The Bone-Witch

[named_by_rhyme]

Title: I-1, first third; the bone-witch
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; various individuals from the Trickwood
Prompt: coastal_physics and klgaffney both requesting a proper telling of black of night and white of bones.
Word Count: eleven thousand, three hundred and ten
Rating: all ages, presuming a pre-Victorian attitude to 'children's stories'.
Notes: This will

Comments

[doseki]

Ooooo.

[She]'s a grand story teller. Really does the story justice. One almost wonders if it was something she was taught or just in the blood. I also like how you pause to take time to remind the reader that someone within the story is telling a story with her actions, yet the flow is uninterrupted, it all blends well together.

Words fail me this morning. This is good. The painted imagery she provides with her words that bring a chill to the spine. I wonder if anyone else could tell it half so well. :) Ee. Thank you for sharing this.

[taennyn]

Thank you. :)

I was trying to keep a sense of 'this is a story being told' through the whole thing--I find a lot of in-story storytelling off-putting, because it drops out of [story] and into authorial [lookit the neat worldbuilding i did, zomg! Now guess how much of this is going it come up in the plot!]. So that you notice but it flows together is gratifying. :) Thanks.

[taennyn]

Conall, yes. :) Who is the [King] of the Trickwood's son, and strongly mageblood all on his own.

The 'newcomers' are Ulysse, the Navy's commander, who's generally known through the Trickwood, and Arianhrod (Aodh's mother, the Sun Queen's mage daughter), who's NOT. She'd left the home territories five hundred odd years before the beginning of the war, so she was mostly legend and stories by the time her daughter's funeral and Ulysse's request brought her back. So the Trickwood's having to deal with a v. powerful mage they really don't know, who's in deep mourning and thus inclined to be unfriendly. Tha' help any? :)

[taennyn]

Kinda, yeah. :) Nicely done.

[dormouse_in_tea]

You've heard me say wow a lot. You're hearing it again. I'm glad to have this all-of-one-piece, I'll probably re-read it at work.

Which is going to be a ten hour day, eleven after lunch. Oiiiiiig. If I'm never heard from again, have them check under my desk, give a good rattle to the dessicated mummy in the corner.

[taennyn]

Thank you again for the work you put in. Plz no dessicated mummy.

[dormouse_in_tea]

how about if I'm a LIVELY dessicated mummy? 's that okay?

[taennyn]

Considering the holiday today, I suppose? But I do not approve. Mrph.

[taennyn]

*glee* Thank you. Some of the interruptions were 'real'--that sap pocket incident was a chunk of young cedar in my fireplace. Heart attacks are us?

[klgaffney]

i don't really have the words for this, and i can't even do the pick out one little bit and remark upon it--it's seamless and it's real. anything i can think of doesn't really do it justice. i am in awe. thank you.

[taennyn]

I did layer a lot of stuff into the background, didn't I. Hunh. *rereading*

If you ever do come up with words, I'd appreciate hearing them. This is the longest thing I've ever written.