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Below, I've listed a few quotes/excerpts from Peder's short story, which, thanks to the 100-4-100 Challenge, is coming along quite well.
So, without further ado... Here are the snippets for January and February:
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[Peder and Captain Jaron]
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[Peder and Captain Jaron]
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[Peder Grey]
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All in a Day's Work
It was done.
He had succeeded in retrieving what
he'd come for. So, why the hesitation? After nearly running over
the unsuspecting guard back inside the castle, his nerves were strung
thin.
If he was caught...
He didn't want to think about that.
[Slannin - master thief, mercenary for hire]
[Slannin - master thief, mercenary for hire]
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Ma carina nás?” Are you done? asked Jaron, in his native tongue. Peder turned away, ashamed of his outburst. He answered in the same language.
“Ná.” Yes.
“Good.” The Elf nodded. “Now I can tell you why we are waiting.” Peder looked up, rubbing the nape of his neck out of habit.
“You mean there's a reason for this madness?” he asked sheepishly, returning to his normal, care-free self.
This time the Elvish man chuckled.
“There usually is.”
[Peder and Captain Jaron]
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Peder
could feel the long hours of endurance and “sneakery” training
taking over. His mind was clear, muscles relaxed, and footsteps
light. He just had to keep up with the Elf.
[Peder Grey, cadet Guard]
[Peder Grey, cadet Guard]
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Peder accepted Jaron's
hand and allowed the Elf to pull him to his feet. He blinked. To
clear the mush his brain now felt like, he shook his head and looked
to see Jaron watching him.
“I'm alright,” he grinned. “My head's just pounding like a hammer to an anvil.”
“I'm alright,” he grinned. “My head's just pounding like a hammer to an anvil.”
“No wonder. You've got
a knot the size of an egg.”
“Really?” Peder
grimaced, not even bothering to feel his scalp. He believed him.
“That's what I get for tryin' to be sociable.”
[Peder and Captain Jaron]
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“He
is a troubled man, Peder,”
remarked the red dragon suddenly.
“How
do you know?” He kept his eyes trained on the border of trees
lining the meadow.
“We
dragons smell more than gold, food, and human flesh. Emotions play a
large part of our world. Contrary to legend, perhaps we feel more
than even your kyn.” Now Peder turned to her, puzzled.
“Wait.
You mean you can actually smell emotions? Happiness? sadness?
fear?”
“Hmm,
yes. The smell of fear is usually strongest..."
[Peder and Valtiramiir, a red she-dragon]
[Peder and Valtiramiir, a red she-dragon]
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Peder
nodded, the look of determination set on his face. He couldn't help
the bit of pride that grew in his heart. Not the bad kind, mind you,
but rather the good sense of a job well done. He knew his mission as
a Guard, secretive as it is, was important to the safety of his
country. He straightened his weary shoulders. So
be it.
[Peder Grey]
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And there you have it.
Blessings,
Sarah
Side note: The Elvish phrases are taken from arwen-undomiel.com, because I have not the courage and intelligence to come up with a better Elvish language... =D
Hi!
ReplyDeleteI just found your blog. I like your snippets! I'm in the 100-4-100, too. :)
~Robin Hoode
thanks for commenting, Robin! Good luck in the Challenge!!!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!