Anke

Railroad

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Mon, 20 May 2013 05:35:19 GMT

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It had seemed a good idea, Maggie taking a trip, Henry staying home to tinker in his workshop. But then…

“What were you thinking?” Maggie’s voice and shoulders dropped as she took in the model train rails cutting through the hatch to the kitchen. “Does it even open still?”

“It doesn’t need to.” Henry pulled out a chair, twitching a smile. After she sagged on the offered seat, he turned a gauge, causing a train to enter. It stopped so the first wagon, with its load of triangular leaf packets was right in front of Maggie.

“Rice dumplings. Your favourite.”

Here we go starting on the rest of the alphabet. The prompt "railroad" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "rice dumplings" from Eliza Gebow

I'm still accepting prompts for letters after T, if you're so inclined. :)

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Back?

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 19 May 2013 20:27:09 GMT

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Looks like it. A few things mostly to do with navigation got lost, I'll try to fix those soon.

But the content is there.

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Hiatus

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Tue, 14 May 2013 20:09:55 GMT

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Let's keep this short.

Before I started the A to Z thing, I attempted to upgrade the CMS my website runs on.
Something went wrong.
Then something went wrong when I tried to restore it.

Since then I can't create new posts (everything posted since then is repurposed old drafts) or switch on the spam filter.

I had planned to keep going until after the A to Z Challenge was finished, but that was before I knew I'd get over a thousand spam comments a day. After accidentally deleting two legit comments when trying to clean up, I switched off comments, and without a chance of comments, posting's not so much fun.

I'll try to get the page working and updated in the course of the week(end), though I can't promise anything.

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Quest

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Thu, 09 May 2013 17:11:22 GMT

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The outlander had agreed to the precautions Haisa wanted for their meeting. Satisfied, she retrieved the carved box that held what he sought, and opened it with a flourish.

His eyes, so far shining with excitement, went dull, and his shoulders sagged.

“It’s what you seek. Hair of Qilin!"

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, pardon me. It’s just that I need much more. To stuff a quilt.”

“Whatever for?” Haisa knew many uses for the potent ingredient; why waste it?

“If you slept under it, you would never get sick.”

Haisa wrinkled her nose. “Well, you buy? It’s a start.”

I'm way behind schedule in the April A to Z challenge, but I'm not stopping now. The prompt "quest" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "quilt" from Nita, and "Qilin", "Quantity", and "Quack" from Herm Baskerville.

Drabbles up to S are written; if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me. :)

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Prediction

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Tue, 07 May 2013 19:54:41 GMT

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All verses from the Book of Prophecies were debated, among those who cared about these things.

For example, “The black-eyed bear and the red-backed bear vie for supremacy, but the cat will beat them” had seen various warlords, kings, and politicians assigned to the animal roles. A relatively new reading cast President Elsa Winter as the cat, as she overshadowed her brother’s and husband’s political careers.

Those who considered prophecies Serious Business just turned up their noses at the reading, “there are more photos of cats on the internet than of great pandas and red pandas put together”.

I'm way behind schedule in the April A to Z challenge, but I'm not stopping now. The prompt "pandas" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "prediction" from Ellen Million.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me. :)

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Opinions

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 20:30:46 GMT

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When my hairdresser tries to talk me into a wave, a new hair colour, or using more styling products, at least she has the excuse of trying to improve her business, Miranda thought, unlike them. She took another forkful of her birthday cake and tried to ignore her mother’s and aunt’s comments. Again.

Soon, with half the family arguing if she had looked better with longer hair, or if she should cut her hair even shorter, Miranda excused herself.

Yes, the hair clippers were still there.

The whole room fell silent seeing her buzz-cut.

“Will you shut up now?”

Yes, I fell off the wagon. Better late than never. The prompt "Opinions" came from Ellen Million.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me. :)

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Newcomer

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 19:16:45 GMT

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The inner gate opened, admitting a woman with hair shorn short, and a still sore tattoo on her forehead.

“We’re up to eighty already?” Katya’s loud voice made the newcomer flinch.

“Yeah. Rats got the last five,” Rani drawled back.

Their number eighty straightened, recognising the game for what it was.

Sun in her back, Rani approached her. “All right, Eighty, here’s the rules. You do what you’re told, you guard the Rift, and you’ll live a while yet. Look for Seventeen, she’ll show you the ropes. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Her voice was firm. Maybe she’d last more than a day.

I'm now halfway through the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompt "Numbered" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "Newcomer" from Ellen Million.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me. :)

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Minions

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 18:52:34 GMT

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Thessaly had composed new songs since sailors had gotten wise to how to cross her sea unscathed.

