July 30th, 2010
|06:40 am - Paragraphs-at-a-Time Story, "Home and Glamour," Part 4|
Friday! And it's a steamy-hot morning already. Record temperatures await. (Pls imagine my sigh here, sighing til October.)
So let's have a bit of story. It's always cool where Morgan is... Okay, maybe not today.
We ended last time with Salt and storm's coming. It's his task to find out when and why.
He kneels in front of the bowl. The water shivers in greeting, shivers, shivers.
This is not an auspicious beginning.
Frowning, he passes the tip of the dagger over the water --
And around him rises the sound of trees in a storm, the crack of things breaking, the stress on the heart, the tearing off of leaves and bark and all protection.
“No tricks,” he mutters, and drags the dagger in a counterclockwise circle through the water.
Around him rises the sound of stone falling, the crack of it breaking, the stress on the heart, the exposure of all hidden gleams of light.
His mouth sets straight. He drags the dagger in another circle, this time clockwise. He whispers numbers as the circle is drawn, three, six, nine, twelve.
The water stills, even as the dagger slices. The pictures come.
Two black cloaks. Two midnight stars. Alice's oldest broadsword, wrought over the sea.
A dissolve, and there rise the sounds of trees in a storm, the sound of stone falling.
“No tricks,” Morgan says again, and he closes the spell, and he leaps to his feet. “It's both of them.”
His students would recognize the voice and the stance. Principal Stonewood's pissed, they'd say.
He throws the dagger into the weapons chest before taking the bowl in his hands. He drinks deep of the knowledge and then sets it down.
“It's both of them,” he mutters.
The door to the secret room slams after he leaves, and the walls and floor shimmer with the temper he leaves behind.
He's taking most of the anger with him to Alice.
Happy journey into the weekend to you all! :-)
|Date:||July 30th, 2010 10:49 am (UTC)|| |
Thank you, L, thank you! (And happy Friday, too. Have a London moment for me!)
|Date:||July 30th, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)|| |
Your writing is wonderfully visual. I'm looking forward to the next installment already.
Thank you, A, thank you. :-)
Have a good weekend!
Thank you thank you! :-)
A wonderful Friday to you and yours, too.
Eeee! The real joy in this is, occasionally, I just must re-read to get the total flavour. Must, I say! :D
I'm so glad that the story is working for you, and I'm glad too that you're enjoying bits of rereading. :-) Thank you for these kind words, and happy Friday to you!
"He drinks deep of the knowledge..."
I love that bit especially.
Hugs and fingers crossed for cooling trends over your weekend.
I'm happy that line worked, ALH, and happier that you're reading. [beams]
The cooling trend is now Always Two Days Away, as the forecasters mark time. This will be true until October. (Alas.)
Hope it's gorgeous where you are, and hope your Friday is a good one!
Thank you thank you, Gwynne. Plus thanks. ;-)
Hugs and a good end to your Friday!
Thank you thank you, C! Happy Saturday, too. :-)
I'm glad Morgan and the magic pleased, Rainkatt! Thank you thank you! Happy Saturday, too. :-)
I like the link in to Morgan's role in the outside world.
I'm glad that the "Principal Stonewood" reminder worked for you! :-)
Thanks, Stevie, and thanks on this Saturday.
I like "no tricks", there's a ton of possibility in those two words.
I hope some of the possibilities play out as we go on! :-))
Thank you thank you, S, for reading and for saying smart things!
I am only now getting to this, but oh, L, this is lovely!
I will pause just long enough to tell you that before rushing on to the next part.
Oh, W_P, I'm so glad you've liked this opening (and this magic bit), and I want to thank you for reading it. :-)