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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!?! 😀 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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