain, her voice would turn more nostalgic for places and times and people that would never come again, not as they were. People and places either gone or changed long past recognition, with Aliera left behind, speaking words to a woman so ancient, she remembered when the Empire was young.
Usually after indulging in that, she'd go out and pick a fight. Melancholy didn't suit her.
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Date: 2008-02-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(The word count was also deliberate -- I noticed I was running over 100 words, so I decided a Dragaera ficlet should be a Dragaera-style drabble, and I went for 17^2 words instead of 10^2 words.)