Wedding, 1 holiday, and 2 birthdays down, but the craziness continues around here. Today is Artist’s birthday and we have the biggest plans ever for celebrating. For those of you who don’t know yet, I have four children. On my author social media, which is super-dee-uper public, they go by Reader (girl, 13), Artist (girl, 11 today!), Builder (boy, 8), and Giggles (girl, 6).
A slice of birthday cake for the talented K.L. Schwengel, our gracious hostess.
Math = month + last two digits of year – date – 1st digit of year = 7 + 15 – 1 – 2 = 19 paragraphs (under 500 words)
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.
Happens after the last post. This is the first of three WIPpets that make up one scene.
Arvid unfolded the rag she kept the candy in. One piece remained. She thought she made an even number. She and Tai each got a piece the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that. She stared at the candies, brows drawn, and tried to figure out where she lost count.
The candy disappeared. Arvid sighed. That solved that mystery. She folded the rag and gave Tai the kind of exasperated look she gave Kiano whenever he ate all the pie.
Tai smiled and held up the piece of candy. “Ru’tam cheash ish.”
Arvid rolled her eyes. She stopped fighting for candy years ago. She threw the rag into the bath water to soak until morning.
Tai dropped his shoulders and tilted his head to one side. “Ru’tam, Ayrvid. Ru’gir zif ay.” He smiled, lifted the candy again, and wiggled it in the air.
Arvid stuck a hand on her hip and quirked her eyebrows. “No.”
Tai waved the candy in her face. “Ru’azaif ru’zad ish.”
Irritated with the behavior and seeing the chance to test her speed, she snatched at the candy. He pulled it back as she brushed his fingers, but she raised her eyebrows, impressed with her own improvement. A little while ago, she would not have been able to touch him at all.
His smiled broadened. “Good. Ru’tehayd luvshik.” He held the candy out again.
Arvid pushed his hand away and shook her head. “Once is enough.”
Tai’s shoulders drooped again. “Ayrvid, ru’zikt shayn an. Ru’gir loof kirdch.” He set the candy against her lips.
She drew back and gave him a confused look. “What—“
He slipped the candy between her teeth. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head again. He was so weird. He treated everything like a game, be it sparring or filling the water barrel. She thought this last display topped them all, though, for childishness.
Then he started hopping and twirling around the room, all the while humming something, and she corrected her opinion.
She rubbed her hands over her face and groaned. She recognized dancing when she saw it, but this bouncey, twirly, leapy stuff looked nothing like the graceful dances she learned as a child. On his next spin past her, Tai swooped down to haul her up by the waist and pulled her into the purposeless movements with him.
“What are you doing! Let me go, you big lug!”
“Ru’pudev zif ay, Ayrvid.”
“I don’t want to dance.” She punctuated each word with a tug away.
He let her go on the last word but kept humming his silly tune and prancing about the room.
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