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May. 1st, 2010 11:59 amkeyword : color
time period : any
Kara had always liked blue. A clear sky, light on the ocean, the steel and neon of Delphi outside her apartment window. It was a soothing color, soft and cool and inviting.
The blue of the glass is different. The Eagle's eye swirls in turquoise and cerulean and prussian and ultramarine, shifting and morphing every time she tries to name it. She's read a hundred names for blue on the sides of paint tubes, and the glass is all of them, and none of them. It makes her queasy, and when she holds it in her hand and hears the voice of the god in her mind, the world behind her eyelids explodes in a rainbow of blues that send her reeling.
After they go through the door to Gan, she ties it in an old shirt and shoves it at the bottom of her bag. It's unreasonable, but she can't help thinking it's better if whatever's inside can't see out. At night when she sleeps, she dreams of the ocean, of flying far above it on wings like a bird.
time period : any
Kara had always liked blue. A clear sky, light on the ocean, the steel and neon of Delphi outside her apartment window. It was a soothing color, soft and cool and inviting.
The blue of the glass is different. The Eagle's eye swirls in turquoise and cerulean and prussian and ultramarine, shifting and morphing every time she tries to name it. She's read a hundred names for blue on the sides of paint tubes, and the glass is all of them, and none of them. It makes her queasy, and when she holds it in her hand and hears the voice of the god in her mind, the world behind her eyelids explodes in a rainbow of blues that send her reeling.
After they go through the door to Gan, she ties it in an old shirt and shoves it at the bottom of her bag. It's unreasonable, but she can't help thinking it's better if whatever's inside can't see out. At night when she sleeps, she dreams of the ocean, of flying far above it on wings like a bird.
