Another Wednesday has snuck up on us. Sneaked? Hmm…I’m a writer, I should know this, right? Well, no one ever said writers know everything.
ROW80 update first, since I missed Sunday’s AGAIN, and likely will up until this session is over. The past week saw not so much progress on EoD. I am writing every day, but more often than not I’m in my sandbox playing. Sandbox? you ask. That’s what I call my notebook. It has scenes that just pop into my head, bits of stories that may never go any further, character studies…I just go there and write and don’t care about what it is, where it’s going, or why. I suppose I should really call it my gym since I’m exercising my writing muscles, but a sandbox is way more fun. Well, just start something else, you say. Um….to put it nicely, no. If I start something else I’m afraid EoD will languish and there are a few readers who would like to see the series come to completion. Also, several characters who feel the same. So I just have to clear my brain and devote all available power to the front shields. Although sometimes it feels a bit like this
Now, to your WIPpet. More with Dragon Tale. I’m giving you 23 shortish paragraphs for the 23rd. This section includes one of my favorite exchanges. Remember, you can read everything you missed by going here. If you recall, last week Dachus saw something over Jannis’s shoulder.
The dragon waited in the doorway, its head angled to watch the exchange.
A nice trip to the north, the Proupunua had told him. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself, I hear Master Jannis is a real charmer. The part about her being a hot-tempered, emerald-eyed, half-thrall must have slipped his royal mind.
“I appreciate your concern regarding the beast’s–the dragon’s–care.”
“My concern?” Her eyes widened, and she raised both hands towards Dachus’s throat before curling her fingers into fists and lowering them to her sides. “I’m going to take into consideration that you’ve likely spent your life at the propanuee’s feet, frolicking in his shadow like a well-kept imp, and forgive your ignorance. I’d suggest you swing by the coastal schools on your way home, and purchase an older, tamed, and worn out lizard for the boy. They don’t much care who pays attention to them or what they get fed, so long as the meat’s at least a few days from spoiled.”
“A lizard is not a dragon.”
She blinked. “That’s the most intelligent thing I’ve heard you say yet.”
“I cannot go back without a dragon.”
“Well then, I hope you’re not leaving family behind that will miss you.”
Dachus’s jaw fell open and didn’t close until Master Jannis and her dragon disappeared into the dark maw of the barn. He started to follow, stopped, put his hands on his hips, and stared after them. His frown deepened. How could the woman not know of the Proupunua? The absurdity of it made his head hurt. There had to be a mistake.
“You, boy!” Dachus called to a lad making his way across the yard. The boy looked around, then pointed to his own chest, brows raised in question. Dachus waved him over. “Yes, you. Come here.”
He veered from his path to wander in Dachus’s direction, approaching with a sideways slant to his posture and stopping out of arm’s reach.
“Do you know Master Jannis?” Dachus asked.
The boy rolled his eyes. “No one calls her that. Where are you from? Hinderland?”
“I am the emissary of the Proupunua’s private court.”
“And I’m a Sapphire Apprentice,” the boy said. “What’ll that buy either of us?”
“Not nearly the same, I’m afraid.” Dachus held up his hand to stop the boy from making any further meaningless claims. “Can you describe Master Jannis to me?”
A shadow drifted over them and the boy cocked his head to look up. An expression of joy spread across his face. Dachus ducked, and covered his head, peering between his arms in time to see an immense blue creature wheel above them and angle for the field beyond the barn.
The boy waved as he ran in that direction. “That’s Myrrth. I’ll tell Janni you’re looking for her.”
“No, wait.” An ear numbing bugle drowned out Dachus’s protest and he cringed. The thought occurred to him that the Proupunua hated him. Why else would he have sent Dachus on such an outrageous mission?
“Still here I see.”
Dachus flinched. He scowled at Master Jannis as she re-emerged from the barn, water sloshing from the pale she carried.
“I suppose I should offer you lodging for the night. Unless you intend to head back today?”
And that’s all I have for today. Have a great week!
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