#basnaaid

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Garden's suppurating cuticles," said Seivarden. "Lieutenant, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that outside a historical drama." "They say that in /historical dramas?/" Seivarden seemed nearly as shocked by that as by the shuttle disaster Basnaaid had just told her about. "It makes you sound like the dashing hero of an entertainment." "The /heroes/ say that in historical dramas? What is the world coming to?"

Ancillary Mercy, by Ann Leckie

[smokedetective]

Basnaaid having a quiet moment with a plant as the world spins around her. 

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@cassyblue heard u like Basnaaid. So here she is! Modern AU, out in a park. Laughing at Tisarwat who just did something hella dumb on a skateboard to try to impress her. 

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@annleckie I got a little carried away with Basnaaid’s God-duck poem, the “doggerel” with no “proper mode or meter” and ............

There once was a duck who was God Who said, “It’s exceedingly odd! I fly when I wish And  swim like a fish So why aren’t more people awed?”

The God-duck, feeling so witty, Left its pond and flew towards the city. Looking at its domain, It had to refrain From feeling some sort of pity.

She landed on top of a steeple And stared down at all of the people. They all looked so small Like they weren’t there at all, Scurrying and so awfully feeble.

The pity stayed in its mind So it left the steeple behind. It flew down to the street And got caught under feet That belonged to the busy and blind.

God -duck called, “Pay attention to me! Up there you’re too tiny to see But down here you’re so tall That you think you are all Better than duck or a flea!”

“You think you’re above me, I think I’m ‘bove you We all think our opinions hold true. But I’m God in the end And yet you pretend That I’m just a duck, through and through!”

The duck stopped as if in a trance, And thought of something by sheer chance. “I don’t you you by far So what if you are All God by some weird happenstance?”

“If a duck can be God, then why not A human, frog, fish, or a pot? All creation’s the same So who’s really to blame For thinking that you are for naught?”

When this upon God-duck had dawned, It left and flew back to its pond. “I swim like a fish And I fly when I wish. What else could God possibly want?”