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<strong>Make a wish.</strong> Write something that begins with a character throwing a coin into a fountain. <em>This doesn't involve wishing, really; in fact it is just a plotless excuse to work on describing scenery. Feedback appreciated for if I got the scenery... well?</em> </p>
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<p> The golden disk glimmered in the sunlight. Merely the size of a thumbprint, maybe a little larger, and every detail was something new and intriguing. The way light reflected off the back, smooth as ice, a miniature tinted mirror to gaze into. The intricate details on the front, the minuscule cat looking up at him with keen, curious eyes in its seat of metal leaves. The veins of the leaves, so small that it was incredible that they were even visible in the morning shine. The cat's whiskers, looking like they were ever-so-carefully carved by hand into the metal, curve by curve, curl by curl. The cat's tail, elegantly curved around its paws, curving upwards to wave at the words above. The tiny scroll the sat above the small feline, clearly not part of the picture but meaning just as much: <em>'Keen and swift are the unfaltering ones.' </em> It really was something beautiful, he thought as he held the coin in dexterous fingers, standing against a building's wall to glance between passersby and metal token. Maybe something to be treasured, to keep in the back of his mind when things went wrong, to warm in the palm of his hand and wear down until he died. Could even end up as a family heirloom should he keep it as neat as it was today, and give it away to only his most trusted friends, a small keepsake that can't be used to buy anything but loyalty. Maybe, if it were being held by someone different, that was the way it would have gone. But no. Pretty it was, Rain wouldn't deny that. But he wasn't about to keep it. Coins <em>were</em> meant to be used. This one would just be used in a more traditional way, for a more unconventional purpose. He carefully took the coin between thumb and index, holding it by the edge so as not to smear the design with oil. Pushing back against the wall, he strolled off to find a fountain. </p>
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<p> <em>Perfect</em>. A five minute's walk from where Rain first stood, a rearing horse posed with pride in its stone features, the piece of land it stood on weathered by rain. Water fell from its hide to the platform below, rolling down the sloping stone before reaching its destination, flowing into the small pond of granite. The pond bottom glittered, gleaming with precious metals. Coins. All were tossed there for some reason or another. Charity, spirit, religion, courtesy, tradition, or just because everyone else did it. Rain was pretty sure that nobody had thrown a coin into the clear depths just for the fun of it though. He grinned, flicked his wrist, and off went the golden cat, sitting on its bed of leaves. Soon to be sitting atop rusting copper and water-smoothed stone. It hit the surface with barely a splash, small ripples expanding from where it made its mark. The coin was surprisingly quick to sink, reaching the bottom faster than most pebbles. <em>That's new....</em> He expected the flat to at least catch some water, but apparently it just landed on its edge and sank straight. Not even a curve in its path. Odd.
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<strong>Make a wish.</strong> Write something that begins with a character throwing a coin into a fountain. <em>This doesn't involve wishing, really; in fact it is just a plotless excuse to work on describing scenery. Feedback appreciated for if I got the scenery... well?</em> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p> ~.*.*.*~ </p></div>
<p> The golden disk glimmered in the sunlight. Merely the size of a thumbprint, maybe a little larger, and every detail was something new and intriguing. The way light reflected off the back, smooth as ice, a miniature tinted mirror to gaze into. The intricate details on the front, the minuscule cat looking up at him with keen, curious eyes in its seat of metal leaves. The veins of the leaves, so small that it was incredible that they were even visible in the morning shine. The cat's whiskers, looking like they were ever-so-carefully carved by hand into the metal, curve by curve, curl by curl. The cat's tail, elegantly curved around its paws, curving upwards to wave at the words above. The tiny scroll the sat above the small feline, clearly not part of the picture but meaning just as much: <em>'Keen and swift are the unfaltering ones.' </em> It really was something beautiful, he thought as he held the coin in dexterous fingers, standing against a building's wall to glance between passersby and metal token. Maybe something to be treasured, to keep in the back of his mind when things went wrong, to warm in the palm of his hand and wear down until he died. Could even end up as a family heirloom should he keep it as neat as it was today, and give it away to only his most trusted friends, a small keepsake that can't be used to buy anything but loyalty. Maybe, if it were being held by someone different, that was the way it would have gone. But no. Pretty it was, Rain wouldn't deny that. But he wasn't about to keep it. Coins <em>were</em> meant to be used. This one would just be used in a more traditional way, for a more unconventional purpose. He carefully took the coin between thumb and index, holding it by the edge so as not to smear the design with oil. Pushing back against the wall, he strolled off to find a fountain. </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p> ~.-.-.-~ </p></div>
<p> <em>Perfect</em>. A five minute's walk from where Rain first stood, a rearing horse posed with pride in its stone features, the piece of land it stood on weathered by rain. Water fell from its hide to the platform below, rolling down the sloping stone before reaching its destination, flowing into the small pond of granite. The pond bottom glittered, gleaming with precious metals. Coins. All were tossed there for some reason or another. Charity, spirit, religion, courtesy, tradition, or just because everyone else did it. Rain was pretty sure that nobody had thrown a coin into the clear depths just for the fun of it though. He grinned, flicked his wrist, and off went the golden cat, sitting on its bed of leaves. Soon to be sitting atop rusting copper and water-smoothed stone. It hit the surface with barely a splash, small ripples expanding from where it made its mark. The coin was surprisingly quick to sink, reaching the bottom faster than most pebbles. <em>That's new....</em> He expected the flat to at least catch some water, but apparently it just landed on its edge and sank straight. Not even a curve in its path. Odd.
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