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Wheehoo! We have less than a week of official school to do. That means end-of-year paperwork and planning for next year for me. Scramble time! :-) But not so much scramble as to keep me from posting. (Woohoo for planning ahead!) A lovely bunch of spring flowers for K.L. Schwengel, our hostess.

Math = 1st digit of date + 2nd digit of date + 1st digit of year = 2 + 7 + 2 = 13 paragraphs

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

  • This snippet is a continuation of last week’s post, Addled Mind, which is a continuation of Eyeful.
  • It’s still winter and they’re still stuck trying to survive it together.
  • Arvid has learned to respect Tai and appreciate his fighting instruction. During one of their sparring matches, he slammed into a tree and sustained some injuries.
  • Arvid has now treated those injuries and applied some medicine to numb the pain and help Tai sleep. In the meantime, his head is resting on her lap.
  • First draft.

She leaned back. “Tai, you need to sleep.” She pushed his hand away, dropped her head to one side, and pretended to snore. “Sleep.”

He laughed and started playing with her hair again. “No suh-leep.” His other hand moved to her waist to give her a small tug toward him.

“That medicine is addling your mind.” It happened sometimes with slumberbark, people getting stupid. She removed his hand from her waist but let him keep messing with her hair as a compromise, like giving a baby his favorite blanket to keep him from crying over not being allowed to play with a forbidden object.

He shook his head. “Doo ay’adpikvud.”

She took it to mean, “I don’t understand.”

“You eat.” She tapped his chest. “You.” Then held the spoon up to her lips. “Eat. Then,” she lolled her head to one side and snored, “sleep.”

He touched all five fingers to his lips. “Eat. Ehsh.”

“Ehsh. Eat.”

He closed his eyes. “Suh-leep. Vehg.”

“Vehg. Sleep.” She lifted the spoon again. “But stay awake long enough to eat.”

Fingers twined through a lock of her hair, he opened dilated eyes and brushed the thumb of his free hand along her jaw. “No suh-leep.”

“And no more slumberbark for you.” She thrust the spoon toward his mouth, ready to smash it into closed lips if he didn’t react fast enough.

He did, of course, and she managed to feed him a few bites before the medicine knocked him out. Only after she ate her own stew and added logs to keep the fire going through the night, Arvid realized he still wore no trousers. She considered letting him sleep alone, but the howling wind outside convinced her to stow propriety for one night. Cheeks burning, again, she turned her back to him and tried not to think.

Lovers by Pal Szinyei Merse, 1869 Tai's hoping...

Lovers (Tai wishes) by Pal Szinyei Merse, 1869

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Good day! How are you? Whatcha been up to, lately? Anything nifty?  A lot of us northern hemisphere mom-types are wrapping up the school year and getting ready for summertime with the kiddos. How about you southern hemisphere and not-mom folks? What are you doing to get ready for the upcoming season?

My love to K.L. Schwengel for being awesome and my thanks for hosting WIPpet Wednesday.

Math = month + 3rd digit of year + 4th digit of year = 5 + 1 + 5 = 11 paragraphs

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

  • This snippet is a continuation of last week’s post, hence I included the last paragraph.
  • It’s still winter and they’re still stuck trying to survive it together.
  • Arvid has learned to respect Tai and appreciate his fighting instruction. During one of their sparring matches, he slammed into a tree and sustained some injuries.
  • This is first draft writing.
  • Second paragraph may make some very, very sensitive people feel squeamish.

Abrasions on the shoulder, nothing major. Some minor lacerations to the side, no need for stitching and the bath did its work to clean them. The thigh, however, boasted a puncture with a bit of tree and some fabric stuck in it. That must have hurt, but his smile never wavered and he moved with casual grace throughout the match. Arvid glanced at his face and found his eyes waiting to meet hers. They shone with a teasing light and gave no hint he felt any pain or embarrassment.

She fetched a small knife from her satchel, sharpened it, and offered Tai slumberbark to staunch the pain and bring on sleep while she dug out the debris. He waved away the herb. With a shrug, she dug her knife into his flesh and worked at the embedded material. His breathing grew heavy, to a long count of ten heartbeats in, ten hold, and ten out while she worked, but he made no other sound and never flinched.

She delved in with her fingers for the last bit, then pressed rags soaked in an infusion of slumberbark and woundclose into the wound and bandaged it. Satisfied and expecting him to heal with minimal scarring, she sat back on her heels and checked his state. His face looked white behind his dots and faint pain lines creased the place between his brows.

