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^ Loves cookies too!
< Thinks Zombies is a great idea. Payal could invent the RomZom genre and be famous for writing hot Zombie Romance. It'd be like Vampire Romance 2.0
v Would totally get off on RomZom
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Yesyes, congrats! Although technically Marie told me ages ago, so I secretly knew all along. Kinda like god, he is like that too. All knowing. Only I'm slightly more selectively all knowing.
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Nah, this was just a threesome kind of fic.
Thom watching Mat and Moiraine sex in the dirt doesn't make it a threesome
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^ *giggle fits* Sleep and work at the same time! *gigglegigglegiggle* Why don't you ask someone on the street if they'll pay for that!
< Might be buying a shiny new grass mower
v Shares his/her ice cream!
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Not that I've read about it, but it seems pretty clever to make Moiraine not have clothes. From a male point of view anyhow.
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Rolled rye and lots of blueberries mixed in yogurt?
It is very good for me. But then I cheat and use extra sugar too. -
I was so confused until you explained Sarene was her daughter's name. Fun story, I like the idea of Moiraine having devious little daughters running around.
I demand more about Moiraine's horrible daughters!
Awwww... father-daughter devilishness. Niklas is such a softie! *tease*
It was Marie's idea to make Moiraine a mother. I'm glad it worked!I loved this line: “All it takes is a single spark from the campfire. You always tell me that.”Sounds exactly like something Moiraine would say. I can totally picture her as a parent now. She is always lecturing that way with the silly teenagers she has to babysit.
Yeah
I bet Moiraine wonders why she keeps getting to care for tricky teenagers.But I must protest... A whole story about blueberries and no mention of blueberry tea?! I was expecting some blueberry tea between Moiraine and namesake!Sarene. *pouts* Then again... knowing Vertex, this is probably a mercy.
I totally dropped the ball on that
I meant to add so many more things...like Moiraine suspecting some Ta'veren messing up chance and causing the value blueberries to inflate. And also that Sarene made enough money to pay her mother back so she broke even financially. Her real goal was to make people go out and pick blueberries so that tons of (cheap) preserves were made that she could feast on for months. -
Blueberry Bubble
Sarene hesitated for a moment, considering her crime, then smiled broadly and set Moiraine's carriage on fire. The flames grew quickly, licking the carriage side where she had poured the oil, and the white paint darkened and cracked. Then she took a few steps back, drew a deep breath, and screamed, “Fire!”
Moiraine emerged instantly from her tent and for a moment Sarene feared her mother would know all about her plan.
“I got water,” Sarene said, fetching a bucket while doing her best to not look Moiraine in the eyes. She was about to put her fire out when the flames became blue and feeble before going out on their own.
“How did this happen, Sarene?” Moiraine asked, sounding tired.
“Probably the wind did it,” Sarene answered, keeping her eyes on the scorched carriage as if wondering herself. “All it takes is a single spark from the campfire. You always tell me that.”
Moiraine shook her head and mumbled something about an oath rod and daughters.
“Well, goodnight then, Mother,” Sarene said and attempted to escape before more questions could be asked but Moiraine placed a hand on her shoulder and held her still. Grudgingly, Sarene looked up in her mother's brown eyes.
“I am your mother,” Moiraine said softly.
“If we never talk about this again and I have your carriage repainted tomorrow when we are back in Cairhien, will you forgive me?”
“Forgive you for burning my carriage?” Moiraine asked.
“Yes, but I don't want to talk about it, and you have to promise. Oh, and loan me the money to have it repainted, too. But I will pay you back when we are back home at the Sun Palace.”
“All right,” Moiraine finally agreed. “I promise.”
The following evening in a small border town on the Cairhienin side, Sarene received the loan from her mother and hired a painter who declared, “I cannot restore the paint in one night, young lady.”
“I know,” Sarene said pleasantly, “it takes several coatings and they need to dry properly.”
“Indeed,” the painter said, charmed by the young noblewoman. “If you don't mind me asking, how did this happen?”
“I'm not supposed to tell,” Sarene whispered, leaning close, “but there was a fire and my mother was needed to put it out.”
“Was anyone hurt?” the painter asked.
“No, well, only the animals living in the forest, I guess.”
“A forest fire then?”
“Yes,” Sarene whispered eagerly. “The Braem Wood burned down.”
“The whole forest? Why is that a secret?”
“Because now they don't have any blueberries in Andor so they will need to buy it from us in Cairhien. It has to do with a market and prices or something like that. Actually, master painter, now that I think about it, I would like some blueberry preserves before they are all sold to Andor; can you recommend me a good merchant?”
The following evening Sarene repeated the story to another painter who did the second coating. And every evening after that until they reached the capital.
She rode into the city with her mother and was pleased to see street vendors haggling eagerly over great baskets full of blueberries. And the air was thick with the wonderful smell of berries being preserved.
