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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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