Honour Guard
Honour Guard
(A ketek from the fic Lies Illuminating Truths, 4200 words, rated General)
Me and mine are not honoured, lighteyes, to protect you.
Dark eyes visibly in uniform makes you uncomfortable.
You hear me, Your Majesty? I hear you.
Your discomfort makes the uniform invisible, eye darkly.
You protect lighteyes honour, not mine and me.
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Renarin's Special Interest
1700 words
Rated General (I know, surprising)
RoW
Jasnah is trying to work and Renarin keeps going on about his special interest. Excerpt below the cut.
âDid you know that listeners hear the same beat of the Rhythms of Roshar, no matter where they are?â Renarin asked. âThatâs why it seemed like they could communicate with each other across large distances. They were attuning the same Rhythms.â
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âIt connects them on a fundamental level. Imagine being apart from someone but knowing you were still attuning the exact same Rhythms. I think it would be great to learn them,â he droned on. âBesides, itâs nice to know exactly what someone is feeling without having to ask.â He started to list the different Rhythms he knew. âDetermination, Pain, Longing, AmusementâŚâ
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Division? đ
âDivisionâ is part of a potential series of Surgebinder missing scenes. As some people know, Iâm a little obsessed with the female swordmaster ardent who has just one speaking line in 4 stormlight books. I thought it would be cool if she turned out to be Chanarach (a soldier who is tired of the fight). This fic is a conversation between her and Zahel.
âWhatâs your name,â Zahel asked over his shoulder as he headed across the sands towards the swordmasterâs barracks, clearly expecting her to follow.
She stared down at her hands, hands that hadnât held an honorblade or used the surges in centuries. If she thought about it, she could almost feel the warmth, the ability to run her hand over a surface and leave a trail of ash and beautiful destruction in its wake.
It was the first Surge of the Dustbringers.Â
Division.
Divided.
âIvis.â
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