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‘Tis WIPpet Day! I have 3 paragraphs for the 30th of July (3 +0 = 3)

I have family in town this week, so I won’t be making the rounds. I WILL make it to all of you who are kind enough to leave a comment, but it will probably take me a couple weeks.

If you’re new around here, WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly game for which participants share snippets of their works in progress. The only rule is to relate the snippet to the date in some way. You can play along or read snippets by clicking here, but before you do, be sure to buy some bananas. You’ll need them for our hostess’ flying monkeys. K.L. Schwengel and her monkeys reside here.

Last week I left Arvid up a tree, surrounded by monsters…

Arvid stared down at the creatures while her heart sank into her stomach and settled there to rile things up. The monsters’ protruding brows sloped into triangular snouts lined with toothy smiles. Straight rows of fringe began a few inches behind their brows to run along their spines down to the tips of their long tails. Broad shoulders adorned with heavy riverstone necklaces topped muscular torsos. Around their waists, they wore goatskin belts decorated with more riverstone to secure their brightly colored loincloths. Sinewy arms stretched down to five-fingered hands boasting wickedly curved claws whereas their flat feet splayed into only three sinister claws. Their scaly skin, mottled or striped in the various muted shades of moss green, stone gray, or sandy yellow, blended one monster into another until telling them apart required intense concentration.

Hoping the creatures might wake up, get bored, and leave soon, she strapped herself back to her branch. Her troublesome thoughts of the night before returned full force, with added concerns. Not only could Oya be lying dead somewhere, or holed up in her own tree, while Kiano readied himself to face the Raven Nation alone, nature was calling with intensity. True, she could handle one of those problems with only minor inconvenience to herself, but surely urinating on one’s captors did not increase the chances of survival.

The tedious morning dragged on beyond human comprehension. The sun’s smile turned mocking and cruel. Arvid scowled back at it, little good it did her, for it only climbed up over her head and beat down on her from there. Below, monsters grumbled in their sleep, or tossed now and then, but never woke and certainly never left. Once she thought one had awaken, but he… she? IT had merely punched another in its sleep. Not all of the monsters enjoyed this cuddly arrangement, then.

Look at that pile of nasty monsters! Horrifying!

Look at that pile of nasty monsters! Horrifying! You can barely tell one from another.

WIPpet BannerHappy Wednesday! As usual, I have a WIPpet for you. Today’s excerpt follows immediately upon last week’s, also as usual, and is 3 paragraphs long (from the 23rd). Arvid has taken leave of Oya, for real this time, and is on her way up the mountain…

Night fell quickly. Arvid found it harder and harder to focus her eyes in the twilight. Her thoughts alternated between worry for Kiano and Oya and the need for a safe sleeping spot. She turned them forcefully away from last night’s unpleasant events. By the time she found a tree she deemed worthy of sheltering her, the evening star twinkled its warning. Strapped to a sturdy branch, she felt only the slightest hint of security. She let the heaviness of the day drag more tears from her eyes.

The sun flickered behind Arvid’s closed eyes. The fragrance of dewy grass and honey-scented flowers wafted on the crisp air, enticing her to awaken. She gently worked the kinks out of her neck and shoulders without resentment. The pain seemed a small price to pay for the view she enjoyed from her perch. The sun rose in brilliant color, washing the earth with a golden bath of potential and hopefulness. Arvid breathed in the air as though she could breathe the light in with it. Nothing could possibly go wrong on a day that started with such beauty. Absolutely nothing. Letting out her breath, Arvid smiled at the horizon, her worry for Oya and Kiano set aside in the assurance of the bright new day.

With another sigh of contentment, she unbuckled herself from the branch of the tree and readied herself to climb down. She halted. Monsters. Monsters everywhere. A ring of them lounged against the base of the tree, fast asleep. Lounging against those monsters were more monsters, with more monsters lounging against them. There wasn’t a place to put a toe, let alone a foot, for a dozen yards in every direction.

WIPpet Wednesday is hosted by K.L. Schwengel. To visit other WIPpeteers or add your link, click here. The rules of the game are simple. Post a snippet of your WIP that relates to the date, then link up so everyone can fin you. :-)

St. Margaret by Titian. I don't know St. Margaret's story, but I like the picture. Any Catholics out there wanna fill me in? :-)

St. Margaret by Titian. I don’t know St. Margaret’s story, but I like the picture. Any Catholics out there wanna fill me in? :-) It looks like she’s in an unpleasant spot.

