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 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.

Welcome to the final snippet before March, when I will be revising CD, and offering you even better passages! Yes, 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.

For now, though, it’s getting late, and I still have things to do before midnight….so on to the WIPpeting!

WIPpet Math:

Today is February 26, 2014.

  • Today’s math is 26-14 =12. 26, for the date, 14, for the year, to make 12.
  • Today’s WIPpet is 12 words, from just after the previous scene, in last week’s WIPpet, Burning Desperation. In actual timelines, this snippet is set on 29 June 1613 – the day of the Globe Theatre fire.

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.

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

 Perhaps, she was already too late to reach him, to save him.

Will Tisira get the trapdoor open, and save Henry? Will they survive the fire? And what comes next, now that Tisira has remembered herself?

I know, I know -those are the same questions I asked last week. And the answer’s just about the same – for that, you might just need to read the entire book…! Of course, I’m going to need to revise it first…my business for next month.

Here’s a fitting song for the moment…recorded live exactly 400 years after the Globe fire!

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 It’s #WIPpet Wednesday !

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

WIPpet Math:

Today is December 11, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+11=23.
  • I then added the digits of the year. 2=0=1=3=6; 23+6=9.
  • And, as a holiday treat, I added 4, to give you my favorite number – 33 sentences total.

No one offered a favorite for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

We join Jim Kirk as he prepares to meet with Admiral Nogura, with the intent to get the Enterprise back. This scene occurs shortly after Jim’s previous WIPpet, “There’s a Thing Out There!”

This WIP is set in the time frame of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Within the Trueborn double series, this WIP occurs before Spock discovers whether T’Lys is real, or a childhood delusion carried into adulthood. It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

He’d told Sonak the meeting wouldn’t last three minutes. Maybe the Old Man had spies on the landing platform, because he kept Jim waiting exactly that long before he entered his private conference room. Jim came to attention, and waited another minute for Nogura to acknowledge, and gesture him to a seat. Form was important to the Admiral.

“Now, then, Jim, what is it you wanted to talk about?

“With your permission, sir?” He held up the data chip with all his reports and analysis on it. Nogura nodded, and Jim inserted the chip, thinking of the other one, the one in his pocket, almost like he was carrying Spock around as a talisman.

Nogura listened to the spiel – the whole thing, which came in at two and a half minutes – he’d timed it.

“I believe, Admiral Nogura, that I am the only man for the job.”

Nogura watched him for another long minute, and the three Jim had projected stretched into four, with nothing decided. He couldn’t get the ship launched early if he didn’t get the command, then get over there. He started to feel the tension and pressure, but the small weight of Spock’s data chip in his pocket helped him to find calm again.

“I’m not sure there is a job to do, Jim – and you haven’t been in the center seat for over two years, now.”

“That is true. On the other hand, Decker hasn’t commanded anything other than a research craft, in space. And, for the last two years, he’s commanded a starship in drydock.”

“You recommended Captain Decker glowingly, Jim.”

“With the understanding that he’d have a five-year mission to cut his teeth on, Admiral, not a potentially vital mission to save the planet.”

“I’m not at all sure there is a need for a mission.”

“That thing is still headed on a direct course for Earth, Admiral. I’ve been tracking it – it’s incredibly fast. We won’t have a lot of time to act, if it turns out to be dangerous, and you’ve sent the Enterprise off somewhere else. Is that a chance we can afford to take, Admiral?”

Five minutes, now, and another while Nogura just sat there and watched him. Finally, he said, “You make a valid point. How long do you need to get the ship ready?”

“Twelve hours from the minute I set foot on that Bridge.”

Another minute ticked away. Jim mentally held Spock’s message in his mind, to calm himself.

“What else do you need?”

“I need Bones and Spock.”

“Do I need to remind you that they’ve both resigned their commissions?”

 

There we have it – a man with a mission, now accomplished. Will things go smoothly? Is he ready for this? Will Bones and Spock be found?

