And another for my Ran Fan/Ling claim over at 4purposes...
Title: On the Spice-Bearing Mountains
Author: Tiamat’s Child
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing and/or Character: Ran Fan/Ling
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I did not invent the kiddos and am making no money.
Summary: Ran Fan goes to find Ling.
Warnings: None.
Prompt Used: Spring: spring will be a little slow to start
On the Spice-Bearing Mountains
“Ran Fan, child,” her master’s aunt called down the line of rabbit hutches to where Ran Fan was nailing back a section of screen, “Go and find my nephew! He went after an escaping goat and your cousin is terribly distraught.”
Ran Fan raised her head and set her hammer and her box of nails on top of the damaged hutch. “Yes, lady.”
“I’ll get the tools for you,” she called as Ran Fan sprinted away across the grass.
“Thank you, lady!” Ran Fan shouted back over her shoulder.
Then she was gone, vaulting over the low wall that lined the road.
Ran Fan ran, her feet bare on the packed clay path that led up the mountain. Up and up, till she found herself slower, her mind quieter, never mind how hard she tried to fight it. Altitude, child, her master’s aunt had told her, You may be from the high plains but here we are higher still. There’s less oxygen. Watch yourself.
Ran Fan was a practical girl. She slowed, letting her body have what it wanted. It was better to go slower, besides, because she did not want to miss her master. She might, if she went too fast.
It was wet, and her master was not trying to hide his trail. With no goats to watch it was easy to follow him, to trace the place where he had left the path and struck off up the slope.
Up she went, up and up, till she took a bouncing step up a rise and saw her master, his feet as solid on the slope as his aunt’s goats, looking back up the slope to where a line of small silk flags were knotted on an evergreen tree.
He had a goat kid slung across his shoulders, making vaguely piteous goat noises as he held its legs so it wouldn’t fall. He smiled at Ran Fan when he turned to face her.
She pressed her bare toes more firmly into the damp earth. She’d known her master was getting deeper in the chest lately, and his hands were starting to suit his size. She didn’t know why she was surprised at him.
His hair was wet and coming loose.
“Come to help?” he asked, warm and easy, even though his voice switched registers in the middle.
We’re growing up, she thought, and the thought twisted her gut sharp and hard. “Did you need help, Master?” she asked, clasping her hands behind her back.
“No, not really,” he said, cheerful, “I found it!”
“Young master is clever,” Ran Fan said, her pulse speeding up. She could feel the blood in her throat even without reaching to touch the vein.
He laughed and took two steps to her. “Walk with me,” he said, looking down to her.
“Yes,” she said, because her pupils were wide, she knew, the sun was nearly painful on them, and she thought her own voice would crack.
They went down the mountain together.
Author: Tiamat’s Child
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing and/or Character: Ran Fan/Ling
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I did not invent the kiddos and am making no money.
Summary: Ran Fan goes to find Ling.
Warnings: None.
Prompt Used: Spring: spring will be a little slow to start
On the Spice-Bearing Mountains
“Ran Fan, child,” her master’s aunt called down the line of rabbit hutches to where Ran Fan was nailing back a section of screen, “Go and find my nephew! He went after an escaping goat and your cousin is terribly distraught.”
Ran Fan raised her head and set her hammer and her box of nails on top of the damaged hutch. “Yes, lady.”
“I’ll get the tools for you,” she called as Ran Fan sprinted away across the grass.
“Thank you, lady!” Ran Fan shouted back over her shoulder.
Then she was gone, vaulting over the low wall that lined the road.
Ran Fan ran, her feet bare on the packed clay path that led up the mountain. Up and up, till she found herself slower, her mind quieter, never mind how hard she tried to fight it. Altitude, child, her master’s aunt had told her, You may be from the high plains but here we are higher still. There’s less oxygen. Watch yourself.
Ran Fan was a practical girl. She slowed, letting her body have what it wanted. It was better to go slower, besides, because she did not want to miss her master. She might, if she went too fast.
It was wet, and her master was not trying to hide his trail. With no goats to watch it was easy to follow him, to trace the place where he had left the path and struck off up the slope.
Up she went, up and up, till she took a bouncing step up a rise and saw her master, his feet as solid on the slope as his aunt’s goats, looking back up the slope to where a line of small silk flags were knotted on an evergreen tree.
He had a goat kid slung across his shoulders, making vaguely piteous goat noises as he held its legs so it wouldn’t fall. He smiled at Ran Fan when he turned to face her.
She pressed her bare toes more firmly into the damp earth. She’d known her master was getting deeper in the chest lately, and his hands were starting to suit his size. She didn’t know why she was surprised at him.
His hair was wet and coming loose.
“Come to help?” he asked, warm and easy, even though his voice switched registers in the middle.
We’re growing up, she thought, and the thought twisted her gut sharp and hard. “Did you need help, Master?” she asked, clasping her hands behind her back.
“No, not really,” he said, cheerful, “I found it!”
“Young master is clever,” Ran Fan said, her pulse speeding up. She could feel the blood in her throat even without reaching to touch the vein.
He laughed and took two steps to her. “Walk with me,” he said, looking down to her.
“Yes,” she said, because her pupils were wide, she knew, the sun was nearly painful on them, and she thought her own voice would crack.
They went down the mountain together.