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FIRST OF ALL: Apologies to all the WIPpeteers. Our neighbor, Beloved and I have been refinishingour shared front deck. Between that and normal stuff, I found little personal time for visiting everyone. :-( The only reason I have a WIPpet at all is because I scheduled this last Thursday. I’ll do my best to make the rounds this week!

Hi there! Wanna know something interesting? “Thou” is singular and “you” is plural. Hence, whenever we address an individual person as “you,” we imply that they have multiple personalities. It’s true! Isn’t it marvelous!?! :-D Ah, the quirks of the English language. So much fun. I do know the history of why we dropped the “thou” and it’s just as amusing and just as well. It’s more difficult to conjugate than “you” anyway. All those -eth’s.

RANDOMNESS!!!

100 cool points to anyone who can name that movie: “If it t’were, t’would be twerrific!

“Tis the day to share WIPpets. Snippets of  W.orks I.n P.rogress that have something to do with the date. For example, my WIPpet today is 11 paragraphs, 43 sentences (yikes!), or 487 words, however you like to take it. So, I’ll just manipulate those numbers a bit to get something that loosely connects to the date. Let’s take the two 4’s and the 8 and add them to get 16, shall we? Let’s shall.

Our amazing hostess is KL. Schwengel.

She has monkeys

I should probably mention I’m the slightest bit hyper today. Look, Ma! No coffee! Wheeeeee!

No. I’m not on anything. I thought it might be fun for you guys to get a very, very, very, veryveryveryveryvery small sample of what goes on in my brain all day, every day, until the (carefully selected so as to not produce the opposite effect) classics finally lull me to sleep whilst I learn/review fun words like “flaneur,” “abstemious,” and “gloaming.”

This blurb may get seriously rearranged. I’m not sure I want to drag out the parting quite this long, but this is a first draft WIPpet, so…

“You should be heading home. Now.”

“I’ll only go a little ways. I’ll turn back in time to spend the night here and leave at dawn. I promise.”

Arvid smiled wanly at Oya. The two walked in silence. The terrain sloped into a shallow climb, the very beginnings of the foothills. Gravel and large boulders were interspersed with the trees, evidence of occasional landslides. Arvid studied the tops of the hills, looking for areas that seemed weak or unstable. Opportunities to study mountain terrain were not easy to come by in Hyarta, though, and she couldn’t discern any signs of impending doom.

As the sun reached the midway point between noon and sunset, Arvid picked out a stable-looking boulder to sit on. Oya sat next to her. They looked out across the country below them. Uttermost lay almost directly below them, resembling a collection of playhuts. How funny to think there were people in those little huts, so small and far away, who believed they could stave off war just by standing in the way of a couple women, small and insignificant like themselves. Looking down at that little town, Arvid wondered if anything anyone did really mattered at all, or if all the plans and counterplans were mere posturing.

She shook aside the thoughts. The significance of human life wasn’t the point. Well, not in a philosophical sense. Right now, a human life was very much the point. She turned to Oya. “We go our separate ways from here.”

Oya clenched her teeth and dug in her pack for a slice of bread. She chomped down hard, saying nothing and pointedly staring at the horizon.

Arvid sighed and dug into her pack for her own rations. Delaying the inevitable didn’t help, but perhaps sharing a meal couldn’t hurt either. Especially one as simple as a piece of bread and a little water.

When they gulped down the last mouthful of bread, Arvid decided it was time to get this over with. If she left now, Oya would make it back to Uttermost before sunset.

Arvid stood up, stretched, and smiled up at the mountaintop, hoping she looked at least somewhat convincing. Maybe a cheery attitude would convince Oya things would be fine. “Well, I better get a move on. Tell Kiano I said hello, would you?”

Oya stayed on the rock. A tear slid quietly down her cheek. “It’s not fair.”

Letting her façade drop, Arvid put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. The sun eased downward toward the mountaintops. The flower-scented breeze brushed her hair across her face. “No. It’s not fair.” With a gentle squeeze, she left Oya behind. How long Oya stayed on the rock, Arvid didn’t know. Her eyes blurred with tears until she barely saw the next step ahead of her, but she kept them pointed in the direction she needed to go.

The Parting, by Roland W. Reed. I don't know the circumstances of this parting, but I think the man's expression is very poignant.

The Parting, by Roland W. Reed. I don’t know the circumstances of this parting, but I think the man’s expression, taken in that context, is poignant.

 

 

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