For December, pick the WIP, and POV character! If you have a favorite, don’t be shy! Someone decides, and it could be you! This WIP is the default.

And here’s a song for the returning Captain…

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday !

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

WIPpet Math:

Today is December 4, 2013.

  • I added the month and the date: 12+4=16 paragraphs, post-NaNo edited.

Nobosy offered a favorite WIP for this WIPpet, so here’s more of my Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction, King of Shreds and Patches:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

We find Spock, kneeling upon the sands of Gol, cast away by the Kolinahru he hoped to join. This scene occurs before Amanda’s snippet, Prodigal Son.

This WIP is set in the time frame of Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Within the Trueborn double series, this WIP occurs before Spock discovers whether T’Lys is real, or a childhood delusion carried into adulthood. It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

I held the symbol of Kolinahr, cast upon the sands as I had thought my emotions to be. I caressed it, craving touch, craving T’Lys, craving the solace of the entity’s pure, layered, logic. Craving, too, the promise of nothingness Gol had offered – and which I had, in a single motion, rejected.

I had not known that I would lift my hand, and deny myself the peace, the prison, of Kolinahr, until I felt it lifting. I’d spent the threeday between alone upon the Forge, meditating, sobbing when I could not resist, but not allowing myself the pleasures of self-gratification – something within me was far too open, too yearning. I feared that, if I gave myself to those primal impulses, even once, I would not be able to stop short of giving myself over in another lifebond with T’Lys….

And still, I did not know if she was real, and had no way to ascertain it, unless I could find her…

I considered that course of action, considered leaving Gol and procuring a shuttle (how I would accomplish this, I knew not; I had released all my resources and holdings to others before joining the retreat here), and simply traveling in the direction that led to her….until I found her, ran out of fuel, or died. I was not certain that I cared which…

When I found myself running toward ShiKahr and its spaceport at midday, I knew that I had not attained Kolinahr, that I had only been hiding my emotions, even from myself. There was no logic in that, either…

I went back to the desert just beyond Gol, where I would not be seen, and turned to the entity again, away from T’Lys and the enticing chaos she had so often brought me.

But, “Sima garo provides,” she whispered, as I left her. Even in this, she inflamed my imagination, kept a part of me to herself, would not release me.

Then, as now. I was still unsure whether I had lifted my hand, or if she had – but the result was the same. I had made the staying gesture, and that invited the touch of the Master’s mind. Had I been seeking that out, all along – another mind to touch, to connect myself to? After so much separation, and isolation, could it truly be so simple as that I needed that connection, to something or someone? To anything or anyone, indiscriminately?

When she had touched my mind – it shamed me to remember, but there was no logic in that, nor in attempting to forget what was etched within memory; etched in flame – when she touched my mind, I responded first as a male, surging toward what was female within her, my telerotic centers, so open and filled with T’Lys, seeking hers, offering, pleading for her to see me only as a male – a male who wanted her, wanted to touch, to pleasure, to claim, to dance, to find the bliss of Attunement.

For a moment, she responded, and there was shock in it for both of us….we almost gave in to it, to the searing, surging power of it…

“No, Spock. I am not what you need.” Still, despite her words, she did not withdraw, instead offering soothing touches to the inflamed parts of my mind and my soul.

“In this breath, you are All.” But it was untrue, even now, and I knew it, knew that she knew it even before she spoke again.

“And what of the next? No. She is writ large in your soul; thee cannot escape such connection, such passion. Perhaps, it was madness to try.” She urged me to the place where T’Lys, cloaked in flames and truth, waited, Huntress-still.

The Master spoke aloud now, her words for the attendants, but all was gibberish. She eased away from my mind, gently, but firmly, leaving the heat of desire to scorch only me, alone…

The Kolinahru turned, and left me. There was neither unkindness nor kindness in it; I had failed, and this was no longer my place. It remained unsaid, but I knew – I would not be welcomed here again.

