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Running late again. I tell ya! When these stubborn characters don’t want to go through something, they can really clam up. I did get them talking in exchange for adding a bit more warmth to an earlier scene, but not until very late last night. By the time I finished writing, I needed to go to sleep. (In Arvid and Tai’s defense, yesterday was a Day. One of my kids was special needsing all over the place. Anyway…)

Thank you, K.L. Schwengel, for hosting WIPpet Wednesday. 🙂

Math: second digit of date – first digit of date = 6 – 2 = 4 pargraphs

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:

  • Arvid suffered some serious burns to her feet.
  • Arvid and Tai kissed.

The process of treating her burns, much to Arvid’s relief, turned out to be less painful than the injury to her arm. Her supply of slumberbark helped with that. She worked quickly to keep from passing out under the influence of the drug before she finished, giving her feet a scouring even Mother would call adequate. By the time she wrapped the rags soaked in woundclose tea around her feet, it took extreme concentration to get her eyes to focus for the task.

She refused to trust Tai with the debridement, given his obvious lack of experience with treating his own wounds, but she kept hoping for him to come back to help with tying on the bandages. Her fingers felt slow and clumsy and her eyes blurred every few heartbeats. She got them tied, somehow, and slipped into dreamless sleep before he returned.

With the drug keeping her senseless, she missed it when he laid down with her and woke late and alone. It gave her a sad, empty feeling, as though their months of close cuddling to ward off the cold conditioned her to need to wake with his arms around her in order to feel she slept well. She heard him practicing his fighting in the distance and supposed the warming days gave him a sense of urgency about assuring his skills stayed strong. She didn’t blame him, but it was unfair of him to do it while she couldn’t walk. She wanted to watch, to see how fast he moved when he fought a tree or rock, or some other opponent he need not worry about killing on accident. And maybe just to ogle. Ogling, instead of concentrating on learning, for a change, sounded nice.

She shook her head to clear the thoughts and set about checking her burns. She needed to be careful. They made it this far without slipping up. To give in now would be like wearing an opponent down to the point of breaking only to step back and let him deal the killing blow without protest.  She wanted to go home and she wanted to be accepted when she got there. Even if none of the elders knew of it, she would feel the shame. As for Tai, he would go home and find women lined up to marry him. Women who spoke his language and knew how to say the things men liked to hear.

As a bonus, I’ll let you have the little snippet I warmed up for Tai in exchange for him goading Arvid into talking for me. I warmed it up for Arvid, too, but she claims it was solely embarrassment and the fear that I would heat up another such scene that got her to loosen her jaw hinges, and not any true enjoyment thereof. As for context, the literal fire is a direct result of this, though that would take some ‘splaining and spoilerin’ and I’m late as it is.

 A gust of wind swept in under the door. Tai’s shivering increased. Arvid straddled his lap to wrap her arms and legs around him, pulling the blanket tight around the both of them, and rubbed his back with fast, hard strokes to create friction to warm him. He pulled her to him, mashing her chest into his, close enough for her to feel his heartbeat His breath fell hot on her neck, swirling across her skin and, despite the frigid air’s best attempts to steal all warmth, dipped below the neckline of her dress. His day’s growth of stubble traced the length of her neck a moment before his teeth did the same, pulling together into a kiss, followed by another, and another.

 

bandage

So, if you ever need it, a contributor who goes by Syker Fotograf uploaded an entire series of photo instructions for properly bandaging one’s foot to Wikimedia Commons.

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