“Moiraine Sedai,” some commoner called, “good work on the fire!”
Moiraine smiled and waved at the man then turned to her daughter with suspicion in her eyes.
“You promised we would not talk about it,” Sarene quickly reminded her mother.
Moiraine narrowed her eyes but Sarene stared back, refusing to answer her mother's unasked question.
“Very well,” Moiraine finally said and rode over to the man who had congratulated her on putting out the fire. “Tell me, good master, what do you know about the fire?”
Sarene knew she was in trouble and quickly got hold of one of the street vendors to sell the blueberry preserves she had bought in each city on their way home. She easily got five times the gold she had paid for them and had a feeling she could have gotten the double had she not been distracted by her mother's discussion with the merchant. It was eerily quiet and Moiraine did not appear to breath at all, words just came out of her, sounding pleasant but completely false.
“I informed that man that the Braem Woods are perfectly fine,” Moiraine said as Sarene returned to her side. “Apparently someone spread a rumor that they burned down and inadvertently inflated the blueberry market, which is now going to collapse and leave a lot of people desolate. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“I am sorry for them,” Sarene said, “but at least they will have their blueberries so they won't starve.”
“You knew this would happen?” Moiraine demanded in an icy whisper and Sarene knew she had been caught. “Who taught you about the market?”
Thom came to her rescue, riding down from the palace on a tall white horse, looking as grand as a king even though he still didn't have any official title.
“Father,” Sarene said, leaping down from her horse and running over to Thom who did the same. They hugged hard, squeezing each other until bones cracked.
“Thom,” Moiraine said and unmounted her horse as well. “Your daughter has...she is a....“
“Come here, my love,” Thom said, holding an arm out to Moiraine who grudgingly forgot her anger and joined them in another bone cracking hug.
“Stop that,” Sarene said, pushing herself in between her parents when they got a bit too friendly hugging and started to kiss.
“Yes,” Moiraine said, looking embarrassed as she glanced around at people in the street staring at them from a safe distance. “Thom, your daughter—”
“I'll punish her harshly,” Thom said solemnly but Sarene knew it was a lie. “You will pay dearly for playing the market like that, young lady.”
“You knew she would do this!” Moiraine accused her eyes narrowing, “You taught her how!”
Thom grinned sheepishly and placed another kiss on her lips.
Moiraine couldn't help smiling. “You two will be the end of me.”
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Noway! *slushie facials*
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Hello, Whitney
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I like it lots but youtube forbade me so I couldn't because ratings had been disabled. And timelapses worked very well with the music and they were very cool but that burning paper was a bit odd. Oh and it was really neat that you borrowed from that promo video too, and especially the end worked really great
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Thank you both
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When I was a tinkering little boy, I figured out that I could unscrew the shower handle and get a really strong beam of water that would make me...feel funny, in a good good way. I titled the feeling "drowning"
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Thank you!
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Wow, making that must have taken hours and hours and lots of patience
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One pony is not enough.
Moiraine tiptoed along the deserted hallway, feeling like the portraits on the walls were alive and watching her every move with suspicion. She held her breath as she reached the master bedroom doors and carefully turned the handle. The door opened silently and she cast a final guilty glance down the hallway before vanishing inside.
She knew what she was looking for and headed straight for the desk. In the top drawer, she found the signet ring and had to fight down an urge to take it and run before she was discovered. But she had planned this and knew her best option was to remain and forge the document while she had access to all the writing equipment.
It pained her to wipe her sweaty hands down her new summer dress but she needed a good grip on the quill to draw the letters properly.
Steps sounded outside the door and she nearly blotted the paper but the door did not open and she kept writing, asking Savage, the tallest and heaviest warhorse in the stable, to be saddled and left in the courtyard. It was an odd request but nobody would dare question a document with a proper stamp.
Once done, she rolled her forged document up and stuck it inside her dress, then put the ring and writing equipment back, making sure no one could tell anything had been touched. She listened at the door to make sure no one was outside before carefully opening it and sneaking back in to the hallway.
Next part of her plan led her down to the kitchen and she regretted not having put her request in writing as well. She smoothed down her dress and moved the rolled up document around to the back so it wouldn't show and pushed the kitchen door open, making it slam against the wall.
“I wish the gate guards to be honored,” Moiraine decreed to the kitchen staff, holding her head high. “They shall have all the pie they can eat and you will bake it now.”
The matron gave her a long look and Moiraine felt obliged to add, “please.” She knew very well that she had no power but the servants usually did as she asked, if it was with in reason.
“Very well,” the matron finally said. “Why, if I may inquire, are the gate guards to be honored?”
“For keeping us all safe,” Moiraine said, doing her best to make the statement an accusation, as if the matron should know this, while secretly glad she had anticipated the question in her plan.