I dropped the symbol of the newly accepted Kolinahru adept, and rose from my knees. I began to walk, to the only place that I still knew would accept me – because there was no one there to refuse me. It was a two day’s walk…perhaps, time to find myself amongst the flood of feelings, but, certainly, a refuge where I could hide myself.

I felt it. I knew that this was only the harbinger. Emotion was a tightly knotted tangle within me, a heaviness, but I could feel it loosening, swelling toward eruption, and I no longer thought I had any control over it.

There we have it – a man on the verge of crisis. Will he find a direction, or connection? Will he survive his explosive emotions? What will he choose?

For December, pick the WIP, and POV character! If you have a favorite, don’t be shy! Someone decides, and it could be you! This WIP is the default.

This seems to catch the mood of Spock’s conflict….

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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 NaNo Math:

Today is November 13, 2013. It’s also the seventh birthday of one of the coolest guys I know – my nephew Nate!

  • For today’s offering, I began with Nate’s age (7).
  • Then I created an equation with digits of the year (2+1= 0+3= 3), and added these to Nate’s age (7+3=10).
  • That’s a lot of silliness to say that you get 10 shortish paragraphs today, because it seemed like a natural amount to give you! =)

During November, I offer my brand-spanking new for NaNo 2013 Trueborn Warp series Star Trek fan fiction WIP, King of Shreds and Patches.

Here’s the logline I’ve created for it:

Spock and an enigmatic woman from a troubled time in his past struggle to save two worlds from alien threats, neither knowing whether their renewed connection will bring salvation or devastation.

Since there are four point of view characters in this WIP, and four weeks, I will be sharing a snippet of each character’s opening scene – a bit I think speaks to where they are at the beginning of things.

This is the very beginning of Jim Kirk‘s story. We find him living a duller life than he used to, and ready for any opportunity to break loose…and suddenly realizing that he might have found one in an unexpected place – Out There, somewhere…

This WIP deals with the time frame and events covered in Star Trek: The Motion Picture. For those who want a context within the Trueborn double series, these events take place before Spock discovers whether his T’Lys is real, or a childhood dream he’s expanded on over the years.

It’s the companion volume to Sima Garo Provides (Trueborn Weft Series), original fantasy.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!


James Tiberius Kirk, Admiral, Starfleet Special Operations, knew that he ought to be alarmed, or at least concerned, by the eerie images flashing across the eyes-only briefing room screen. A quick glance around the curving table revealed that the other five watchers were – well, except for Nogura. The Old Man was inscrutability personified – he never revealed his emotions. Jim had often wondered if he’d taken lessons from the Vulcans.

But the others were all staring intently at the screen with expressions that ranged from open-mouthed shock to a thoughtful type of concern. A little belatedly, Jim plastered something on his face that he hoped looked like deep worry – he didn’t think the Old Man was watching him, but it would hardly do to reveal what he was really feeling.

He wondered what it said about him that, when he watched the footage – this was the second runthrough, slowed down to avoid missing any detail – that he felt, more than anything, a sense of excitement and possibility.

There was a thing out there, and it was headed this way.

And the only ship in a position to intercept, if it came to that, was the Enterprise.

It was true that she wasn’t his ship, any longer – the promotion to the soul-numbing ranks of the Admiralty had taken him out of the center seat and parked him firmly, and, until now, apparently permanently, behind a desk. But Willard Decker was an untried young captain. So far, the biggest thing he had ever commanded was a starship in drydock, undergoing a refit.

He was not in the least prepared to take on a threat to Earth – the heart of the Federation.

And Nogura had to know that, had to know that, sitting right here in this room, was the man who had commanded that starship for five eventful years, years that had made him a beloved legend and a popular hero. The man who had personally seen to the administration of every aspect of that refit, including suggestions on senior staffing…Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov, Chapel – even Decker was captain, at least in part, because Jim had suggested his old friend Matt’s son for the position.

Jim stared at the screen as though still needing confirmation, and sent out a silent and grudging thanks to Spock, wherever in hell he’d disappeared to, for giving him so much first-hand experience with assumed calm. Otherwise, he was sure his racing heart and mind would be obvious to everyone in the room.

