A Huntress is Born, Lives, and Stalks Through My Fantasies…

WIPpet Wednesday: Tickles and Kisses

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

We’re getting close to the final snippets before March, when I will be revising CD for NaNoEdMo.

I’m still not quite sure what to offer in March. I will be writing many new scenes and tweaking and rewriting much of what’s here – there are serious issues to deal with, subplots and characters and conflict and disasters to add…it will still have the charm of Henry and Tisira, with a much more cohesive, rich storyline. Right now, I’m inclined to share edited bits, perhaps of newly-written scenes, even though they’ll be out of sequence.

That’s because March will be an editing month, and then April and May will be creating months, with the 2014 A to Z April Challenge , CampNaNoWriMo, and Story-a-Day May.

Lots of busy happiness ahead, and I’ll be sharing more details on these in the coming weeks.

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is February 12, 2014

  • Today’s math: 2. That’s right. I’m being a date rebel, today, and sharing two apropos sentences in honor of Valentine’s Day, which is, as I write this, two days hence.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the#WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay with Trueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish– at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

This snippet occurs a bit after my last WIPpet, The Stars are Fire.

They awoke together, their minds joined in dancing play,and their smiles were radiant as they began to tickle each other in delight…..tickles that turned into hugs, and kisses that held a strange new intensity that flushed them with odd sensations, making skin sing with life and bodies press together with some unspoken yearning…

They broke free, and laughed, a stange new shyness between them. “Not yet”, they said, together, although they weren’t certain sure what it was that they were setting aside.

What’s next for Tisira and Henry ? More canoodling? Answers to the many questions that might tear them away from one another, in many ways?

Come back next week to find out…!

Here’s a song for the young newlyweds, as they ponder new explorations, and grow closer in delightful new ways … and for all lovers, everywhere!

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WIPpet Wednesday: The Stars Are Fire

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

Before I get to the WIPpet, I want to announce that I’m getting close to the point where sharing would involve spoilers. I think I have enough snippets left to last until March, when I will be revising CD for NaNoEdMo.

I’m not quite sure what to offer in March. I will be writing many new scenes and tweaking and rewriting much of what’s here – there are serious issues to deal with, subplots and characters and conflict and disasters to add…it will still have the charm of Henry and Tisira, with a much more cohesive, rich storyline. I might.

  • Offer bits as I go – this could get confusing, as the new scenes will be woven in throughout the novel, and I will be going back to the beginning.
  • Offer revised versions of snippets already shared, for comparison and comment.
  • Offer something else…I’ve been making pre-editing notes aplenty for Bounded by a Nutshell, the companion fanfic for this WIP. I could share those, or something else.

I’m open to suggestions or preferences, and will decide for sure before the last post of the month.

And now, on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is February 5, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (14-5+2=11). I subtracted the date, the 5th, from the last two digits of the year, 14. Then I added 2 for the month.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 11 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay with my Trueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We rejoin Tisira as she is, once again, up in the air…

This snippet occurs several hours after my last WIPpet, In the Heavens .Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).


Tisira slipped carefully, hairsbreadth by hairsbreadth, from beneath Henry’s outflung arm, loathe to wake him and feel the sharp bite of his fears – a bone he could not give up gnawing. Just as she could not give up the Hunt for the meaning of the words,or the wrongness of the stars.

He said nothing of it, ever; nor did she, anymore. And yet it was ever there between them, this gnawing, a live thing eating at their easiness in one another.

She stood watching him for a twentybreath – not her purposeful breaths, already wanting to be out and away, but his slow, sleeping comforting breath. She let it flow through her, binding them, setting a part of herself to his rhythm, to keep him with her as she Hunted, and mayhap to be a part of his dreaming.

But then the gnawing grew too much, and she Changed, slipping out the open window, and up to the thatched roof. It was a middling stifling night, with thick full air, but at least the scents she read from this far up were spiced with the river, and the temptation of the woodlands.

The stars are fire,” said Father’s voice, in her mind, as she looked to the stars, their wrongness still gnawing, gnawing. Was it imagining that she heard, too, not only the voice of the actor who had spoken the line in the courtyard below, but another, a singing voice like a man too far gone into his drinking bowl, as she sometimes saw at Osiraan?

Osiraan?

Will Tisira unravel this riddle? Will Henry be the one wakening alone? Are there other dangers lurking, as yet undetected? And what or where is Osiraan?

Come back next week to find out…!

 And, one more thing before I go…

Here’s a song for the girl who Hunts answers and gnaws at bones, while the world sleeps and spins around her. It also happens to be one of my personal favorite bits of musical loveliness.

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WIPpet Wednesday: In the Heavens

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is January 29, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (9-2=7). I took the date, the 29th, and subtracted the 2 from the 9.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 7 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay withTrueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish– at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We rejoin Tisira in the heavens – yes, literally!