Deep, dark, and slow like a whale’s heartbeat, her voice sank, and swept the seafloor. In the bright shallows the sand grew much-articulated legs as crabs were drawn to her and dug themselves out of their hollows. Further out, it was the big octopuses, tentacles streaming behind them as they hurried to find the source of the melody.

Thessaly shifted it, halting the animals’ motion. She would have to practise making them do what she wanted, but it was a good start.

I'm now halfway through the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompt "Mermaid" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "minions" from Ellen Million.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me - I have 5 for Q, but none foe R or T.

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Listening

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 17:02:19 GMT

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Alysha’s clothes stuck to her skin. With her old partner, she’d have stripped to her bra, but not with the rookie, so she merely entertained the thought of making a suggestion to have surveillance vans fitted with climate control on top of their usual gadgets.

“How about I nip to the store for some cool drinks?”

Keeping her eyes on a screen - currently useless infrared imaging - Alysha answered, “No.”

Barely a minute later, he said, “Or I could ask the people in the house here if we could borrow a bottle”

“Travis, this is no school trip.”

“But-”

“No. Way.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompt "lending" came from Ellen Million, "Lauschangriff" (German for "electronic eavesdropping") from Barbardin.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Key Witness

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 20:07:26 GMT

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“Jane, we need to have a last chat.”

“Last, boss?” It felt like her head wasn’t connected to her body anymore, and that might just happen.

“You want to turn key witness against me.”

“Oh, no, boss. I— Yesterday that was just showing off to that cute— ahem. I said that I knew enough, not that I wanted to. It was stupid, but I was just kidding around.”

He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Jane, that cute guy was a mole. Police, causing trouble with your little hints.”

“But…” I’m dead. “Police?” she echoed.

A sharp smile. “Just kidding.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompt "kidding" came from Ellen Million, "Kronzeuge" (German for "key witness") from Barbardin.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Jaguar Season

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 19:19:02 GMT

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Lyra’s idling jeep purred like a tiger, a low growl. She liked to think the machine looked forward to the hunt. After all those years of strict protection, finally there was a hunting quota on jaguars.

Lulled from waiting, Lyra spotted the sleek, dark form approaching the watering hole late. She brought her gun to bear and aimed carefully, not wanting to damage the coat. A shot, a pop, and a whining motor. Perfect.

Watching the wild car spin the other motored wheel futilely, letting it tire itself out, Lyra patted her jeep. “Don’t worry. You’ll always be my favourite.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompt "Jaguar" came from Ellen Million, "Jagdsaison" (German for "hunting season") from Barbardin.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Ingenious

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:46:26 GMT

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“I had the best idea.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. Best idea. For break-ins.”

“Break-ins.”

“Yeah, see, we’ll train your iguana to climb up a wall, right. Carrying a rope.”

“There are so many things wrong with this idea.”

“No, really, it’s a lizard, it climbs well. So it climbs up with a rope, and hold really tight with those claws of his-”

“-hers.”

“-hers, and we can climb up.”

“Why would we break in anywhere, anyway?”

“Because we can!”

“You should switch to water.”

“Pool? Like in True Lies?”

“Mila, you’re drunk.”

“Right! I have the best ideas when drunk.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. The prompts "Iguana", "Ingenious" and "Imbibe" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Homeward

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 16:34:07 GMT

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Time she couldn’t calculate and countries no-one under this sky had ever mapped behind her, Sylvie now only saw sea voyage between herself and home. It felt odd to again be negotiating with someone who spoke Seafarer tongue natively.

“Ship-mages usually have a better handle of wind than ‘hardly at all’.”

“I’m very good with wood, in case your ship has patched leaks you’d like properly fixed. And I can keep water clean, or pull the salt from seawater.”

The captain gave her a long look. “If we get no better offer by tomorrow, you’ve got your passage.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "H is for Homeward" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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God Touched

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 11:44:07 GMT

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“Who thought he would make a good judge?”

“What do you mean?”

“Quite apart from the fact that he is a mass-murderer and arsonist, shouldn’t a judge be level-headed, not prone to violent outbursts?”

“Oh, well, it works. Not many people oppose him. Or contradict him. People who have a mind do not want to make him angry.”

“And you put… that there as a reminder?”

“Makes for less violence all around.”

“A huge pile of skulls and one donkey-jawbone.”

“Look, he has obviously been chosen for the position by God, or he wouldn’t have managed ‘…that’.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "G is for God Touched" came from Royce Day.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Freaked Out

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:31:22 GMT

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When Nico turned from the market stall with a bundle of carrots, narrowly avoiding buying a live chicken, she came almost face to face with a man so wide-eyed she could see the whites all around his irises. He seemed to have trouble breathing.

