Teaser Tuesday
Got hit with another stomach bug yesterday. This time it hit Chriss and me at the same time. Stomach's feeling better today but I'm still worn out and weak. I really wanted to write today but spent most of my time staring blankly at the screen. I felt so out of it. I probably wouldn't have accomplished anything but my phenomenal writing partner threatened to make me crit a scene from one of her earliest pieces of writing. From 6 years ago. Back in the day when we had no clue what we were doing. When I said she had no real way of enforcing this, she said she wouldn't talk to me until I returned the marked up piece and if it wasn't full of red, she'd know I hadn't really worked on it. So, I got my butt in gear and wrote 600 words before I had to pick T up from school. I even finished chapter 4. But now I'm beat and I think after I post this week's teaser, I'm gonna go crash on the couch.
This is in Rider's POV:
The sun traveled across the sky and my pile of new arrow shafts grew. For the most part, I kept my mind on my hands, concentrating on making each movement fluid and sure. But when I allowed my focus to wander, she invaded my thoughts. Rachel. The girl from the cave. It didn’t make sense that she’d made that much of an impression on me. She was too brash for my liking. And she was selfish, what with her fierce insistence that the cave was hers. Her attitude made me defensive and yet I couldn’t forget how lonely I felt as soon as she’d left.
So intent were my thoughts that my hand slipped and I nicked my finger. Blood welled from the tiny cut. I sucked at it for a second then shook my hand, hissing at the sharp sting.
“That’s what happens when you let yourself drift,” Father said.
I glanced up to see him standing over me. His expression was stern, his eyes seeming to bore straight through me. Could he see that I’d dreamwalked simply by looking at me? Even though it hadn’t been intentional, guilt burned hot as the summer sun inside me. I should tell him what had happened. It was the responsible thing to do. And yet I kept silent.
It was an accident. A one-time event. There was no need to tell anyone and cause a scare. No need to take a daily dose of herbs to suppress something that would never happen again.
This is in Rider's POV:
The sun traveled across the sky and my pile of new arrow shafts grew. For the most part, I kept my mind on my hands, concentrating on making each movement fluid and sure. But when I allowed my focus to wander, she invaded my thoughts. Rachel. The girl from the cave. It didn’t make sense that she’d made that much of an impression on me. She was too brash for my liking. And she was selfish, what with her fierce insistence that the cave was hers. Her attitude made me defensive and yet I couldn’t forget how lonely I felt as soon as she’d left.
So intent were my thoughts that my hand slipped and I nicked my finger. Blood welled from the tiny cut. I sucked at it for a second then shook my hand, hissing at the sharp sting.
“That’s what happens when you let yourself drift,” Father said.
I glanced up to see him standing over me. His expression was stern, his eyes seeming to bore straight through me. Could he see that I’d dreamwalked simply by looking at me? Even though it hadn’t been intentional, guilt burned hot as the summer sun inside me. I should tell him what had happened. It was the responsible thing to do. And yet I kept silent.
It was an accident. A one-time event. There was no need to tell anyone and cause a scare. No need to take a daily dose of herbs to suppress something that would never happen again.