I have once again realised that it has been a good long while since my last post. Sorry about that. So to make up for my absence I’ll be combing a WIPpet Wednesday post and a ROW80 post.
We’ll start with the ROW80 but feel free to scroll down if you’re only here for the WIPpet 🙂
Edit Queen of Hearts
My focus since my last post has been less on actual word editing and more on checking consistency, making sure characters don’t pop up where they shouldn’t be, that kind of thing.
Again, mostly ideas and plans rather than actual stories but I’ve been writing assignments so that’s something.
This is my first post in two weeks so…
I had to do some research on Proto-Indo-European languages for a class assignment which made it really hard to focus on the task at hand because it set my language creating synapses firing. Created some more words for my common tongue and have been thinking through the syntax quite a bit.
Okay, onto WIPpet!
From Chapter 20, what amounted on my computer to about 2 and a half pages. So don’t say I never give you anything 😛 Although to be fair, this is quite unedited and I had to remove a reference to a person who couldn’t possibly be there. Oops.
Context: I don’t know where to start honestly. Basically, during the winter the army was dismissed and retreated from the battlefield for a while and during this time Kara, along with her numerous companions and the Bashraani prince and princess we met earlier (Anjez and Mai respectively), is holding court in the castle of a loyal northern lord. The empire sends some ambassadors to offer an ultimatum and bring with them a gift, the head of the young envoy Patrun who accompanied Kara et al to Bashraan and was recently reassigned to the embassy in the nearest imperial town on the other side of the border. So yeah, head in a box.
Kara marched from the audience chamber, her anger written in the stiff set of her shoulders and reflected in the frightened faces of those who stood in her way. Her Ladies and cousin Tiemil followed, with Markey bringing up the rear. As she strode through the dim corridors and stairwells, Kara’s Ladies scurried to keep up, ruing the ridiculous court dresses which hampered their speed. Kara, however, had unpicked the stitches holding the panels of the skirt together up to the knees, relying on the hang of the fabric to protect her modesty during the audiences today. With this advantage, only Markey and Tiemil could keep pace. Kara threw open the door to her chambers, startling Lyea to her feet. Placing a hand on either side of the doorway, Kara braced herself against the frame, waiting for her companions’ arrival. Markey soon caught up, Tiemil on his heels. Kara ignored them until the others caught up a moment later, out of breath. Meg looked about to faint.
Kara turned to look over her shoulder at Anotis, “Call the council.” she commanded before entering the room. She allowed Teimil and Eriden to follow her before firmly closing the door on the others’ startled faces.
“Where the Everwinter have you been?” Kara snapped at Anjez, sitting by the cold fireplace surrounded by papers.
“Busy.” Anjez defended as he stood. He noticed the grim looks on their faces, “What happened?”
“They killed Patrun.” Kara replied, her voice hollow.
“The envoy?” he gasped, eyes wide.
Kara nodded as she sank onto an over-cushioned couch.
Anjez’s first thought was of his sister, “And Mai?”
Kara stared blankly at the carpet, “She’s…she’s upset.”
Tiemil settled on the couch. Anjez was too fired up to sit. With their frenzied pacing, he and Eriden together would wear a track in the old Gabonese carpet.
“So what is your grand plan then?” Tiemil asked.
“Plan?” Kara replied.
“For vengeance!” Anjez said.
“I have a few ideas.” Eriden muttered as she continued to pace.
“I don’t know.” Kara answered honestly, “I’m hoping the council will advise me.”
“Those old farts? They will try to scare you into caution.” Tiemil replied sceptically.
“Those old farts have spent longer on this earth than either you or I. And perhaps caution is what we need just now.” Kara snapped.
“Perhaps you are right,” Tiemil submitted, “Will you stop that?” he irritability directed his question at Eriden who had been pacing around the room since she entered it. The only response he received was a glare. “Fine then. I’m going to find Mai.” he humphed as he stood to leave.
“No, I am!” Anjez shot.
Kara stood to block them, “Neither of you are going anywhere near her.”
“She is my sister!”
“She is alone in her grief!” Tiemil argued.
“Yes, for now she is, but I will go to her, not you. She has just had her lover’s head returned to her in a box. Now is not the time to try your amorous advances, Tee. She will come to you when she is ready or not at all. And Anjez,” she laid a gentle hand on his arm, “There are some things best said between friends.”
To finish, I’ll just leave this here 😀