Fiction: With an Edge of Honor
Aug. 17th, 2019 09:13 pmThis post is brought to you by today's Crowdfunding Creative Jam, with the theme of manipulation. The relevant prompt is by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alexseanchai, who asked for "handicrafts, art in physical media, mechanical work, baking, whatever so long as it involves dexterity and getting one's hands, if not dirty, at least involved", and also for "fantasy genre" as an additional option.
This piece features mention of various crafts (though not necessarily a specific focus), as well as a bit of people getting their hands involved in various things, both real and metaphorical, including the art of change.
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"With an Edge of Honor"
Maiya went to the water to cut reeds, carrying her new metal knife in its wooden sheath. Her pride, evident in her face, surely spoke of the work she was there for, and how well it fed her family. Sova was already there, cutting reeds also, his wooden cutter freshly faced with a thin bronze strip and polished to a good edge.
"Maiya, good to see you!" he called. She smiled, giving him a wave.
"And you, Sova. How is the work?" she replied. Sorrowful, she thought but did not say, to have no apprentice to cut reeds for you. At least his new child-to-be would be helping in a few years.
"Hard enough, but there are plenty of reeds. I'll be making papyrus tomorrow, for the new school!"
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alexseanchai, who asked for "handicrafts, art in physical media, mechanical work, baking, whatever so long as it involves dexterity and getting one's hands, if not dirty, at least involved", and also for "fantasy genre" as an additional option.This piece features mention of various crafts (though not necessarily a specific focus), as well as a bit of people getting their hands involved in various things, both real and metaphorical, including the art of change.
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"With an Edge of Honor"
Maiya went to the water to cut reeds, carrying her new metal knife in its wooden sheath. Her pride, evident in her face, surely spoke of the work she was there for, and how well it fed her family. Sova was already there, cutting reeds also, his wooden cutter freshly faced with a thin bronze strip and polished to a good edge.
"Maiya, good to see you!" he called. She smiled, giving him a wave.
"And you, Sova. How is the work?" she replied. Sorrowful, she thought but did not say, to have no apprentice to cut reeds for you. At least his new child-to-be would be helping in a few years.
"Hard enough, but there are plenty of reeds. I'll be making papyrus tomorrow, for the new school!"
( Read more... )
