Just finished one of the scenes that've been in my head for a few days. Am hoping to get at least two more written out this evening. This is the beginning of the scene that follows directly after Scryloc leaves Cerrig.
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Melyd was on the bottom step when Scryloc rounded the corner of the mound. Behind her a high voice could be heard reciting numbers as it came closer.
“Oh.” Melyd paused on the stair. “Up early or not slept yet?” She took a careful inventory of Scryloc’s face, eye to eye because of the height of the step. She checked her hand as it lifted slightly at the sight of the dishevelled curls. Her fingers twitched as the hand fell back in place by her side.
The counting voice continued, the counter still hidden by the bend in the stairs.
“What do you need?” he asked, body angling as though to slip past her on the steps. They were both slim. He could do it without even touching her.
“Nothing. There were honey cakes this morning and when we didn’t see you there, we brought you some.” She glanced up. “The door was locked. We left them on the landing. Honey, too.”
“In the midst of a delicate investigation. Nothing must be moved,” he explained, although he needn’t have.
“The new thing?” Melyd asked quietly.
“Yes,” he replied and smiled.
A child came into view with a resounding nine. “Tas!” she cried when she saw Scryloc. She came down another step. “Ten,” she announced. She lifted up her arms and bounded off the stairs. Scryloc was quick enough to catch her.
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on 2014-11-22 09:15 pm (UTC)***
Melyd was on the bottom step when Scryloc rounded the corner of the mound. Behind her a high voice could be heard reciting numbers as it came closer.
“Oh.” Melyd paused on the stair. “Up early or not slept yet?” She took a careful inventory of Scryloc’s face, eye to eye because of the height of the step. She checked her hand as it lifted slightly at the sight of the dishevelled curls. Her fingers twitched as the hand fell back in place by her side.
The counting voice continued, the counter still hidden by the bend in the stairs.
“What do you need?” he asked, body angling as though to slip past her on the steps. They were both slim. He could do it without even touching her.
“Nothing. There were honey cakes this morning and when we didn’t see you there, we brought you some.” She glanced up. “The door was locked. We left them on the landing. Honey, too.”
“In the midst of a delicate investigation. Nothing must be moved,” he explained, although he needn’t have.
“The new thing?” Melyd asked quietly.
“Yes,” he replied and smiled.
A child came into view with a resounding nine. “Tas!” she cried when she saw Scryloc. She came down another step. “Ten,” she announced. She lifted up her arms and bounded off the stairs. Scryloc was quick enough to catch her.
“Fearless Seren,” he said.