Category Archives: Valistii

When is a Dance…

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I considered not posting anything today, since I’m likely to be abysmal at returning comments or visits for the next few weeks (and I haven’t been great at it as it is lately).  But I will try my best…  I promise.

This week I have eight smallish paragraphs (1-9 for the 19th of April).  It’s from Marche in the Swan Song Series.  It’s part of a smallish “I’m not sure it belongs” scene that came to me when I was thinking about my one character ‘Listii (the ‘he’ in this scene) and how in the eyes of many people around him, his transformation from childhood to that of a mature man with wife and children in the matter of a few days.  Of course, it’s more nuanced and gradual than that, but, despite living with him all his life, these people don’t see the inner developments happening the way most family members see their children/siblings grow and change over time.  Vissellii (the ‘she’ here)  and ‘Listii are two of a set of triplets, and yet… she’s seeing who he is for the first time.

It’s a common thought these days as I watch the news and read biographies…  when do we stop being the child and suddenly become the adult.  Frankly, I still feel like a teenager a lot of the time.  But even beyond that, because I do a lot of reading about the darker sides of humanity…  where do they start?  Is this something that has always been there?

When does this…  become something…  different?

Her brother, instead of watching the dishes, was moving, slowly, almost ritually. Dance moves, yet more. She watched for a moment, marvelling at his balance and control.

She’d seen him being taught to dance and known he would know how to dance… perfectly mimicking the same way he’d been taught it, as with everything. But she’d never expected him to actually dance. Knowing moves was very different than knowing how to move, how to adjust for differences in the ground or proximity. Though he wasn’t following his steps perfectly anymore—she could see several places where he’d have had difficulty with a partner, at the moment he was really feeling the dance.

But she had to smile some, picturing his poor imaginary partner. The woman would have broken toes, shoulders and likely a jaw to match.

“You might want to imagine you have a partner with you, ‘Listii, before you disappoint some lady horridly.”

He paused mid-move, holding his pose so perfectly balanced that Visse could not imagine any statue so solid and yet so fluid—as if ready for flight. The only move was when he cocked a brow at her before replying. “I was.” He set his foot down, standing solid again. “You thought I was dancing?”

She wondered if she shouldn’t leave well enough alone, suddenly realizing those imagined injuries had been intended.

She should have realized that, as malleable as her brother had been through most of his youth, the House Elders would have found him the perfect tool for their private wars with the other High Houses. Emotionless, able to follow an intricate set of directions without needing repeat instructions…

Damn them for turning this… this heartbroken, lovelorn young man into a murderer!

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MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4Instead of playing Pokémon Go (much…  he just caught four in the yard, including another Eevee–we seem to have a lot of them here), the Boodle and I are having a bit of a home day.  Perfect for bringing you a WIPpet while I ponder revisions for my ROW80 sponsor post.

Once again I bring you another Unnamed Story snippet…  though I am moving forward again in the story finally.  This scene follows right on the heels of the last few.  Alanii and Atyr have parted company as Alanii has this awful thing called a job he has to do.  😉  He catches Valistii just as his friend enters the conference room…

Since this is the 13th of July (Happy Birthday, Grandpa, if you can still hear me), I am giving you 11 sentences.  7+1+3

“Atyriia is spending the rest of the day with Vantosa*, Captain.”

Valistii shrugged, giving the man only a brief sidelong glance in acknowledgment. Bastard hadn’t even bothered to fix his hair or change shirts. “I’d heard. There’s lipstick on your collar…my lord.”

Alanii checked quickly. Frowning, he rubbed at the stain before electing to hide it by pulling a hank of hair over his shoulder. “Thank you for telling me.”

The man really did look unkempt. True, he’d never been one for the made up appearances of the élite, but it wasn’t Alanii’s way to go in public with hair down and face unpainted. If only watching the man’s embarrassment was worth what it had cost him.

Happens to powerful men occasionally…

*her son

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Thank you, Emily Witt for maintaining the bloghop these days when I know you are busy, busy, busy!

Not the Other Way

MjAxNC04ZjBlYTU5ZmNiZjdiZjY4 Hi! It’s been (or seems like it’s been) AGES since I posted a WIPpet last. Almost a year… I’ve tried to get myself back into regular writing and regular posting (thank you, ROW80, for that boost), and now I’m trying to branch back out to some of the other blogging bits I loved.

Since the WIPpet was first of my writing bloghop loves, it makes sense I’d post here first.

Now, a year later and I’m getting so old and decrepit, I’m not sure I’m up to a solid run of WIPpet maths. So I’m going the lazy route. Thirty sentences from a section I’ve JUST written (so yeah, a bit rough) of the that Unnamed Story I used to post here. Five for the month of June and 25 for the day.

I confess, I wasn’t super careful about counting, because I’m never quite sure how to count those one word sentences. The number should be close.

The Dean sighed. “You looked like you needed a distraction.” This time the man did reach for the lighter.

Though he’d have preferred to let the air clear itself, he tipped the table lightly with his boot so the cylinder slid down to the man’s hand. “Remind me the next time I’m doing admissions to put you in a class with the diplomatic pool.”

Lan grunted before he lit his cigar. “We each have our specialties.”

‘Listii resettled himself with a nod to the other man. “True. Thanks.”

They spent a small moment or two discussion the recent training class and Vant’s present performance. But it was a dangerous topic at the present, as least as far as he was concerned. And though Lan was clearly trying to avoid saying it, the man was the one to give up the woman’s name.

“Atyr noticed it–” Lan stopped himself short, then tipped his head apologetically. “Sorry. I know this has been difficult. At least according to Alanii she’s taken a T2. She won’t sense the varia if you don’t let her.”

‘Listii chewed his lip, knowing the gesture would stave Lan from anything more. When he’d finally gathered himself enough to speak, he didn’t waste words. Until last night Lan had been one of only three people to know the truth about his feelings for Atyr. The man hadn’t been more than gently accepting of the sacrifices he’d made for the woman in all the time he’d known.

And ‘Listii thought he preferred it that way.

“She knows about it. We ended up talking last night.”

Well that had to be a first, he thought to himself as the older man started to gasp then choke on the mouthful of smoke he’d taken. “She—is that why you came racing down here this morning like a first year trainee with one of us after his hide?”

‘Listii didn’t wince at the analogy as accurate as it was, only because he’d spent as long as he had training for his profession. The fact that he needed to call on his training though also spoke volumes. And the fact that Lan had seen fit to ask spoke another ten or so volumes.

At least, Lan’s misapprehensions were easy to settle. “I left her, Lan, not the other way around.”

So that’s it for me. Why don’t you head over to the WIPpet linky and visit some our other awesome members? Thanks and memorial chocolate to KLSchwengel for her inspiring me to this party a few years ago and to the delightful Emily Witt who is holding the crew together with all our silliness. 😀