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Heeeey everyone!!!! I’m going to have a longer post this morning cuz time is actually available to my life…

To satisfy everyone’s curiosity, I’m currently in the state of Kentucky touring these two awesome museums called the Creation Museum and the Ark Encounter. They’re like these awesome places talking about how science and stuff doesn’t have to be exclusive from the Bible and about how God created the world and stuff like that. So that’s my life right now…

@emily-waldorf

that’s A-OK! I wouldn’t suggest you change it unless I actually meant for you to change it. :))) I didn’t like that part either–didn’t know how to get from here to there. BWHAHAHAHAH! QUIN IS BREAKING SOMEBODY’S HEART!
Lol I didn’t think you would but you know, thought I’d give you permission anyway! 😉 Yeah… I was reading it thinking This sounds so much like me when i can’t figure out what to writttteeee!

BWHAHAHAHAH! QUIN IS BREAKING SOMEBODY’S HEART!
LOL I LAUGHED SOOOO HARD WHEN YOU SAID THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH THIS IS SOOOO FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s also me…

@rose-colored-fancy

BRING HIM IN BRING HIM IN BRING HIM IN!!!!! I’m sure Niarok wouldn’t mind having one more person with sense, and Yila won’t care since she’s too busy chatting with a rather cute guy named Lorcan….

And I actually love that idea! Although I would kindly suggest we wait until Yila can stand up… 😀

@everyone

I’m actually considering bringing a character in as well. I haven’t counted how many people we have, so if that would put us over the limit, I will respect Rose’s call to bring in her character since I didn’t even start considering it until this morning lol.

Her name is Leytera, and she’s a character from the book I’m currently writing. (Niarok and Yila are concept characters for my next story idea.) Leytera needs some serious development, but if we need to lose a character before she comes in, I’ll wait until one of my other characters can make an exit to bring her in.

 

Yila

Yila’s head pounded and her eyes felt gritty.

The fever was running its course, and it it wasn’t going to stop in the middle. She had been vaguely aware of Niarok giving her some feverfew, and then she’d melted into a hot abyss of death.

She pushed herself to a sitting position and scanned the cave through heavy eyes.

There was Niarok. He was crouching in front of a girl with wild, curly black (is it black, Rose? aaahhh I hate not knowing what hair coloorrsss!!! 🙂 ). He gave her something and then turned to start walking back to Yila.

Nearby was the boy who had tried to help Niarok earlier. He was examining a rock with a disproportionate amount of interest.

Weird.

Almost like Niarok at eight years old when their father had taken him on a practice mission.

Yila winced away from the memory.

Too much pain.

She gripped her one remaining throwing knife.

Where are the other five?

Fear and anger briefly froze her heart and trickled down her spine, but then she noticed an extra bulge in Niarok’s bag and the fear vanished.

Meh. She’d attack him later.

There at the opposite wall was the man missing a leg. She gasped when she caught sight of the tall guy sitting next to her. His face was cold and hard, and his black hair sharpened his features further.

Like a statue of some feral creature.

Oh, what she wouldn’t do for her bow. But of course, Niarok had it. Besides, if her brother had let the man sit near her, he couldn’t be that bad.

Niarok arrived at her side and examined her face, then touched her forehead, looking for fever.

She would have taken that as the cue to give him the close contact warning glare had she not felt so bad herself.

Instead, she jus sat there, wishing she could melt through the floor and get away from Niarok’s weird medical side.

Ew.

Over Niarok’s shoulder she glimpsed the assassin with the cute face approaching.

Niarok turned.

Yila blushed.

Then kicked herself.

Now is not the time!!!!

“This will help,“ the assassin said. His eyes touched on Yila and quickly averted. She could have sworn she saw the slightest amount of color approach his cheeks.

Oh goody! We’re all stuck in some kind of weird structure that wants to kill us and I’m dying and now let’s have some romance!

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

She didn’t want the assassin to assume she didn’t like him. The possibilities should stay open.

The assassin produced a package from his coat and unwrapped it. There was something yeasty inside. It smelled of salt and berries, and her heart pounded. She gripped the hilt of her knife.

It can’t be.

Father.

She didn’t hear the assassin and her brother talking. Behind her curious smile she fell into a flood of memories.

Her father lay dying in a pool of blood.
“Take this bread. It will give him strength. It may even save him.”
So they had. Together, Niarok and Yila had tried to save their father.
It had worked. It worked once.
But it wouldn’t work when his enemies came for him.

Criminal.

Traitor.

Yila’s blood was stained.

Why?

Then she let Niarok feed her the bread piece by piece.

It tasted like sun and sky and wind in the trees. Everything she wanted back. It tasted of the trees she shot arrows from and of the leaves she fashioned into hairpieces that would last a fleeting day.

It tasted of home.

A home she wanted to return to, but with certain differences.

Like honor, not blood.

But she put on a curious smile and looked at the assassin.

His eyes caught hers in a liquid gaze and suddenly her wonderings and her longings disappeared. The smile widened and became real.

Yila frowned slightly as the taste washed through her mouth once more. “It tastes really good. All fluffy like cake.”

Niarok barely hid a snort from beside her.

So it would work. Niarok hadn’t laughed in days, at least from the hard lines in his face.

Yila felt better already, and she smiled at the assassin.

The assassin grinned back. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Yila saw his eyes glaze for the briefest second.

Energy suddenly shot through every vein in Yila’s body with an almost painful force. Lightness filled her heart and the fever all but disappeared. Her eyes widened. Significantly. “Can I have some more?”

The assassin chuckled, and Yila thought it the most beautiful sound. “Not so fast a stór. I only have a few more, and they’re only to be used in emergencies. This constituted as one.”

Niarok snorted from Yila’s side, and she grinned wider.

The assassin tilted his head at her, and she let her eyes drink in his features. The scars were so noble. Though something haunted lurked beneath his gaze, his eyes were sharp. So alert.

He’s so handsome!

Yila didn’t even try to resist. She was irreversibly taken.

The assassin looked at her too.

Then he gave her his hand. “Name’s Lorcan. What’s yours?”

Yila’s fingers twitched involuntarily.

Knife. I need a knife.

Someone slipped a knife into its sheath behind her.

“In your belt,” Niarok whispered beside her before slipping away to talk with someone else somewhere in the cave.

Yila smiled and drew the knife, clutching it in her hand.

“I’m Yila. That’s my brother Niarok.”

She leaned in, more for the sake of getting a closer look at his face rather than to be secretive.

“Where’d you get the Aranka?”

She smiled and put the knife away. This was going to be fun.

 

Sorry guys I gotta go byeeeee