This one needed me to sleep on it. That kenning was a real challenge, but i think it works, and within the story too. I hope you think so too...
[Continued...]
As the child fell asleep, Shala could not stop thinking about her father’s actions, and how shameful she felt for allowing herself to follow them. Even more so that she had failed. But did that mean Vardo was the true mystic? The next Breath Stealer? Her visions had shown that her time was up, but was she to move on with this family, or surrender herself to Vardo’s sword? Shala rocked the child as if she had not a care in the world, still humming while she pondered her own end. Eventually, she thought she knew what she must do
“I suppose I deserved that,” Donna said. “I’m glad you don’t blame Reggie.”
“Not anymore.” She dropped the smoldering butt, and ground it with emphatic toe twists. “It took me years to accept the bastard’s apologies, on account of you…” She shook her head.
“Of me what?”
She had almost finished with, ‘dying today.’ Instead, she muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” Donna grasped Beatrice’s hands, and faced her. “It matters you’re here, now.”
“How? I don’t understand what’s happening. How I got here. How to get home. Please tell me how to return home!”
This one needed me to sleep on it. That kenning was a real challenge, but i think it works, and within the story too. I hope you think so too...
[Continued...]
As the child fell asleep, Shala could not stop thinking about her father’s actions, and how shameful she felt for allowing herself to follow them. Even more so that she had failed. But did that mean Vardo was the true mystic? The next Breath Stealer? Her visions had shown that her time was up, but was she to move on with this family, or surrender herself to Vardo’s sword? Shala rocked the child as if she had not a care in the world, still humming while she pondered her own end. Eventually, she thought she knew what she must do
[Continuing...]
“I suppose I deserved that,” Donna said. “I’m glad you don’t blame Reggie.”
“Not anymore.” She dropped the smoldering butt, and ground it with emphatic toe twists. “It took me years to accept the bastard’s apologies, on account of you…” She shook her head.
“Of me what?”
She had almost finished with, ‘dying today.’ Instead, she muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” Donna grasped Beatrice’s hands, and faced her. “It matters you’re here, now.”
“How? I don’t understand what’s happening. How I got here. How to get home. Please tell me how to return home!”
Without needing to ride death’s carriage.