This snippet occurs two months after my last WIPpet,Upon Awakening Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

Nockatee leapt and caught at the riggings, delighted that Henry had found them these jobs as errand-boys at the Globe – Shakespeare’s own theatre. She had become a part of the heavens, and now hung upside down, in Lynxform. No one below would see more than a shadow up under the thatched roofing,and talons and tail provided better purchase on the hemp ropes.

Henry peered up past the three tiers of seating, frowning at her being so far up, although he’d seen her do it every day for the last two months.In his mind, each time he knew she was in the heavens,was the memory of having found her crumpled and broken on the forest floor,terrified that the fall had killed her.

His face was worry-pinched as he squinted against the light, and his mind was full of all the things that might happen, the terror that she would fall again, and what the hard-packed earth of the floor would do to her body.

Sighing, she Changed, then slipped and dropped until she landed lightly beside him, her heart giving a little thrilled hop as his hand darted out to catch at hers.

Nockatee is finding her place in this new life – but will Henry be able to accept it? Will she be able to balance her nature and her young husband’s fears for her? And are those fears justified?

Come back next week to find out…!

Here’s a song (hopefully not prophetic) for the girl who loves the heavens, and the boy who loves her.

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WIPpet Wednesday: Wakening Alone

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is January 22, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (22-1-7=14). I began with the date (22), then subtracted the month (1), and then the digits of the year (2+0+1+4=7).
  • Today’s WIPpet is 14 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay withTrueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish– at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We find Tisira awakening alone at the cottage, and confused…

This snippet occurs immediately after my last WIPpet, At the Cottage Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

Nockatee half-awoke, and for a thirtybreath,she hovered between worlds, Burning with Father’s soulfires, chilled through to the marrow. Then, a nightbird’s sharp trill roused her, and she was awake,huddled and shivering on cold, damp earth.

A tenbreath later, she recognized the scent, and knew that she was on the floor of the cottage, lengthening shadows her only covering, for she was naked. She did not remember coming here. Had she not been Hunting?

But Henry was not here, and hadn’t been, since they left, by the scent. In the bond, she could feel him -all worry for her that he tried to cover – that she would find where she belonged, and leave him behind; that she had come to some terrible harm in the woodlands.

His fears tangled with her own – the words, that were old, heard in Father’s deep, calm voice as she fell asleep in the cupboard in his office, but new-writ in the book Henry had given her. And the stars – the wrong stars, she knew, without knowing how the stars could be wrong, or what was wrong about them.

She lay, without moving except for her body’s trembling, and waited for the answers to come, for another hundredbreath

Sima garo will provide. There are always possibilities.

So whispered the voices of her parents in her soul. Perhaps they were true whispers; for memory began to form around her presence here, in the cottage she and Henry had shared. She had come to these Huntlands, alone,with herself her quarry.

Nockatee is finding answers, but each seems only to bring more questions. Will these prove the same, or will she finally be able to put the pieces together, and puzzle out an answer?

And here’s a song that might offer Nockatee some hope, as she wrestles with all she remembers, and all she doesn’t know…

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WIPpet Wednesday: At the Cottage

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is January 15, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (1+15= 16). 1 for the month, 15 for the date.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 16 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so we’ll stay with Trueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish– at least until we get to a place where sharing might give too much away.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We find Tisira alone, Hunting the source of two strangely familiar scent-trails…

This snippet occurs immediately after my last WIPpet,ChangesChameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).


Tisira leapt into the nearest tree, to see if she could follow the scent trail from its branches,making making camouflaged travel a simpler matter.

Her breath caught in sudden dizziness, and she half-remembering falling through branches, with no ability to control her body or the way that it fell.But that was not now. She set herself, and climbed,despite the queasy complaints of her gut.

The spoor was still readable as it rose from the warming earth, and she followed it. The beings – a male and a female, she discovered, as she found the place where they had relieved themselves – had been casting to both sides of the trail, and were headed precisely in the direction of their cottage.

Tisira circled, leaping from tree to tree with breath held each time she was airborne;although none of the native animals were alerting, the scent was fresh, and they might yet be about. They were adults, and she had to assume, that they were stronger and held more knowledge than she. She couldn’t yet guess at what they wanted, but she knew that they were not from here, and their scent, although tickling memory, was not one she now knew.

When her spiraling path finally brought her within sight of the cottage, it was to find that the door was standing ajar on its leather hinges, when she knew Henry had closed and latched it against intruders. The owners of the strangely familiar scents had been here, and might still be – for she could not detect any sign that they had come out again.

She got to the last tree before the clearing where the cottage stood, and waited, crouched on a limb, watching for any telltale movement.

But there was none, and, although she watched for three sunlengths of the fading afternooning, no shadow moved, nor did any sound emerged from the cozy little home where she had first lived with her bondmate.

Tisira slunk out of the tree, and ducked into the tall grasses around the house, stalking slowly although she wanted to run, to storm inside, to demand explanations for the invasion into their lair….

But, when she finally got to the door, it was to find the cottage empty…..although their scent was heavy, in the small dampness of the shut-up cottage. She could tell where they had stepped, and what they had touched….and, in moments, she knew what they had taken….