“Hey, you need help?”

“Nico?!”

“Yes?” She drew out the word and leaned back almost imperceptibly, not recognising the man yet.

“But you were in a section of the station that depressurised and exploded. You’re dead!”

That tumbled some old memories into the light. “Martin.” She looked around. “Long story. Let’s talk somewhere more private?”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "F is for Freaked Out" came from Royce Day.
Drabbles for G and H are written, but if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Effort

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 05:56:35 GMT

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Everybody needed salt, and the further away from the salt pans by the sea you got, the more precious it was. So Karva put together a caravan. One year’s time, and carts, animals, people, cargo. But it would pay off.

It was a long way to the mountain-locked nation of Raaji, and the people had to help push the carts up the pass roads, but it would be worth it.

But no-one wanted to trade anything like Karva had expected. Finally she snapped and asked.

“You want far more than the Goblins.”

“Goblins?”

“They bring salt from underground.”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "E is for Effort" came from Rix Scaedu.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Defiance

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 05:58:33 GMT

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Content note: This is more violent than my usual stuff. Proceed with caution. (Violence against animals.)

Claws dripping with blood, One of Legion approached the last house whose rigid lines were not being corrected by fire or reinstated decay.

There was one defender left, tiny, growling and snarling. The Legions could almost appreciate dogs in their variety, but for their warped minds. This dog was not dissuaded from attacking One of Legion by a dull swat sending it flying, but attacked again, biting. It held on, even though ichor burned its maw.

One of Legion sliced it in half, adding a little to the Legion’s loathing of humankind’s spoiling the world. Animals usually had better sense.

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "D is for Demon" came from Royce Day, "D is for Defiance" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, and "D is for Dog" came from Rix Scaedu.

If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Chained

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 12:04:07 GMT

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Pain all over. Want dark-den.

Humans. Want to bite them. Fear. Bite, they hurt.

Chains drag on collar, outside, can’t run.

More humans. Too many. Loud. Smell bad fear, anger.

One comes near. Challenges chain-humans. Snarls, no bites.

Human pack angry at chain-humans. They fear now. Turn tails.

Challenger makes calm noises. Quiet. Touch gentle. Makes chains fall. Pulls me away, to place without other humans.

Want to run, but weak. Afraid.

Challenger takes collar.

Less pain.

Quiet. Safety.

I change. No fur, but hands. This is me, too.

My voice is hoarse with disuse. “Thank you.”

So, I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "C is for Chained" came from Royce Day. If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Blame Game

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 12:01:37 GMT

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“It was your idea!”

“I was kidding! You bought it!”

“You could have said, but you went on about cooking it!”

“You tried to put it in the pot, it’s your fault!”

“I don’t care. You two will clean the octopus ink off the ceiling together while I take the poor dear to the zoo.”

So, I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "B is for Blame Game" came from Royce Day. C is written, too, but if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Aviatrix

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 07:20:52 GMT

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Of course I remember that flight.

The change in the headwind when the motor sped up, and the sheer volume of the machinery.

The lurch when the flyer lifted off its rail was more familiar, from the unpowered models I’d piloted.

Over-sensitive controls exaggerated small motions, so the flyer leapt in the air roughly. At least the altitude would mean greater distance.

After the landing, the pride and hope in my mother’s eyes burned. Maybe now we could get a sponsor for a lighter motor, a craft that could carry a grown-up, rather than a twelve yearold girl.

So, I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "A is for Aviatrix came from Royce Day. B is written, too, but if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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Need prompts, send help!

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sat, 30 Mar 2013 20:57:11 GMT

or: Need help, send prompts!

I want to try an experiment, namely joining the April A-Z challenge on short notice.

And you can help me!

Give me writing or drawing prompts to fill the alphabet of themes. Right now I'm particularly looking for the first week, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, but if you've got a good one for other letters, don't hesitate. ;)

Spreading the

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Pillow Talk

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 18:44:32 GMT

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“Try to sleep, love.”

“I have tried. I can’t. What if I forgot anything? What if I’m not good enough? I, I, I—”

“You made your case, you did your best, and fretting now won’t help. Guerillas could hide in the shadows under your eyes. At least lie down, and try to relax. I’ll rub your back.”

“I’m afraid of—”

“Shh. I have you, I’ll hold you. If this doesn’t work, you won’t be alone.”

“Thank you.”

*
“How’s the back?”

“Getting better.”

“I thought so.”

“I’m Warm.”

“Good.”

“You smell nice.”

“I’ll be here in the morning, every morning. Promise.”

