A Little Pretty Prose

Hola children!

I don't really have much time to write here, as I've been working on my book right up to the last moment again. Instead of giving you a proper update, I thought I'd post a little pretty prose that I pounded out. This is actually from yesterday's writing, but I like it so it's what you're getting and you can all be grateful and thank me for it MUAHAHHAA.

^This is why I should never have power.

Anyway, in this scene, Bryn, Mer, Pilot, and Bard are on Pilot's plane, headed for HQ:


"Then they were upon it, shooting down an alley of white beech, the glowing bark like runway lights amidst the darkness of the forest. The path turned slightly, but Pilot was prepared, dipping her other wing and curving through the wood before the alley narrowed once more. Twelve breathless seconds and then they were out, the bottom of the plane sluicing through a cerulean blue pool, kicking up water in robins’ egg waves. The plane skipped like a stone, sliding through the water, looping gracefully until it came to rest beneath arched, obscuring pine branches.

Mer released Bryn’s hand. He shook it, cocking an eyebrow at Mer as he let it flop, useless, from his wrist. Mer smacked the hand, which he snatched back protectively. Mer grinned, then stood, moving to the window. Bryn joined her, and together they surveyed their surroundings.

They were on a lake. Blue water rippled around them, tossed by the early autumnal air. Translucent green leaves danced on gently-waving trees, their tips just tinged with gold. Overhead, grey geese cried grey cries, urging each other on, crying not yet, not yet, not yet.

There were structures in the distance. Wooden shambles, crumbling in on themselves, long forgotten. Their skeletal remains reached towards the sky in supplication, raising their hands with prayers that were never heard.

“It’s beautiful,” Mer said, her spirits descending from the high of the flight. The lake was all citrine and gamboge and azure; but the birds flew above it, and the wind hurried through it, and a melancholy nestled within this oasis from the regulated world.

Mer shifted, unconsciously moving closer to Bryn. Their hands brushed, and she stepped away, not wanting to crowd him. Bryn didn’t move, however. He stood, one hand on the back of his chair, gazing out at their enclosure. Mer drifted back towards him, intentionally, this time. Their hands brushed, and, in a moment of bald courage, she slipped her hand into his. Bryn hesitated, then closed his fingers around her own. They stood, the season falling around them, watching the lake slumber before their eyes."


That was fun to write! If it's not painfully obvious, I am super excited for Fall :D

Anyway, time to head down to the Cock & Bowl for a delicious, delicious Scaldis with friends. Audi!


Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 74,144
Writing Mode: Satisfied