Her next stop was the stables and again, her stealth was required. Moiraine was not a messenger but it was not unknown for notes to be pinned on the stable door. Outside was a hot summer day and the courtyard was deserted, as she had hoped. But her heart was still pounding in her ears as she ran over to the stables and pinned the document to the door. Inside she could hear the horses move, and perhaps also the stable boys at work. Near panic, she pounded twice on the door and then ran away before the door was opened.
From behind a rain barrel, Moiraine watched the stable master open the stable door, look around confused before he spotted the document. He read it silently, glanced around the courtyard again, then ordered the stable boys to saddle Savage.
Moiraine couldn't believe her plan was working as she made it back to her chambers and changed in to her riding gear. Then she waited by the window, watching the gate guards. They were the final challenge in her plan and disciplined to endure hours in the summer sun, but Moiraine had noticed their one flaw. They were not quite so disciplined when young women were about, and kitchen maids carrying pie proved a great distraction.
When the stable doors opened, and Savage was led out, saddled and ready, the stable boys escaped and joined the guards and maids at the gate, begging for pieces of pie. It worked better than Moiraine had ever dreamed and Savage was left unattended outside the stable.
Moiraine made her way back down to the courtyard and made sure no one was paying attention before sneaking up to Savage. Up close, Savage was much larger than she had imagined and she had to remind herself that this was her only chance. Mustering her courage, she approached the great animal, who in turn ignored her.
“I'm Moiraine,” Moiraine whispered as she untied him. Still, the warhorse ignored her and she moved to his side to mount him. Or climb him, as he was much too tall for her to get a foot in the stirrup. Thankfully, Savage stayed still as Moiraine struggled in to the saddle. Once seated, she nudged him in the sides with her feet to make him move, like she did with her pony but Savage remained still.
“Go, stupid beast,” she hissed at the animal, glancing nervously at the crowd of guards, maids, and stable boys. Sitting high up on Savage, they would notice her at any moment and take action and all would be lost.
“Move!” she commanded and dug her silver spurs into his flanks.
With a sudden leap Savage tore the reigns out of her hands and began to run towards the gate. Moiraine shrieked and clung to the saddle horn for dear life. Normally the guards could block the gate with halberds but all they had in their hands was pie, which they had to throw away as they dove for cover.
In her plan, Moiraine laughed and rode off while the guards stared stupidly after her. Proving to everyone that she was much too old for a pony.
Savage's hooves thundered against the drawbridge as he kept running, faster and faster. People screamed as they leaped aside, barely escaping being crushed to death, and Moiraine screamed in pure terror.
The animal continued straight ahead, following the main street to the city square, accompanied by more people yelling. A gathering of mounted at the far end of the market quickly blocked the exit but Savage kept running.
“Stop, stop, STOP!” Moiraine screamed but Savage refused and charged the mounted men.
At the final moment, Savage did stop and Moiraine was thrown off, flying helplessly thought the air at the leader of the mounted men.
“Moiraine,” the leader screamed and managed to catch her ankle before she crashed down on the cobbled ground and broke her neck.
With a steel grip he pulled her up in to his saddle and Moiraine found herself face to face with a very angry man.
“Daddy,” Moiraine sniffed, looking her father in the eyes, “this is your fault for not giving me a proper horse!”
For a moment, Moiraine thought she had finally crossed the line, but then her father burst out laughing. “Maybe for your tenth birthday, sweetheart,” he said as wiped away her tears.
The End!
So yeah, Moiraine at almost ten
It would have been more fancy if she had actually been ten because of MW being ten but Marie informed me that she got a big horsie when she turned ten so this takes place just before that.I meant the story to be a bit shorter and have a twist in the end that reveals that it is young Moiraine stealing a horse rather than her doing some adult sneaky escape life-or-death stuff but I fear it comes through rather early that it is not adult Moiraine but still, it was fun to write and all. And I'm hoping the father daughter warm love comes through in the end and sorta makes people forget the long boring start and middle.
And finally, yes, I did chose the title in hopes of making any eventual readers think it was a truly dirty story
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If that doesn't work out we could just paint over "Recent Status Updates" with "Chat" and pretend.
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improvised lesbian cake topper by Shira Golding
I found improvised lesbian cake and thought of this thread
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So, cashing your unfair winnings and vanishing, are we?
Don't worry, we'll have lots and lots of fun and I'll do my bestest to miss you while you are gone. -
Ten years!
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Congratulations Ash and Olivia
but that doesn't mean I lost. So it is written, in my new signature.Edit: Just to clarify, so it is written in blood on fire!
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Ten years!
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*cries*
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Well bitten
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Maybe they can have an ancient custom about all being nekked for important meetings to make sure nobody is hiding anything?
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I think Thom would be much better at seducing rivals. *nods*
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^ Would still totally get off on RomZom!
< Like time travel too, because I'm lovable even if an idea wasn't mine, unlike mean Kitts!
v Is in not fortunate enough to be typing from a hammock like me