Another piece of the Was Long Variation…. We’re into the next morning and that sparring match is coming up.
Simple maths: 8 short paragraphs: (7 + 9) /2 =8 short paragraphs (after tossing away the 1+5=6 from last week’s post)
The governess looked like a giant compared to the rest of the Queen’s staff, but she danced like a little girl as she dodged her youngest charge. Mystii and another girl came up behind her. The kitchen maids set down two huge trays of food in the center of the table
There were stacks of waffles (Jayce could smell the rich malty flour), bowls of whipped fresh cream, berries of several kinds, plates of toast, carafes of milk and juice…. A small pot that smelled of coffee was placed between Tiiran and Keith.
His mother arrived next. Her hair was pulled back in tight braid. The woman’s skin-tight black bodysuit added to the stark effect. She smiled at her family and guests, each in turn, a smile that hinted at her more mild nature but did not allow it free. She sat down. The first one to reach for the food, the queen served herself half a waffle, two full cups of berries, and piled half a serving bowl’s worth of the whipped cream on top of her meal.
“Mom! Leave some for us!” cried Nytramli.
“Quiet, Martyn,” scolded Shenta. She waved behind her to another serving girl who set out two more bowls of cream. “There’s plenty made.”
His step-brother promptly dug in.
Next to him, Tiiran looked at the queen. “Martyn?”
His mother laughed. “Yes. Martyn is Nytram spelled backward. Speaking of Nytram….” She looked over at the boy as he was finally passing the bowl to Andreya. “Martyn, dear, would you take Tiiran down to the weapons room after we eat and help him pick out–?” She turned back at the captain. “What kind of match do you prefer?”
There, all done! Now why don’t you all head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members. Toast and croutons to KLSchwengel for hosting the sprint and putting up with all our silliness. 😀