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We’re coming into the home stretch of our crazy times. I’m looking forward to things getting back to routine, for sure. Apologies if I miss any WIPpets this week.

A tired wave to K.L. Schwengel. May her upcoming weekend be of the nice, quiet, peaceful variety.

Math = 15 paragraphs for 2015 (under 500 words)

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 comes immediately after last week’s WIPpet and is the second of three posts that make up a single scene. In case you didn’t catch onto it, Tai is doing his darndest to get Arvid to have a little fun that doesn’t involve sparring. Oh, and, by the way, he’s never heard her laugh. Ever.

“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 around the room. Although he held his smug smile no matter what happened in a sparring match, he made strange faces while dancing, as though the effort it took him to remember the steps cost him the dignity of his face. Arvid covered her lips to catch the laugh that wanted to escape when his lips twisted into a caricature of a frown.

Tai hit a high note in his song, his voice soaring into a womanly falsetto. As he did, he leaped in the air. His body arched into a graceful, breathtakingly beautiful pose, but the expression on his face reminded Arvid of the faces Kiano made when mother made him take medicine as a little boy. She dropped her hand and guffawed

Tai halted to stare at her with his mouth gaping. “Ru’nulayd”

He looked like a fish with his mouth hanging open like that. A spotty, red fish. She laughed again and shook her head. “You look ridiculous.”

“Ru’nul’p.” He repeated the move she found so funny, this time without the silly expression.

She chuckled, amused he wanted  a few more times at his antics before waving him to sit down. “You’ll need another bath if you keep that up.”

His smile broad, he plopped onto the floor beside her and gave her a little push. “Ru’pudev do. You dance.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “No.”

“Please. I dance for you.”

She thought of his odd expressions and wondered if she made similar faces when she danced. Certain Nairi festivals required dancing and all children learned the simplest steps, but she lacked the finesse of those who took the time to learn the complicated ceremonial dances.

Tai nudged her with an elbow. “Please.”

After laughing at him, she supposed it only fair to give him an opportunity to laugh at her. She got to her feet and moved to the middle of the floor. The dance she remembered best told the story of how helenberries got their name, a favorite among little children. She knelt into the starting position, hummed a few notes to freshen her memory, then started on the song.

Tai rested his forearms on his knees and watched without laughing. His smile faded, but not in a bad way. Arvid got the idea he wanted to hear the story and listened to her words despite the barrier of their languages. When she finished with the traditional bow, he stood and clapped.


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