a) Sad to say I can't actually remember what exactly prompted me to first write about Morgant. I know what it was I first wrote, though:
“Man You’d Least Trust With a Hatchet, ’74 and ’75,” Morgant said proudly, showing her his ribbons. “Would have had ’76, too, except they brought back that continental champion.”
“Tyrax the Ox-Biter,” Caius recalled with a shake of his head.
I wrote those two scribbly lines on the jacket of one of my Latin textbooks back in first year. They're still in my all-purpose Acarthian text file, too (well, obviously, or I couldn't have posted them). Pretty clunky and obvious now, but I still wouldn't trust him with a hatchet.
b) Incredibly cheerful on his upward swings. Doesn't hold a grudge (won't fit on his string).
c) Regrettably insane.
d) Morgant is almost effortless. No comment. The only slightly tricky thing about him is keeping a veeery, very slender thread of sense running through what he says/does. He's supposed to be the 'sensible Acarthian' (oxymoron aside) after all that time spent in the benefit of Caius's sane company. Kali and Dari are easier only because I can just sit at the keyboard and go 'blaaaaaah' and know that whatever comes out will suit them, since that's exactly what goes on upstairs.
e) “Why would we want to fly around setting fire to villages?” asked the dragon waspishly. Morgant looked taken aback. “Why wouldn’t you?”
f) No plans whatsoever to stop. Acarthians keep me sane and happy - I make a beeline for them when I'm feeling depressed. I'm currently trying to finish 'Of Rocks and Redundant Letters', which crawls about one paragraph per two months (though that's still better than its movements last year).
*pokes story with a stick* I have no idea how long that one's been sitting around waiting to be finished for. Three years at least. I blame Indiana Jones T_T
a) Sad to say I can't actually remember what exactly prompted me to first write about Morgant. I know what it was I first wrote, though:
“Man You’d Least Trust With a Hatchet, ’74 and ’75,” Morgant said proudly, showing her his ribbons. “Would have had ’76, too, except they brought back that continental champion.”
“Tyrax the Ox-Biter,” Caius recalled with a shake of his head.
I wrote those two scribbly lines on the jacket of one of my Latin textbooks back in first year. They're still in my all-purpose Acarthian text file, too (well, obviously, or I couldn't have posted them). Pretty clunky and obvious now, but I still wouldn't trust him with a hatchet.
b) Incredibly cheerful on his upward swings. Doesn't hold a grudge (won't fit on his string).
c) Regrettably insane.
d) Morgant is almost effortless. No comment. The only slightly tricky thing about him is keeping a veeery, very slender thread of sense running through what he says/does. He's supposed to be the 'sensible Acarthian' (oxymoron aside) after all that time spent in the benefit of Caius's sane company. Kali and Dari are easier only because I can just sit at the keyboard and go 'blaaaaaah' and know that whatever comes out will suit them, since that's exactly what goes on upstairs.
e)
“Why would we want to fly around setting fire to villages?” asked the dragon waspishly.
Morgant looked taken aback. “Why wouldn’t you?”
f) No plans whatsoever to stop. Acarthians keep me sane and happy - I make a beeline for them when I'm feeling depressed. I'm currently trying to finish 'Of Rocks and Redundant Letters', which crawls about one paragraph per two months (though that's still better than its movements last year).
*pokes story with a stick* I have no idea how long that one's been sitting around waiting to be finished for. Three years at least. I blame Indiana Jones T_T
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