for onapostcard: Clean sky

[rude_not_ginger]

Some turn to rambling round
Looking for a clean sky
And a drinking stream
--Banquet, Joni Mitchell



Dear Jenny,

I'm on Satampico 5. Everything is impossibly green. Especially the sky. It's enough to give one a bit of a headache after a while. All the same, it made me think of you and, well, that's why I'm sending you a postcard. I think it's the shocking brightness of it all.

Before you ask, Donna's doing just fine. Well, relatively fine. Well, once the ointment takes affect then the Venusian rash will go down and then she'll be right as rain. And no matter what she might write you and say, it was not my fault that she ended up in that tree.

There's almost no plant life here. It's very eerie and somewhat startling, how smooth and ordered everything is. The coldness reminds me a bit of home. Well, my old home. Your old home too, technically. Just not nearly so colorful.

Well, that's all for now, I'm afraid! The guards have found my hiding spot and I'm off to running again!

Be safe!

Love,
Dad

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150

Comments

[love-therunning.livejournal.com]

It always amazes her when things find their way to her. It's not as if she wants to sit around trying to figure out how it works, but one of these days she feels that there will be a need to ask, and maybe... just maybe he'll actually make sense answering her.

The conversation goes on in her head and it usually involves him stating something about how everything has a path and she's just following one of them and sooner or later all paths cross and then she'll just smile and nod. The smiling and nodding seems to help, but really all she'd have to do is ask him what happens when the path crosses over what she's already done and then he'd be quiet again.

Still she finds it... or rather it finds her. It's likely it was simply shoved into a crevasse in the cave walls, but still she can't help but be slightly curious as to the green thick stock of paper that's jutting out at her. Yanking on it frees it and seeing her name on it nearly makes her jump in the air.

Nearly.

Very nearly.

Okay she jumps, but just a tiny bit. Enthused and what not.

Reading it she beams and flips it over to take a peek at the image on the front. It really is green. A horrid green, but at the same time it makes her want to go there all the same.

"Satampico 5." Jenny repeats the word out loud and looks over her shoulder. She thought she heard something.

Probably nothing.

Maybe something.

Okay so maybe it's the guard she thought she lost a few turns back.

Okay so it is the guard and she hears the words bellow out at her.

"Sorry to read and run Dad, but I'm sure you know how it is," she calls out as she shoves the post card into her pocket and makes another quick turns down the halls.

She'll write him back.

If she can ever figure out how exactly he does that thing with them just showing up where she is.

Maybe she'll ask him one day, and maybe he'll actually explain it.

[tinadoll.livejournal.com]

Very nice! Very VERY nice

[kickair8p.livejournal.com]

Does it violate etiquette to ask where you got the artwork? I'd love to get that in a higher res for wallpaper.

As for the fic, liked both the concept and execution -- very, very Ten. Made me smile.

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