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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 12:46 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 12:46 pm
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Live with Honor (Mulan gen)
Title: Live With Honor
Length: 147 words
Prompt: Heroine Drabble with at least three of the following elements: a flower/flowers; "she looked up..."; a body of water i.e. ocean, lake, puddle, river etc; color white; sunrise/sunset for December Writing Contest at So Magical the Original Disney Trading Card Game
Pairing: Mulan gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She'd always been a little different, sure, but she had the same goal as any of the young women in the village-- to play her parts, to live with honor.
Mulan knew who she was supposed to be-- a daughter, a bride, a wife, a mother. The roles had been ingrained into her since birth, practically. They were as familiar as the pond in the yard, the sunrise, the flowers blooming in the spring.
She'd always been a little different, sure, but she had the same goal as any of the young women in the village-- to play her parts, to live with honor. Maybe she couldn't sew as well as Changying, and she couldn't cook as well as Huan, and she was much more headstrong than any of them. But she knew her place.
She never thought her place could be somewhere totally different until she saw the look of resignation in her father's eyes. There had to be a better way. There had to be.
Or she would die to find it.
Length: 147 words
Prompt: Heroine Drabble with at least three of the following elements: a flower/flowers; "she looked up..."; a body of water i.e. ocean, lake, puddle, river etc; color white; sunrise/sunset for December Writing Contest at So Magical the Original Disney Trading Card Game
Pairing: Mulan gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She'd always been a little different, sure, but she had the same goal as any of the young women in the village-- to play her parts, to live with honor.
Mulan knew who she was supposed to be-- a daughter, a bride, a wife, a mother. The roles had been ingrained into her since birth, practically. They were as familiar as the pond in the yard, the sunrise, the flowers blooming in the spring.
She'd always been a little different, sure, but she had the same goal as any of the young women in the village-- to play her parts, to live with honor. Maybe she couldn't sew as well as Changying, and she couldn't cook as well as Huan, and she was much more headstrong than any of them. But she knew her place.
She never thought her place could be somewhere totally different until she saw the look of resignation in her father's eyes. There had to be a better way. There had to be.
Or she would die to find it.