Fic: Harvest (Legend of the Seeker, G, Jennsen)
Title: Leather
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Jennsen
Word Count: 320
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Jennsen - planting a garden'. Also for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aithine, because she asked for this prompt.
Summary: Her mother says that they need for nothing, and in a way she’s right.
-o-
There are times when Jennsen longs for company, for faces other than her mother’s or the few traders who venture this far inland. She knows that it is selfish, that the world is wicked and her mother has been hurt by it, but it would be nice to have a conversation with someone other than her goat.
Her mother says that they need for nothing, and in a way she’s right. The goat provides milk, a steady stream of it, and Jennsen drinks it still steaming on winter mornings when the sky overhead is cold and crisp and clear. The river provides fish, and Jennsen has spent many a summer morning with her line in the water, leaning over to tickle the unwary river trout until she can ease them out onto the bank with a flick of her wrist. There is honey in summer and bountiful berries in the autumn, and apples, growing crisp and sharp on the ancient trees.
But spring is Jennsen’s favourite season, when her garden is planted and hoed to her satisfaction, and the first tendrils of the year’s offerings are rearing their heads. There is something hopeful in the buds that venture forth, the way that they uncurl and stretch into the still pale sun, so vulnerable and fragile to a late frost. Jennsen nurtures them, waters and tends to them like an anxious mother, swaddling them against cool nights and sheltering them from the flurries of spring showers. And they reward her with their first blossoms as the days grow longer, just waiting to burst into life, to bring forth a bounty of beans and berries, marrows and pumpkins and more.
Jennsen longs for company, but when she sits among the flowers, feeling the sun on her face the way that their petals must drink it in, she thinks that maybe – if she tries hard enough – she could be content with this.
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: G
Characters: Jennsen
Word Count: 320
Disclaimer: Original source and characters belong to Terry Goodkind and Disney/ABC. This is a not for profit fanfiction, written for sheer love of the show.
Author's Notes: Written for the
legendland marathon challenge, using the prompt 'Jennsen - planting a garden'. Also for aithine, because she asked for this prompt.Summary: Her mother says that they need for nothing, and in a way she’s right.
-o-
There are times when Jennsen longs for company, for faces other than her mother’s or the few traders who venture this far inland. She knows that it is selfish, that the world is wicked and her mother has been hurt by it, but it would be nice to have a conversation with someone other than her goat.
Her mother says that they need for nothing, and in a way she’s right. The goat provides milk, a steady stream of it, and Jennsen drinks it still steaming on winter mornings when the sky overhead is cold and crisp and clear. The river provides fish, and Jennsen has spent many a summer morning with her line in the water, leaning over to tickle the unwary river trout until she can ease them out onto the bank with a flick of her wrist. There is honey in summer and bountiful berries in the autumn, and apples, growing crisp and sharp on the ancient trees.
But spring is Jennsen’s favourite season, when her garden is planted and hoed to her satisfaction, and the first tendrils of the year’s offerings are rearing their heads. There is something hopeful in the buds that venture forth, the way that they uncurl and stretch into the still pale sun, so vulnerable and fragile to a late frost. Jennsen nurtures them, waters and tends to them like an anxious mother, swaddling them against cool nights and sheltering them from the flurries of spring showers. And they reward her with their first blossoms as the days grow longer, just waiting to burst into life, to bring forth a bounty of beans and berries, marrows and pumpkins and more.
Jennsen longs for company, but when she sits among the flowers, feeling the sun on her face the way that their petals must drink it in, she thinks that maybe – if she tries hard enough – she could be content with this.