The Dance: Fool's Gold

[jelleneth]

Ilthus Dawnsinger wandered the decadent grounds of the Quel’wythar Estate taking in the elegant fountains and perfectly manicured trees and allowing the rambling stream of his companion’s observations to wash over him. She was a dark haired little thing with luminous eyes and quite generous proportions. He could probably have sketched every curve

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[chryseth]

Agh, poor everybody. I wish I'd waited just a little longer for this, but having something awesome to read first thing in the, uh, afternoon is <3 too.

And yes, you were right. Very very much poor Torian.

[jelleneth]

My characters have a way of running away with me sometimes. I needed Torian to be a cold and officious bastard obsessed with power and political standing. Then that annoying little writer in my brain demanded to know, "But, whhhhhyyyy?" This story is not finished yet. At the pace I have been writing recently we should have the rest of it about a week before my 60th birthday. :P

[chryseth]

And by then it'll have grown even further. On the bright side I'll have something to look forward to reading even when I'm aged and decrepit?