Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
This week, I’m returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Tisira…
In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk the Bard’s words and Hunt her lost identity.
Note: The characters have been growing older during the revision process. This snippet was written when I imagined Tisira/Nockatee to be about 7 years old. In the final draft, she’s going to be nearing or at puberty, I think, so some details will change.
- I started this post on March 17, 2015.
- Non-Math: My parents named me after an Irish river, and I’m sipping a Guinness as I type. So you get 17 sentences and an Irish-in-spirit smile in place of an eighteenth. =)
Tisira thought she was in a chill woods, with snow coming….and now she’s somewhere else, or she’s dreaming another dream, one where she’s safely with her father. But will he protect her?
“You must not be left alone, until the nectars have become fully a part of you, Tisira. Your dreams will be more real than what is before you, at times, and there is danger in that.”
A part of my mind wondered, as I pressed myself into his safe warmth. Had I not been – somewhere else? Somewhere with the smell of fertile soils, and the tang of frost, and pale yellow sunlight filtered through clouds?
But that made no sense. I was with Father. Yes. He had carried me here, because I had had a nightmare…
I looked about. Father held me, and the sky was filled with stars, as though someone had cast handfuls of jewels across it, to form patterns across the darkness. Always, I found peace in the stars.
But – had I not been somewhere else?
“Am I safe here, with you, Father?” The question was strange to my ears; I hadn’t meant to ask it, and hadn’t known I would. But, once begun, it poured forth, living a life of its own. “Will you protect me?”
Which reality is real? Are both only dreams brought on by the mysterious nectars? Will Father keep her safe? Will there be peace in the stars?
I’ll be offering another post from one of these characters next week, and then we’ll be segueing into four months of on-the-fly writing challenge posts – all raw and new and a mixed bag of projects.
If you’ve got a favorite character among Tisira, Nockatee, and Henry, let me know!
See you next week – and, hey, while you’re here, here’s the link to more yummy WIPpet Snippets; assorted genres, sizes, and styles to choose from! =D