She washed and took his hand. “Tai? Are you alright?”

He smiled, but she saw the effort it took him to keep his breathing steady. She moved around to pillow his head with her lap. He kept hold of her hand until she shook it loose to feed him little spoonfuls of his dinner.

He waved the spoon away and took her hand again when she set it down. He pressed it to his heart, to let her feel the strong, steady beat, she assumed.

She smiled in approval and patted the thrumming organ. “You’re fine. The herb will make the pain go away soon.”

He caught her hand again. This time, he held it to his lips. Startled, she jerked out of his grip. He smiled and reached up to twine his fingers in her hair. “Ay’nay ru.”

She leaned back. “Tai, you need to sleep.” She pushed his hand away, dropped her head to one side, and pretended to snore. “Sleep.”

He laughed and started playing with her hair again. “No suh-leep.” His other hand moved to her waist to give her a small tug toward him.

“That medicine is addling your mind.” It happened sometimes with slumberbark, people getting stupid. She removed his hand from her waist but let him keep messing with her hair as a compromise, like giving a baby his favorite blanket to keep him from crying over not being allowed to play with a forbidden object.

Good Samaritan by Gabriel Nicolet, 1914-15.

Good Samaritan by Gabriel Nicolet, 1914-15.

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I think my witty introduction bone is broken. Oh, well. HI THERE!

Many thanks to K.L. Schwengel for hosting this lovely blog hop. Rules are below for anyone who wishes to join.

Math = date – 3rd digit of year = 13 – 1 = 12 paragraphs

Character descriptions:

Arvid 5’6″, dark copper skin, long brown hair, brown eyes, athletic build.

Taiamuk 6’3″, long red hair, gray eyes, a multitude of freckles, numerous scars, muscles a la Jackie Chan. Notable scars include three stab wounds on his right side and a long, horizontal gash across his chest. Owns one piece of clothing: trousers.

Necessary Context:

This scene happens a week or so after the last scene. Since then, Arvid has gone from desipsing Tai to respecting him. He is the best fighter she has ever seen and a willing trainer with an effective teaching style. Of course, she finds all this out doing fighty things, which I think would start to be repetitive in WIPpets, so I’m sticking to the interludes. During the most recent fighty thing, Tai fell into a sturdy bush and sustained some injuries. Also, they have learned a few of each other’s words. I cut spoilers from the first paragraph, hence the choppiness.

The trousers landed next to her. The single pair of trousers. She fixed her gaze on the stew and tried to ignore them. They teased in her peripheral vision. She tossed them away without looking when she heard Tai lower himself into the barrel of water.

His moan of relief, the first suggestion his injuries bothered him, almost drew her eyes. She needed to check the wounds when he finished his bath. His scars indicated a good familiarity with combat, but his lack of basic knowledge regarding some things puzzled her. It was as if he only trained to fight and never learned the simplest recipes for salves and tinctures to treat the resulting damage.

When the stew bubbled, she pulled it off its hook. “Dinner is ready.”

Behind her, Tai sighed, a sound of disappointment, she thought. She hoped it stemmed from a dislike of getting out of the water and not her cooking. She heard fabric rub against his skin, then the shuffle as he stretched out on the bedroll. Assuming him ready, she picked up his bowl and turned toward him.

She froze. Wherever the trousers were, they weren’t on him.

“Dinner?”

Arvid dropped her gaze to the floor, her cheeks aflame. “Trousers?”

“Ay’dehp ru’keat zudvuh may.”

She slid her eyes up to his face without stopping to see the sights along the way. “What?”

Smiling, he gestured to his shoulder, his side, then somewhere below her line of sight. She kept her eyes on his upper half. “Zudvah may.”

His wounds. He meant she needed to check his wounds and the trousers covered one of them. She took a deep breath. “Just like any man. Like Father, or Kiano, or…” she named off every male relative as she set down the bowl of stew and examined the injuries.

Abrasions on the shoulder, nothing major. Some minor lacerations to the side, no need for stitching and the bath did its work to clean them. The thigh, however, boasted a puncture with a bit of branch and some fabric stuck in it. That must have hurt, but his smile never wavered and he moved with casual grace throughout the sparring match. Arvid glanced at his face and found his eyes waiting to meet hers. They shone with a teasing light and gave no hint he felt any pain. Or embarrassment.

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To join WIPpet Wednesday…

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  2. Thank K.L. Schwengel
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  4. Enjoy good writing
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