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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

The purpose of  K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild  is to encourage writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 3,2013.

  • Adding the digits of the month and date (7+3=10) gives us ten paragraphs.
  • Beginning at the beginning, I am sharing the first ten paragraphs of the Prologue.

Throughout July, I offer my current NaNo effort, Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock),loosely based upon 26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the 2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

Today, we spy on Kaitiraan as she prepares for a visit from the Seer,Njyn, who has a prophecy to share, in the opening of The Stars are Fire, Book 1 in the Trueborn Weft fantasy series.

***Kaitiiraan made certain that she could see the looking-glass without turning her head, or seeming to shift her focus from the point above the chair cushion that the Seer’s face would soon be occupying. Satisfied, she nodded to the head serving-man, who went with silent grace, head bowed, to the table where the refreshments were laid our upon glazed porcelain dishes that were fine, but clearly not the finest she possessed.

Keeping still, she set to studying herself in the glass, and made minute shifts in the tightness of her spine, the lightness of her hand curled over the arm of the chair, revealing a flashing hint of her cut and polished stone rings, each finely and uniquely grained and shaped – one for each of her fingers.

She made certain that her face reflected the precise degree of hauteur she wished to project,in its every line, and that the shadow from the slatted windows and the afternooning sun would only touch her in ways that flattered, or intimidated, as she wished, playing with the light in her jade-hued and sunlight-tinted eyes. Not one raven hair was out of place in the elaborately woven and aryrtana strewn arrangement, and she nodded at her reflection – her own mother’s expression of satisfaction, too infrequently earned by the child she had been.

Only when all was perfect did she nod to the naked serving boy who had remained, kneeling, at her side, until needed. He was young,too young to have been selected for service, yet, and three degrees too obvious in his wanting to be chosen, now. Still, it did speak to her desirability that he wore his eagerness so clearly, and that was something that might prove useful.

He fairly leapt to the door, pulled the braided silk cord, and the sound of the cane chimes came through the lattice-willow panels in the doors before they were opened, from the other side, and the Seer stood in the space between.

She did not hurry, as such people never did, acting as though none but them kept time glasses, or had other matters to attend. Even for the Kai, no Seer would hurry – even when six of her sisters, already, decorated the Jewelled Walk. Mayhap, not even for a naked Huntleader.

This one – Njyn, she was named now, although that was as affected as the way in which she stood, hands folded behind her simple and flowing skirt of fine weave but in a brilliant grape dye, her chin lifted in a way that seemed almost like one of the Hunters…

Kaitiiraan felt a twitch growing in her left shin, and willed herself to stillness, as she had been well taught. Nothing to be done for the sudden wetness and ache that filled her center at the thought of naked Huntleaders, and what she had shared with them. Certainly, she could not shift her weight upon her seat now, and,truth,she didn’t know whether she would attempt to ease the tension, or add a delicious friction to it, if she did.

She swallowed as unobtrusively as she could, not looking directly at Njyn, whom she had known, long ago. Her stomach knotted as though it would sick up – she’d thought that by scheduling the meeting for a threeglass after nooning, she would be assured a more settled belly, but the queasiness had fooled her, tricksome as a naked Huntleader who first tempted, then denied, his yellow eyes saying with no need for words that, even here,in her very Keep,he was the Hunter, and she the Hunted.

Finally, Njyn came into the room. Kaitiiraan had had the head serving-man set the looking-glass so that she might observe both herself and the other woman, while Njyn’s view of her would require a craning of her neck around the heavy wooden framing.***

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There we have it – the first ten paragraphs of The Stars are Fire, barely two days old, and already right here on your screen! Now, that’s service!

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