Daily Archives: August 21, 2013

Healing Magic – a WIPpet/ROW80 post


Wednesday morning–fortunately not 3am though.  Time for another WIPpet post and ROW80 check-in.

Today is the 21th of August, so here are 22 sentences, plus one bonus sentence to finish the paragraph, from my Was Variation fanfic.  It’s where the passion lies at the moment.  I do hope you have fun with it.

As  I noted before, the Was Variation involves characters from Swan Song “all growed up” (so to speak).  I love playing with character change and evolution.  In this scene let’s reacquaint  ourselves with Atyr.  She’s a lot more relaxed around people these days, but she still has problems with her religious order and the mistake she made back in Wrong.

(To explain the WIPpet math, I took all the numbers by sets of two as it would be used in data entry: 08 for August, 21 for the day, the year separated into 20 and 13.  Then I added, subtracted, and added 08+21-20+13=22)

Her gaze fell on the bed. She took in the fading purple light of the stasis field first, then the man’s appearance. She clicked her tongue, suddenly understanding and wishing she did not. “Interesting….”

Gillian agreed. “Definitely. I recognize the spell she used. It shouldn’t be dissipating, not at that strength.”

That man…. Atyr nearly spat. No wonder he’d been willing to bargain for Sven and Lyarr. “One of your pupils, I see.”

“Not at all. He’s like this will most healing magic. He’s fortunate he watches out for his neck.”

Without touching the man, she walked around the bed, studying him. The square jaw, the raven hair, the build…. Maybe she was wrong. But the blood was old and strong. Atyr  shook her head. “He’s not like this with all magic. You’ve cured him before.”

Gillian didn’t debate that. “I can’t fix this.”

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Not exactly a Harvest MoonI’ve been writing and reading, and icky sick…  Today I’m trying to catch up on all of my sponsor duties that I missed Monday and yesterday.  My apologies for falling behind.   I hope to see everyone on my list before I go to bed tonight.

I also hope to get down to the Basic Reservoir and try to get a shot of the full moon rising over the water this evening too.  Last night the moon was so lovely and full…  and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep.

There will be other moons.  But since I woke up at about 2:30am and stood staring out the window at it for a time, I thought I would try tonight.  Something is drawing it to me….

Maybe it’s the song, as it ran through my head, driving by discussions with Shan Jeniah about singing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Old Friends” at the Northeast Unschooling Conference this weekend.  But last night, Wednesday Morning 3AM, I was up and pensive and … aware that “the morning was just a few hours away”.

What about you?  Do you find yourself waking up at odd hours during the full moon?  What state of mind are you in when (if) you do?