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dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-23 08:34 am
dragonjournal) wrote2010-10-23 08:34 am
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Bingo #5 1/5 (Final Bingo)
Title: The Stag
Prompt: Hallucinations/Visions
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: Rissa-verse fic. Spot the God/Pantheon? Virtual cookies to whoever can.
Rissa stepped out of the barn, raising a hand to shield her eyes. Even with sunglasses on, the sun was beating down on her, poking into her eyes with the subtlety of needles under the fingernails.
The last three days had been like this. The weather report said that at least another week was coming too. What she wouldn’t give for some rain! The crops needed it, as did her well. Not to mention, there needed to be a break in the bright clear sunshine at some point.
Rissa pulled the bandanna out of her back pocket and wiped her face off. She grimaced. Not even noon, and the heat index had to be approaching triple digits. She was glad that she’d sent the kids off to her brother’s house. At least there they could either stay in the air conditioning, or swim in the pool.
Walking into the house, Rissa got herself another bottle of water and drank most of it before stepping back into the heat. She wetted down her bandanna again and draped it around her neck. Grabbing her sports bottle, she turned for the barn.
The horses were all at the far end of the pasture, hiding in the shade of the trees back there. She’d go check on them in a bit, when she ran the water truck out there.
Movement caught the corner of her eye, and Rissa turned to look. There, on the edge of the forest stood a magnificent stag. Eighteen points if he had three.
Heat waves slithered over the ground as she stared into his dark eyes. For a stag to come this close to the farm, in the middle of the day meant something was wrong. She didn’t have a weapon handy and about the only thing that would help her would be a rifle anyway. That and speed.
He stood stock still, not even flies buzzing near him. He didn’t step out of the cover of the forest. Instead, the stag bowed his head to her – almost like a King to a courtier – and stepped backward into the woods.
She blinked and he was gone.
Rissa stared at her water bottle, then turned back for the house. She needed to get out of the heat. Obviously, it was messing with her mind.
Prompt: Hallucinations/Visions
Rating: G
Content Note/Warnings: Rissa-verse fic. Spot the God/Pantheon? Virtual cookies to whoever can.
Rissa stepped out of the barn, raising a hand to shield her eyes. Even with sunglasses on, the sun was beating down on her, poking into her eyes with the subtlety of needles under the fingernails.
The last three days had been like this. The weather report said that at least another week was coming too. What she wouldn’t give for some rain! The crops needed it, as did her well. Not to mention, there needed to be a break in the bright clear sunshine at some point.
Rissa pulled the bandanna out of her back pocket and wiped her face off. She grimaced. Not even noon, and the heat index had to be approaching triple digits. She was glad that she’d sent the kids off to her brother’s house. At least there they could either stay in the air conditioning, or swim in the pool.
Walking into the house, Rissa got herself another bottle of water and drank most of it before stepping back into the heat. She wetted down her bandanna again and draped it around her neck. Grabbing her sports bottle, she turned for the barn.
The horses were all at the far end of the pasture, hiding in the shade of the trees back there. She’d go check on them in a bit, when she ran the water truck out there.
Movement caught the corner of her eye, and Rissa turned to look. There, on the edge of the forest stood a magnificent stag. Eighteen points if he had three.
Heat waves slithered over the ground as she stared into his dark eyes. For a stag to come this close to the farm, in the middle of the day meant something was wrong. She didn’t have a weapon handy and about the only thing that would help her would be a rifle anyway. That and speed.
He stood stock still, not even flies buzzing near him. He didn’t step out of the cover of the forest. Instead, the stag bowed his head to her – almost like a King to a courtier – and stepped backward into the woods.
She blinked and he was gone.
Rissa stared at her water bottle, then turned back for the house. She needed to get out of the heat. Obviously, it was messing with her mind.
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