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Sunday Snippet, December 8, 2019

Looks like I’ll be posting from this for a while yet, maybe even long enough to find a cable for my external hard drive, or the hand written part of the story that I know I’ve seen somewhere.

This follows from last week’s snippet.

“I am seeking someone,”

“May I be of assistance?”

“I… don’t know who I’m looking for exactly,” she admitted.

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s…a Call.” Surely if he was part of this place he would understand.

“Ah, I see. Come with me. I’m sure there’s someone here who can help you.” He held out an arm, motioning her to accompany him and she fell into stride with him as he guided her along a path that wrapped around the side of the house. The path was shadowed and dark, but Kestra felt no fear or discomfort from the man’s presence; despite the fact that he was city-born she found herself trusting him.

The path opened into a large garden area. Herbs, flowers and vegetables shared the space and fruit trees lined the walls. Her guide led her to the back door and opened it, ushering her into a kitchen, the scent of food making her mouth water. The man smiled and pulled a chair out from the table, then dished out a bowl of stew and set it in front of her. “Eat,” he said. “I’ll go find someone to help you.”

“Thank you,” she said. He smiled before he disappeared through a doorway, leaving her to her meal and a few moments of peace to gather her thoughts, which were whirling. Kestra wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to be met with here in the city, but this warmth and welcome hadn’t been it.

 

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, December 1, 2019

This follows from last week’s snippet. No luck yet on a cable for my ancient external hard drive. (There’s no guarantee this will be on there anyhow.)

“Welcome.”

She had sensed his presence before he spoke, and she turned to face him. “Thank you,” she replied, studying him. 

He was tall and muscular, his build and stance speaking of a lifetime of training in the ways of war, and she found herself wondering how he came to belong here, in this haven. 

“Do you seek sanctuary for the night, Traveler?” His words were formal, but his voice and eyes were warm.

“I…” Kestra hesitated. She knew the city would be more dangerous at night, but the sense of urgency from the Call was growing. “I am seeking someone,” she finished, not sure how much she could tell him.

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 24, 2019

This follows from last week’s snippet since people seemed to want more of it. (I do have more typed up, but there is more of it somewhere else, I’m sure of it. This past week I found an old external hard drive and as soon as I find a cable that I can use to access it (it has a teeny tiny port) I’ll see what’s on there and hope that “SRish” is one of them.)

A whisper of peace caught her attention and she turned toward it. Sanctuary. A small secluded area near the gates, a shelter for the rare traveler from the Wilds. Gratefully she slipped through its open gates and felt the pressure ease as she stepped into a courtyard, her dark brown eyes taking in her surroundings.

Ahead of her stood a tall stone building. Ornate columns rose on either side of its heavy double doors, and a warm light glowed through the windows. It was just as she remembered it, and yet, it wasn’t. Something felt different. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it persisted. A flowering vine softened the stone with its fragrant embrace and she drew the scent deeply into her lungs, feeling her head swim slightly from the fragrance. She let her breath out slowly and tried to relax, but the strangeness of the place kept her slightly on edge, slightly wary.

“Welcome.”

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 17, 2019

I’ve been having trouble deciding what to post for snippets this month. I don’t want to do ones from my NaNoWriMo project because I’m already snipping from it for Rainbow Snippets. So, I started poking around my files looking at WiPs and starts and whatnots and decided to post a start from a different project each week. Most of these won’t have much more (if any) other than what is posted, but it’s kind of fun to drag stuff out and dust off the cobwebs and take a fresh look at it.

This snippet is from a story which is annoying me. Not the story itself, but the knowledge that I have a whole lot more of it written. Somewhere. Maybe someday I’ll learn to name my files better.

 

Kestra crouched on the hill looking down into the city. It had been years since she had been inside its walls and she was in no hurry to go back, yet the pull, the Call, was unmistakable and unrelenting. And she had accepted it, and must go where it led her.

With a sigh she rose and adjusted her leather backpack, then made her way down the hill into the deepening shadows of the valley. 

The hill top was still touched with sunlight as she reached the gates of the city, bracing herself against the onslaught of noise and garish lights and the scents of garbage and too many people. She felt her shields go up as the press of so many minds and souls battered at her and she gripped her staff more tightly, drawing a deep breath and struggling to stay centered.

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 10, 2019

I’ve been having trouble deciding what to post for snippets this month. I don’t want to do ones from my NaNoWriMo project because I’m already snipping from it for Rainbow Snippets. So, I started poking around my files looking at WiPs and starts and whatnots and decided to post a start from a different project each week. Most of these won’t have much more (if any) other than what is posted, but it’s kind of fun to drag stuff out and dust off the cobwebs and take a fresh look at it.

This week’s excerpt actually has a title associated with it: The Jewel of Elin. (This is very rough and that last sentence is a grammatical nightmare.)

“Well?” Semer’s eyes glittered with avarice. “Give it to me.”

“I don’t have it.”

Avarice was replaced by fury. “Failure is not an option.”

His guards started forward, drawing their weapons.

“I haven’t failed. I just haven’t succeeded yet.” I ignored his guards and turned my attention to Livaren, my chief rival. “It was not where I was told it would be. Maybe if I’d had better information about the gem’s whereabouts you would have your precious bauble.”

“I…” Livaren sputtered, not knowing what to say.

“Poor information is no excuse. You were not to return without the Elin Stone.”

I turned my gaze back to Semer. “The word on the streets is that it is no longer in the Tarums’ mansion. Apparently someone else got it first. Someone who knew where it was. Someone,” I paused, looking back at Livaren, “who perhaps wants it for himself.”

