drabble for flemmings -- fog-walking

[incandescens]

Title: fog-walking
Requester: flemmings
Series: Dragons, originally from Saiyuki Gaiden
Requested Topic: ...dragons please. Anywhere you like.
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/685692.html


The Thames is thick and slow today, and Gouen finds it unappealing, lacking in the grace and beauty that he expects of a river. But walking alongside it in the fog is pleasant, enjoying the slow burning of the gaslamps and the distant creak of wheels and clatter of hooves. This city of London lacks the elegance of a poem; if it is a dance, then it is a slowly building one, spiralling higher and higher.

But there are no winds here beside the river: only the thick dark water, pouring down towards the sea as he walks beside it.

(No, I don't know what Gouen is doing in Victorian London. He just turned up there.)

Comments

[archangelbeth]

Tourist-ing, apparently! Mmm.

[incandescens]

I suppose, while there, he should call on famous inhabitants . . .

[archangelbeth]

That does seem probable, really!

[incandescens]

And when one has eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable . . .

[liralen.livejournal.com]

Oooo... yes. I can see how the Thames would be unappealing to a Chinese water dragon...

But yum. I like seeing how he sees.

[incandescens]

Thank you!

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

I know why Gouen is in Victorian London. Give me a week and I may be able to get it in a story; if not, I'll just tell you. But a black dragon walking by the green-grey Thames is quite wonderful. Thank you.

[incandescens]

My pleasure! I will look forward to reading or hearing.

(I think the Library story is partly the cause of this image, but once I had it, it wouldn't leave me.)

[nojojojo.livejournal.com]

Lovely; I have the whole scene in my head, scents and all.

...Except I keep wanting to put Holmes somewhere nearby. Hrm.

[incandescens]

I have another drabble that I need to do . . .

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

'Tell me, Watson, why would an African gentleman of well over average height spend an entire afternoon walking the Embankment in the fog?'

'Because he was lost, of course.'

[incandescens]

When one has elimiated the impossible . . .