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Discworld drabble
Fandom: Discworld
Rating: G
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miome, who wanted drabbles about Granny Weatherwax. Esme learns to borrow. 200 words. Also posted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Where the Wild Things are
She started small, as instructed. Opening her palm, she unpeeled the worm's existence until it fell limp. It wanted damp earth and feared the warm plain of her hand. That night she woke gasping with the bedclothes twisted, tasting earth.
The rabbit was wary, but finally she ran with it, exulting in speed and the smell of trampled clover. The other rabbits fled from their bold, laughing sister.
Solitary moles were easier, swimming through earth like it was water, earth that humans had to gouge and dig at. Deer had long, strong legs that leapt across the lonely, ragged countryside.
She flew now with soundless wings over the dark mountains, one of many. She pummelled though the cold air, buffeted by the crisp white wings of the others, sensing acceptance, losing her own self.
She was empty, light, soothed by the pale blue rim of twilight. When, after endless time, she groped for thought and couldn't find anything but wind and feathers and the need to fly, boundless terror shook the delicate form of the goose and sent it tumbling.
Miles away she woke screaming, her heart fluttering and broken, still wanting to see the Ramtops and the cavernous sky.
Rating: G
Notes: For
miome, who wanted drabbles about Granny Weatherwax. Esme learns to borrow. 200 words. Also posted at voteworksWhere the Wild Things are
She started small, as instructed. Opening her palm, she unpeeled the worm's existence until it fell limp. It wanted damp earth and feared the warm plain of her hand. That night she woke gasping with the bedclothes twisted, tasting earth.
The rabbit was wary, but finally she ran with it, exulting in speed and the smell of trampled clover. The other rabbits fled from their bold, laughing sister.
Solitary moles were easier, swimming through earth like it was water, earth that humans had to gouge and dig at. Deer had long, strong legs that leapt across the lonely, ragged countryside.
She flew now with soundless wings over the dark mountains, one of many. She pummelled though the cold air, buffeted by the crisp white wings of the others, sensing acceptance, losing her own self.
She was empty, light, soothed by the pale blue rim of twilight. When, after endless time, she groped for thought and couldn't find anything but wind and feathers and the need to fly, boundless terror shook the delicate form of the goose and sent it tumbling.
Miles away she woke screaming, her heart fluttering and broken, still wanting to see the Ramtops and the cavernous sky.
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The senses of the animals were wonderful, and the waking, at the end, still wanting to fly, is scary and great.
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And thanks!