In The Midst of Chaos
Which is precisely how I feel at the moment. But, it being WIPpet Wednesday
I must dash in quick like the proverbial bunny, give you something from a current WIP that relates to the date, and dash out. “No time to say hello, good-bye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!”
ROW80, I promise to catch up on details/goals next Wednesday.
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And now, because I feel as though I’m in chaos, a little of the same from Emergence. 22 lines from what is currently Chapter 22:
“Ciara?” He approached her cautiously, as though she were a wounded lion.
She lifted her face. Her eyes stopped him. They were darker than he’d ever seen them; hard, cold, and dancing with flickers of red. Anger flashed in them and Bolin braced himself, but it faded instantly.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said, her voice flat. “I thought they came back.”
She looked down at Berk, and brushed the damp hair off his forehead. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling with a slight hitch. Blood stained the left side of his tunic. Bolin edged closer and though Ciara didn’t look up the shadow of power around her darkened.
“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you. He’s very angry.”
Bolin wet his lips. “You’re safe now, Ciara. You and Berk both. Tell him he can go.”
She shook her head, her hair fell thickly around her shoulders in a tangled, matted mess. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He crouched down, an arm’s length from her, ducking his head to try and catch her eye.
And now I must away. Go spread the WIPpeteer love!