What was taken? Why? And to where? Is there danger or salvation in the answers?

Come back next week to learn these answers….or to discover new questions…

And here’s a song that might appeal to Tisira, about now:

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WIPpet Wednesday: Changes

 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L. Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:

Today is January 8, 2014.

  • Today’s math: (1+8+ 1= 10). 1 for the month, 8 for the date, and then 1 more to make 10, because today is my daughter’s half birthday…in six months, she will be 10 (also, stopping at 9 would leave us all in an awkward spot.)
  • Today’s WIPpet is 10 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so this week we’ll stay with my Trueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We find Tisira alone, Hunting and remembering in the common woodlands outside London.

This snippet occurs a few hours after my last WIPpet,Hunter and Prey. Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).


Tisira Hunted only scents, for several sunlengths, delighted to be at last alone, free from the city with its noise and stink, and, for now, with the liberty to be just as she was. She had found her inner Huntress, and she remembered that there had been other times when chill air had ruffled her fur as she ran and climbed trees she could almost feel the shape of.

When she tired of exploring this new and yet known form, she took a rabbit for herself, gorging upon its blood organs, savaging it in frenzied play simply because she could…

Dimly, because her animal sensings were different, she could feel Henry trying to understand the changes he felt in her – the Changes he felt in her. But she could not share this part of her nature with him; he would need to find his own peace with all of her, else not.

Tisira was all but certain, now, that the place where she had been was very unlike this one. And what she was was nothing that was meant to live here, in these strange Huntlands.

After she tired of her sport, she found a mossy and sunwarmed boulder, and draped herself over it to clean herself of all traces of her kill, and the lulling motions filled her with a longing for others of her own kind, to share in the communal washings that she half remembered leading to tangled, purring sleep or rollicking play.

She caught a faint spoor on the passing breeze, and wrinkled her nose as she turned toward the scent.

She – almost – knew it, in some memory still shrouded from her, but becoming slowly clearer, as though emerging from a low, deep fog.

 What does Tisira smell? Will the trail lead to answers, or more questions? Safety, or danger?

And here’s a song to celebrate Tisira and her inner Huntress’ return:

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WIPpet Wednesday: Huntress and Prey

It’s #WIPpet Wednesday –K.L,Schwengel’s brainchild which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

 WIPpet Math:

Today is January 1, 2014.

  • Today’s math is simple. 1 for the month, and 1 for the date, added to 14 for the final two digits of a brand new year (1+1+14=16).
  • Today’s WIPpet is 16 sentences.

Henry and Tisira have a bit of a fan club amongst the #WIPpeteers, so this week we’ll stay with my Trueborn Weft series fantasy WIP, Chameleon’s Dish.

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk her lost identity.

We rejoin Nockatee and Henry at London’s White Hart Inn. Nockatee has found the words she was seeking, but now feels that she must look to the stars for her answers…answers that might not come in time to avert a disaster she can’t define.

This snippet occurs two weeks after my last WIPpet,Words – Eden’s Birthday Post.Chameleon’s Dish is the companion volume to Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction).

They’d been a fortnight at the White Hart, now, and had hired themselves out to do all the errands and tasks Goodman Thomas found too much for his aching back, in exchange for their meals. And they had their little room up under the eaves, where Nockatee could sit every clear night, and see the stars – the stars that still drove her, every morning, to try to force her remembering, the stars that still felt wrong, somehow.

She knew it was not in keeping with sima garo, this forcing; she could sense more of its shape, now,enough to know that she ought only to be open, and wait for it to provide answers.

But time was too short to wait. She knew it, Father knew it, and so did Mother. They were fixed on each other, but something was wrong, and they were not together. Could not be together…because of her?

It made little sense, but there it was, an idea that followed her everywhere, nipping at her heels, stalking her…

It haunted her, bringing unease when she was awake, and nightmares when she slept.

It was only one of the things that gnawed at her as though she was the last fresh bone of the kill.

She tried to keep the fears from Henry, lest he concern himself further over things she couldn’t even put words to, and could do nothing to change.

But he knew, and, in his own quiet way, tried to help. He arranged for them to run errands for the troupe from Shakespeare’s own theatre, the Globe, in barter for seats at the side of the stage when they were not working, because she loved the plays, and could forget, while the stories unfolded.

He took her to three dances – they could not partner, though, because she must pose as a boy to be accorded the right to work, – but she could not bear to see another girl touch him, and so they stopped.

“Henry,” she whispered, one morning, once the white searing pain of failing, yet, again, to remember her stars had faded to a place where she could think. “I must go Hunting.”

What is the mysterious trouble Nockatee senses? Why does she feel that the stars are wrong, and time is short? Will sima garo provide answers, or only more questions?

Come back next week for another installment – maybe there’ll be some answers then!

Here’s a tune that seems to capture a bit of Nockatee’s conflicts, and her mood:

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