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adventdrabblesTitle: Ave Mauve
Universe: All Cats Are Beautiful
Character(s): Mauve, Alaina
Rating: U
Warnings: Is it wrong to write fanfiction about your own book? I don't know, but let's go! Also: please buy a copy, lol. (paperback, ebook)
Summary: On lonely Sarah Ann Island in the Pacific, after the long summer, Mauve tries to build new relationships.
Length: 562 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 25. also: external link.
Ave Mauve
“Apprentice Summoner Mauve requests your presence! Crog, let’s go!”
The light shimmered, the card disintegrating in her hand as the squat animal took shape before her, strong legs and vicious pincers, eyes either side of its wide face, an unreadable expression upon its features that Mauve had the sneaking suspicion was actually stupidity. The creature was far bigger than a cat, perhaps the size of a large dog, its physical essence grown anew every time it was summoned from the card, born endlessly, again and again, and still she could not help but think that of all the varied homunculi that now existed in the wild of Sarah Ann Island, these crogs must be the stupidest.
Turning, she looked at her friend, standing straight, hands folded in her lap, dyed blue hair tucked behind her ears.
“What do you see in this thing?” she asked, gesturing at the crog.
Alaina’s expression did not change, remaining perfectly neutral.
“It responds when I call it.”
Mauve raised an eyebrow.
“That’s it, huh?”
The other girl nodded.
“That’s it.”
In the last few months, since all the craziness had taken place on the island, she had done nothing but try and understand the different homunculi her friends had built their relationships with; she had spent time with Sumire and her tengu, had tried getting used to Eloise’s karura, and Yuusuke’s cniht, and she had even tried to understand what the hell it was the simurgh saw in Phoenix Delgado, but none of it made any difference.
She sighed, patting her shorts, trying to find her cigarettes before remembering that her mother had thrown them out the day before yesterday when she had found them in her room, promptly embarking on an endless lecture about how they would stunt her growth, how her grandmother had died of cancer, blah, blah, blah.
“I don’t know, maybe I should just jump on the band wagon and get a magcat?”
She smiled wryly. If there was anything that might attract a reaction from Alaina, it was this. True to form, the other girl shook her head.
“Don’t do that.”
She looked back down the hill at the town. Nothing had changed. Despite everything they had all been through, despite the shadow of the thing that had eclipsed the sun in summer, nothing had changed, and now here they were, Christmas Eve, the weather still warm enough for her to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wondered what it was like elsewhere in the world during this time of year—Costa Rica, Ethiopia, Guatemala—she wondered if she would ever see these places, if she would ever know anywhere but Sarah Ann Island.
She looked at Alaina and shook her head.
“Crog’s not the one.”
“Crog’s the one for me,” the other girl replied flatly, then, turning to the beast, instructed it, “Return.”
The shape of the creature dissipated into light, returning to its card state, and Alaina marched forward, crouched down and picked it up.
Anywhere, Mauve thought looking down at the town. Just this once, it would be nice to be anywhere else, to be anyone else, to be celebrating Christmas somewhere else.
“Mauve,” Alaina said softly.
She jumped a little, feeling the other girl’s hands slip into her own, the fingers entwining.
“Merry Christmas.”
She turned, and, much to her surprise, found that Alaina was smiling.
Universe: All Cats Are Beautiful
Character(s): Mauve, Alaina
Rating: U
Warnings: Is it wrong to write fanfiction about your own book? I don't know, but let's go! Also: please buy a copy, lol. (paperback, ebook)
Summary: On lonely Sarah Ann Island in the Pacific, after the long summer, Mauve tries to build new relationships.
Length: 562 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 25. also: external link.Ave Mauve
“Apprentice Summoner Mauve requests your presence! Crog, let’s go!”
The light shimmered, the card disintegrating in her hand as the squat animal took shape before her, strong legs and vicious pincers, eyes either side of its wide face, an unreadable expression upon its features that Mauve had the sneaking suspicion was actually stupidity. The creature was far bigger than a cat, perhaps the size of a large dog, its physical essence grown anew every time it was summoned from the card, born endlessly, again and again, and still she could not help but think that of all the varied homunculi that now existed in the wild of Sarah Ann Island, these crogs must be the stupidest.
Turning, she looked at her friend, standing straight, hands folded in her lap, dyed blue hair tucked behind her ears.
“What do you see in this thing?” she asked, gesturing at the crog.
Alaina’s expression did not change, remaining perfectly neutral.
“It responds when I call it.”
Mauve raised an eyebrow.
“That’s it, huh?”
The other girl nodded.
“That’s it.”
In the last few months, since all the craziness had taken place on the island, she had done nothing but try and understand the different homunculi her friends had built their relationships with; she had spent time with Sumire and her tengu, had tried getting used to Eloise’s karura, and Yuusuke’s cniht, and she had even tried to understand what the hell it was the simurgh saw in Phoenix Delgado, but none of it made any difference.
She sighed, patting her shorts, trying to find her cigarettes before remembering that her mother had thrown them out the day before yesterday when she had found them in her room, promptly embarking on an endless lecture about how they would stunt her growth, how her grandmother had died of cancer, blah, blah, blah.
“I don’t know, maybe I should just jump on the band wagon and get a magcat?”
She smiled wryly. If there was anything that might attract a reaction from Alaina, it was this. True to form, the other girl shook her head.
“Don’t do that.”
She looked back down the hill at the town. Nothing had changed. Despite everything they had all been through, despite the shadow of the thing that had eclipsed the sun in summer, nothing had changed, and now here they were, Christmas Eve, the weather still warm enough for her to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wondered what it was like elsewhere in the world during this time of year—Costa Rica, Ethiopia, Guatemala—she wondered if she would ever see these places, if she would ever know anywhere but Sarah Ann Island.
She looked at Alaina and shook her head.
“Crog’s not the one.”
“Crog’s the one for me,” the other girl replied flatly, then, turning to the beast, instructed it, “Return.”
The shape of the creature dissipated into light, returning to its card state, and Alaina marched forward, crouched down and picked it up.
Anywhere, Mauve thought looking down at the town. Just this once, it would be nice to be anywhere else, to be anyone else, to be celebrating Christmas somewhere else.
“Mauve,” Alaina said softly.
She jumped a little, feeling the other girl’s hands slip into her own, the fingers entwining.
“Merry Christmas.”
She turned, and, much to her surprise, found that Alaina was smiling.
