Ah, the Sailley, so mired in the mists of time and giant octopi. I don't know if I can remember everything about her primordial soup beer now.
a. It was more of an opposite, really. I do remember consciously wanting to make a character I'd like. (I have a feeling I'd just finished the Midkemia series. ARGH. Painful, painful women.) And so we ended up with a character who was OMG so tough and OMG so awesome and OMG > icky boys and OMG good at all kinds of stuff OMG.
I may be doing Teenage Lissy an injustice. She did not use the phrase OMG at any stage of her development. But the sentiment was there.
b. She's tough without being harsh, decent without being sanctimonious, and she takes care of her own no matter what. And she belches like a champion.
c. She's too stubborn to admit when she can't do something and too proud to admit when she's wrong. She doesn't think things through. She HAS to be the leader and/or the boss. Her feet stink.
d. Isaille is relatively easy these days - I've had a looong time to get used to her, and almost everything I wrote until about age 18 or 19 was almost exclusively from her perspective. It's taken ages to get some of her softer emotions going, mind you: not so much the friendship and/or siblingness side, but doubt and sadness and nostalgia.
e. (Seeking Chapter 19)
“What’s all this fuss about, little prodigy? Want to tell us? - Just remember now, Isaille, that if I don’t like any words that come out of your mouth, I’ll probably remedy the situation by removing lips or teeth or some such. I was very impressed with the Light you were shooting off a moment ago, but I dealt with it just fine, as you’ve noticed. I’m still stronger than you are, so there’s no point in calling up flashy lights again just to make me angry.”
Isaille smiled, her swollen mouth starting to bleed on the inside, broken against her own teeth by Minshaka’s blows. “Tell Lluril to bend close and I’ll whisper.”
Minshaka frowned slightly, clearly wary of that strange reaction, and Lluril stared down with slitted eyes. “If I ‘bend close’ it will only be to cut your throat, cheynath.”
“Be civil, both of you,” said Minshaka, still staring directly at Isaille. “It’s a simple question. What’s happened to you? You don’t have to answer if you really don’t want to - we’ll just be patient, and satisfy our curiosity after the demon’s taken you.”
“No, that’s all right. It’s a simple answer, too.” The Southerner smiled again, glad she couldn’t see how grotesquely crimson it must look. “I’ve come from Port Aieren. I’ve been running for a very, very long time now, and … well …”
“Yes?”
“I’ve stopped, Minshaka.”
She knew what to try, now. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder whether it would work or not. Clenching the stones hard in her hand - so hard that she felt them bite at flesh through her glove - she spat blood in the snow and raised her voice as only a Riveredge could, letting the echoes ring around the woods with the ever-present Dark whispers:
Ah, the Sailley, so mired in the mists of time and giant octopi. I don't know if I can remember everything about her primordial soup beer now.
a. It was more of an opposite, really. I do remember consciously wanting to make a character I'd like. (I have a feeling I'd just finished the Midkemia series. ARGH. Painful, painful women.) And so we ended up with a character who was OMG so tough and OMG so awesome and OMG > icky boys and OMG good at all kinds of stuff OMG.
I may be doing Teenage Lissy an injustice. She did not use the phrase OMG at any stage of her development. But the sentiment was there.
b. She's tough without being harsh, decent without being sanctimonious, and she takes care of her own no matter what. And she belches like a champion.
c. She's too stubborn to admit when she can't do something and too proud to admit when she's wrong. She doesn't think things through. She HAS to be the leader and/or the boss. Her feet stink.
d. Isaille is relatively easy these days - I've had a looong time to get used to her, and almost everything I wrote until about age 18 or 19 was almost exclusively from her perspective. It's taken ages to get some of her softer emotions going, mind you: not so much the friendship and/or siblingness side, but doubt and sadness and nostalgia.
e. (Seeking Chapter 19)
“What’s all this fuss about, little prodigy? Want to tell us? - Just remember now, Isaille, that if I don’t like any words that come out of your mouth, I’ll probably remedy the situation by removing lips or teeth or some such. I was very impressed with the Light you were shooting off a moment ago, but I dealt with it just fine, as you’ve noticed. I’m still stronger than you are, so there’s no point in calling up flashy lights again just to make me angry.”
Isaille smiled, her swollen mouth starting to bleed on the inside, broken against her own teeth by Minshaka’s blows. “Tell Lluril to bend close and I’ll whisper.”
Minshaka frowned slightly, clearly wary of that strange reaction, and Lluril stared down with slitted eyes. “If I ‘bend close’ it will only be to cut your throat, cheynath.”
“Be civil, both of you,” said Minshaka, still staring directly at Isaille. “It’s a simple question. What’s happened to you? You don’t have to answer if you really don’t want to - we’ll just be patient, and satisfy our curiosity after the demon’s taken you.”
“No, that’s all right. It’s a simple answer, too.” The Southerner smiled again, glad she couldn’t see how grotesquely crimson it must look. “I’ve come from Port Aieren. I’ve been running for a very, very long time now, and … well …”
“Yes?”
“I’ve stopped, Minshaka.”
She knew what to try, now. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder whether it would work or not. Clenching the stones hard in her hand - so hard that she felt them bite at flesh through her glove - she spat blood in the snow and raised her voice as only a Riveredge could, letting the echoes ring around the woods with the ever-present Dark whispers:
“Briasalanghain, Sioroain!”
f. SOULFIRE SEEKING, DAMMIT XD;;
... thanks, hon X3
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That doesn't answer the question, my sweet. Unless this is special code for future...
Or shall I pencil in a Midwinter Fae Cull?
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(I want to finish) SOULFIRE SEEKING (as soon as all my lazy sons-of finally just get off their behinds and start it moving again) DAMMIT XD;;
Because it clearly has nothing to do with -me-.
Oh, and please don't fill certain heads with even eviller plans than usual.
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