Snippet Sunday

[wayfaringwordhack]

From the short* (but still interminable) first chapter of WW bk 1:

    Srila had had enough of temporary and more than enough of useless. Without stopping to consider consequences, she grabbed the bowl of spiced syrup intended for Paoala and swallowed it in one gulp. It had grown tepid, but the ginger and cinnamon lit a pleasant warmth in her throat.
    “The council,” carped her sympath.
    “Rot the council,” Srila muttered, picking up a sticky, yellow compress. “Help me.”

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* I'll finish it soon, asakiyume. Promise. :P

Comments

[frigg.livejournal.com]

Well, that's also a way to test it. :p

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

PEE!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I know you will. I have confidence :-)

Now I worry about poor old Paoala, who will not get her medicine!

(and mmm, ginger and cinnamon....)

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Your thoughts on Paoala shall change, I dare say, when you finally get the chapter. :P

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Ready and eager when you are :-)

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

I'm still not. :-< My crisis of faith is long, tenacious, and debilitating.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

:-(

Well take your time my dear. But I think the world of you. Just so you know.