I reached into Livaren’s coat pocket and drew forth the gem I’d been sent to steal: the Jewel of Elin, the largest green diamond ever found, said to be possessed of great power, and great evil.

“I… I didn’t… I don’t know how that got there!” Livaren was sweating, pleading for his life as Semer’s guards advanced on him.

I smiled and turned away as my rival’s blood spilled onto the floor.

He didn’t know how the gem got into his pocket, but I did.

After all, I didn’t say “I didn’t get it” I said, “I didn’t have it.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, November 3, 2019

This follows from last week’s post and is likely to be the last snippet from this story until I get more written, but since it’s not my NaNoWriMo project and has been on a back burner for over a year, that’s likely to be a while.

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

“And don’t expect to get paid for today.”

“Well, at least he didn’t fire you,” Ozell said helpfully.

“I almost wish he had – then he could collect his own jellyfish tentacles.”

“You’ll find more than jellyfish tentacles tomorrow,” Ozell said cheerfully. “Oh, yes, you will. And maybe you’ll need that potion you didn’t make.” 

“Pfft! You know I’m not interested in that.”

“Sez you!”

She ignored him and pondered what to do with the contents of the cauldron, finally deciding to just move it off of the fire to cool and let Tuiee deal with it. After all, if she wasn’t getting paid, she wasn’t going to do any extra work. Besides, he seemed interested in finding out what it did, and if she dumped it and it held any value he would not be happy, especially since they didn’t know how to recreate it.

With that accomplished she crossed the rest of the small lot behind Tuiee’s shop and vaulted over the low fence at the back.

“Hey! Where you going?” he shouted after her.

“If I’m not getting paid I’m going home,” she called back and people poked their noses out to see what was going on.

“You’re fired!” he shouted.

“Good! Go get your own tentacles!” she retorted as everyone returned to whatever they had been doing: the disturbance had been nothing more than Tuiee firing Chollee – again.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 27, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating. It’s currently on a back burner but he told me to go ahead and have fun with it.

A word about the characters. Their race was described to me as “Jamaican rat people.” Okay, well, not quite in those words. I kind of picture them sort of like Splinter from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but with a Jamaican culture.

“What did you put in this, you little fleabite?”

“Only what you gave me to put in it,” she retorted.

“Hm.” He held the vial up to the sun and squinted through it. “Some sort of poison, I think,” he muttered, talking more to himself than her. Stoop shouldered, with a muzzle gone gray and whiskers that were nearly translucent, his watery eyes were still sharp. “Bah! This is no good! I sell this in my shop I go to jail!” He glared at her for a moment, then shook his head. “Only what I gave you to put in it?”

She nodded.

He took the spoon from her and sniffed it then carefully poked the little bit of liquid on it with one claw, then sniffed that and cautiously licked it, only to spit it out again. “This is going to take some time,” he said. “But I think the jellyfish tentacles were too old.” He glared at her as if trying to blame her for the lack, then glanced at the sky. “It’s going to storm tonight,” he said, apparently at random. “In the morning, take some buckets and collect new jellyfish tentacles and try again tomorrow. Don’t get stung.” He turned and started back toward the rear door of his shop. “And don’t expect to get paid for today.”

 

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 20, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

“Keep on believing it,” Ozell said. “Things are going to change and you’ll need him someday.”

She stopped and looked up at the spirit, but Ozell had chosen to be invisible. “Are you being prophetic or annoying?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied smugly and she swung the spoon at him before stabbing it viciously back into the contents of the cauldron, now including him in her litany of people, places, and things to be cursed.

“So, how is my little sweetheart doing with the love potion?” another voice – this one corporeal – asked. “Is it ready for the two of us to sample, eh?” 

She stopped stirring as Tuiee approached and looked into the cauldron. He frowned and drew a glass vial from a pocked of his robe and carefully dipped some of the liquid out. “This is no love potion,” he said, studying it. “What did you put in this, you little fleabite?”

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 13, 2019

This follows from last week’s post. (The love potion in question ate away at some stones.)

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

 

“Now, now. What’s Tuiee going to say when he sees what his love potion does, hm?”

Chollee snorted. “As if I care what that fat no-talent shopkeeper has to say!”

“Ooooh… he’s going to fire you!”

She shrugged. “He fires me every week.”

“And you keep working.”

“He pays well. And he needs me.” 

The truth was, Tuiee had always been very good to her, and she truly did love the old man, even though she seriously doubted his stories of being a grand wizard. 

“Keep on believing it,” Ozell said. “Things are going to change and you’ll need him someday.”

 

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Sunday Snippet, October 6, 2019

Switching things up a bit for a bit, posting from a barely started rough draft that has no name yet.

(A bit more background about this story. It was started to go along with a D20tabletop RPG that a friend was creating.  I have no idea where his project currently stands; I should probably ask him.)

Chollee gave the contents of the cauldron an angry stir, muttering curses under her breath. The midday sun and disturbing lack of ocean breeze did nothing to improve her mood and she directed curses at them as well as the cauldron, the contents of the cauldron, the fire under the cauldron, and the owner of the cauldron.

Not genuine curses of course: she wasn’t quite that angry – except maybe at the owner of the cauldron. She gave contents another stir and a few drops splashed out, landing on the stones of the fire pit and hissing angrily as they ate away at one.

“I thought that was supposed to be a love potion?” a voice said curiously.

“Go away, Ozell. I’m not in the mood.”

“Obviously,” the voice snickered and she splashed some of the liquid in its general direction.

 

 

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