"it started out as hogwarts, now it's lord of the flies" - felisha noble & david a scott
So, these 
writerighton workshops and whatnot? Are kind of addictive. I has another one! This time, the challenge was to write a scene in which the only dialogue used was an exchange given as a prompt. It was... interesting, and more fun than I had expected. Ended up using Elle and Samshiel, but that's just because they've kind of invaded my brain lately and won't let me alone. Which I think I'm okay with, actually. Anyway, response!
"That isn't right."
Elle frowned and glanced up at Sam from her position next to the wall.
"What do you mean?" she asked. She turned to study the runes she had been painting on the wall. They looked correct to her, copied stroke by careful stroke from the book on the floor.
Sam shrugged. "I mean that isn't right."
"That doesn't help." She sighed. "What isn't right?"
"I don't know. It doesn't look right." He pushed her aside so that he could get a closer look, brow furrowed. His lips moved silently as he traced the outline of the runes with a delicate finger.
Elle glared at the intrusion, her hands on her hips. He couldn't have, i don't know, asked her to move instead of shoving her away? Of course not. This was Samshiel... "Can you fix it?"
He pulled his attention from the wall for just long enough to roll his eyes at her. "I'm not sure what's wrong with it yet." A long pause, then he flicked his hand toward the bowl of paint Elle had been using until he had so rudely interrupted her. "Give me that."
"All right." Once she had he began adjusting her work, adding in lines and swirls and all sorts of nonsense that Elle knew weren't in the book. She studied the alterations, head cocked to one side. "Is that any better?"
"Not much. This may take some time." He grinned up at her, gray eyes wicked. "Can you wait?"
It was Elle's turn to roll her eyes, which she did with great gusto. "How long will you be?"
Sam rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug, attention already fixed back on the runes. "I don't know."
"All right," Elle agreed. It was this or Michael's lessons, and she had had enough of trying not to actually kill anyone for one day. "I'll wait."
writerighton workshops and whatnot? Are kind of addictive. I has another one! This time, the challenge was to write a scene in which the only dialogue used was an exchange given as a prompt. It was... interesting, and more fun than I had expected. Ended up using Elle and Samshiel, but that's just because they've kind of invaded my brain lately and won't let me alone. Which I think I'm okay with, actually. Anyway, response!
"That isn't right."
Elle frowned and glanced up at Sam from her position next to the wall.
"What do you mean?" she asked. She turned to study the runes she had been painting on the wall. They looked correct to her, copied stroke by careful stroke from the book on the floor.
Sam shrugged. "I mean that isn't right."
"That doesn't help." She sighed. "What isn't right?"
"I don't know. It doesn't look right." He pushed her aside so that he could get a closer look, brow furrowed. His lips moved silently as he traced the outline of the runes with a delicate finger.
Elle glared at the intrusion, her hands on her hips. He couldn't have, i don't know, asked her to move instead of shoving her away? Of course not. This was Samshiel... "Can you fix it?"
He pulled his attention from the wall for just long enough to roll his eyes at her. "I'm not sure what's wrong with it yet." A long pause, then he flicked his hand toward the bowl of paint Elle had been using until he had so rudely interrupted her. "Give me that."
"All right." Once she had he began adjusting her work, adding in lines and swirls and all sorts of nonsense that Elle knew weren't in the book. She studied the alterations, head cocked to one side. "Is that any better?"
"Not much. This may take some time." He grinned up at her, gray eyes wicked. "Can you wait?"
It was Elle's turn to roll her eyes, which she did with great gusto. "How long will you be?"
Sam rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug, attention already fixed back on the runes. "I don't know."
"All right," Elle agreed. It was this or Michael's lessons, and she had had enough of trying not to actually kill anyone for one day. "I'll wait."