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Of the Wood

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 17 Feb 2013 15:00:03 GMT

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Yameh snuck through the thicket where the Spirit Wood grew against the walls of the city. Deep in the green she would be safer, because very few people went in there. They were scared. She liked the place. But she had to return home.

When she found the stone and dead wood of an alley, she peered from the shadows to see if the kids who had thrown things at her were waiting, or any other danger. Few people, not watching the wood.

But when she slipped out of hiding, someone said, “Don’t I know you?”

Yameh jumped, and saw the copper-haired storyteller in a doorway nearby. He smiled, and his voice was nice, and he was the only other human with red hair she’d seen, so she hesitated.

“I’m Rann. What’s your name?”

Without as much as shaking her head first, she ran to the mouth of the alley.

Nothing followed her but laughter and the words, “I’ll just call you Sylvie, then.”

Inspired by the prompt "Write a story using an adult and a child as the only characters." by KissOfJudas of Our Pens, Your Pennies

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Wisdom on the Mountain

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 08:11:50 GMT

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Hala struggled up the mountain step by painful step, hunching her shoulders against the cold, but she would not give up. The Cursed Wisewoman’s advice was her last hope; if she could not find her, she might as well die here.

Sharp edges cut her fingers when she had to climb a steep outcrop.. Icy wind spooled her breath from her lungs - but the sight when she crested the obstacle took it away entirely. An old oak tree, more trunk than branches, huddled in the lee of a boulder. An old, lined face formed of craggy bark was too clearly visible to be a trick of the light.

When Hala approached the Wisewoman of legend, a creak announced the opening of her eyes. Yellow-brown and baleful they regarded the human woman.

Hala swallowed and took a few deep breaths, gathering thin air in her lungs. “Honoured Wisdom, I request your help.”

“Yeeeers, of course you do. And what do you have for me?”

“I…” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And the Wisewoman shouldn’t sound so petulant.

“Oh, girl, even a tree needs to live. I’m sure what you’re going to ask about is important, but I’m not gonna tell you a thing if you don’t bring me at least a bucket of dung.”

“And lug it up here?” Indignation was burning away Hala’s confusion.

“You have limbs that move, so stop complaining. Not a word.” The slash in the bark that was her mouth closed and fused, as did her eyes. Her entire face seemed to retract deeper into the tree, turning from a marvel to a bit of chance.

Going numb inside, Hala turned around. Dung. So much for legends.

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Shifting Focus

ankewehner@livejournal.com — Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:56:14 GMT

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Kondarans! Arrogant, lazy... Mirab was an example of the type, being put out at the thought of having to learn a new language - it had never crossed her mind anyone would not speak her own. Teaching it had fallen on Daaren, and he was not about to complain about it, given that he had been another one of the strays the local keep was in a habit of taking in. The girl’s attitude grated on his nerves, anyway.

Mirab’s companion, Firo, seemed an exception from the rule, modest and diligent, and trying to mediate between the girl wrapped up in herself and the real world. It was he who suggested they could translate a story, for them to offer as entertainment and as thanks for the hospitality. The idea even roused Mirab’s interest.

“Oh, yes! A tale about Sir Garob!”

The name seemed vaguely familiar to Daaren. “What is he known for?”

“He was a knight who travelled to barbarian places to teach people to defend themselves. To teach them courage and honour. Only he and his page. How brave he was.”

“Ah. I heard stories that came from Harred.”

“That sounds like the place where he fought a bloodthirsty griffin.” Mirab was blind with hero-worship for someone she never had met. Firo was more perceptive, judging from the nervous looks he gave me.

Daaren nodded. “In Harred I heard tell of him. A Kondaran noble too stupid to care for his own horse or gear, so he had to have a boy following him and do the work.”

“Stupid?!”

“Or maybe lazy. Certainly, though, arrogant and stupid with that. He was set to killing a griffin that at the time hunted near the town. People tried to tell him it was a bad idea; there was a cyrnag with the griffin; they left the herds alone and occasionally traded with the people in Harred.”

The girl yelled something in Kondaran too slurred and rapid for Daaren to catch more than something about lies. He talked right over Firo trying to calm her down.

“I’m not making this up. I am telling the story as it was told to me. Do you want to hear the rest, or not?”

“Not.” She pouted, sulking like a girl half her age.

Firo tried to smooth things over. “Maybe we should try with the story of Saya and the good fairy. It is less long also.”

Mirab gave him a sour look. “You do it, I don’t care.”

“I’ve never heard of a good fairy.” The very idea raised Daaren’s hackles. But he did appreciate the boy’s efforts. “So tell me of those fairies you have down south.”

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