Snippets of Story-- April

{Via}

Hello again!

The time for Snippets of Story has rolled around again, hosted by the lovely Katie.

In March and April (so far) I've actually written more than usual, at least, what's been usual recently.  I started a new project, which is exciting for me.  It has no name yet.  I'm about 6,000 words in, and so that's exciting.  So, because of this, I'll give you some snippets from that.  To be honest, I haven't been writing much, still.  I need to get back on track, but this project is helping me with that.  So, without further adieu, here we go.  I only have two snippets today, because I don't have that much written, and I'm not really to any exciting bits yet.

“You like reading?”

Alea glanced up.  “Oh!  You’re awake!”

The young man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.  “That I am, Alea Fairweather.”

“You remembered,” she said, smiling back.

“Of course.  I always remember when a beautiful girl tells me her name,” he said.

Alea laughed.  “You know my name,” she said, “But I have yet to learn yours.”

“Anders of Colthurst,” said the man.  As an afterthought, he added, “Prince of Kiellot.”

Alea gasped.  “Your highness, I’m ever so sorry.  I had no idea…”  She quickly stood, and curtsied.

The prince laughed.  “Alea Fairweather, there is no need of that, among friends.  And you, because you saved my life, are most definitely a friend.”

Alea blushed.  “Well, I thank you most kindly, your highness, but I’m afraid a mountain girl’s bed is probably not quite what you’re used to.”

He laughed, lightly.  “That is true.  But it’s quite alright, Alea.  I don’t mind, so long as I’m living.”

Alea smiled, shyly.  “I thank you, your highness.”

Wind swished across the fields that surrounded her house, toying with her hair, and twisting her skirts around her legs.  She glanced at the house, and then turned and began to run.  She ran full tilt toward a tree that sat in the front yard, facing toward the south.  Toward the desert.  Alea skidded to a halt in front of the tree, and then walked slowly, purposefully toward a branch, from which hung a small wooden swing.  She sat down, arranging her skirts around her.  And then, she began to swing, allowing herself to go higher and higher.  Allowing herself to soar, like a bird, high above the ground.  Perhaps it would be the closest she would ever get to flying.  But Alea… she would take what she could get. 

She felt herself swoop gracefully toward the desert, only to be pulled back again, back toward the only home she had ever known.  And in that instant, she felt torn in two.  Her home, her only home, versus adventure.  But she could feel the call of the desert in her heart.  It was telling her she had to go.  It was telling her it was high time for her to leave her home.

So, there we go.  What did you think?  Are you guys linking up with Katie for Snippets of Story?  If you like to write, how are your writing endeavors going?  

The Dandy Lioness