The replay wound down, and Nogura rose to stand beside the viewer as it displayed a new set of graphics – projected distance into the Klingon Empire, time projections for entry into Federation space, arrival at Epsilon Nine and, if it maintained its heading, Earth.

There we have it – a man trapped in a life he’s not at all sure he wants, who sees a chance to escape. Will he take it? Is he ready? Will his personal motives get in his way? What is that thing out there, anyway? (Okay, if you’ve seen the movie, you already know – but there is a lot more to the story than appears on the screen, I promise!)

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. I’m still writing it, and I want you all curious and eager when I come back! =D

And stay tuned for December, too, when I will be offering a bit of a holiday treat – each week, YOU will get to pick the WIP, and the POV character!

Let’s close out with the only song I could possibly put here….I’m not sure I can say, “Enjoy!” with a straight face, but may it provide a groan, a chuckle, or a “What the – ?!” With my kids, I got “What the heck am I watching?” and “How can I replace my blood with this?”

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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 October 9, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, I’ve used the digits of the month and day (9+10=19)
  • Then, I added the digits of the year (2+0+1+3=6; 19+6=25).
  • Then I added three lines, because they fit I like you!
  • You get 28 sentences today!

During October, I am sharing the paired volumes, Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series), while I plan my November NaNoWriMo WIP, King of Shreds and Patches, which I will share NaNo fresh next month.

Bounded by a Nutshell is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we eavesdrop on an interaction between Spock, McCoy, and Spock’s young daughter, Kirana, who is Tisira’s twin, as they prepare for the arrival of Captain Kirk and his cavalry…

This scene occurs some hours after the incidents I shared in Kivaswine Conversation and Soulwounded. Spock has had some time with his wife, followed by a time of peacefully reading with Kirana.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style.

Enjoy!

Leonard’s eyes darted to Kirana in surprise, and Spock found himself amused. His eyebrow wanted to lift, but the muscle relaxant had made it impossible to manage more than a twitch.“I didn’t know you could do that,” the Kiral said.

“Obviously, I can,” Kirana said,and her mind followed merrily with, “Or I would not have done so.”

McCoy groaned. “So this is how it goes. Now I have to deal with two generations of this?”

“You are required to do nothing, Leonard. If you wish to be released from your service, or to reside elsewhere, I will not attempt to dissuade you.”

“You pointy-eared martyr, you know I was joking. Read to your daughter. I’m going to grab a shower and go to the nursery with my family. I will meet you -right back here on this couch, mind, in an hours or so, if not a little sooner.”

“When will Jim arrive?” Spock asked, and would have frowned, if he was able – had he not already asked that?

“Lost your time sense, have you? He’ll be here in a little over an hour. You – uh – might want to put a shirt on, before he gets here, so I’ll bring you one.”

“No, He must know, quickly, the scope of my current difficulties. The marks of my Huntress upon me will likely speak more clearly than words can, to one who has seen them before.”

The doctor looked a little surprised. “Not holding back at all, are you?”

“There seems little point. I am long since bonded, and my mate will be with me. Moreover, he must know.”

“Okay, then. I will be here, before Jim is.
Best the two of you not be left alone.”

There we have it – a relatively peaceful moment, in a time of chaos. Will it last? What will happen when Jim Kirk gets there? And, maybe most importantly of all, will they find Tisira, and bring her safely home?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, in two weeks.

For October, I will be alternating between Chameleon’s Dish and Bounded by a Nutshell, so check back next week if you want to read more about Tisira and Henry, and what they are up to!

This seems like a good week for another father/daughter song – this one for Spock and Kirana, because, really, Tisira has been getting a lot of attention!

 

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It’s #WIPpet Wednesday again!

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

WIPpet Math:

Today is September 18, 2013.

  • For today’s offering, the math is simple.
  • I’ve added the digits of the day ad the month, (9+18=27).
  • You get 27 sentences today!

During August and September, I am focusing on editing the paired volumes,Chameleon’s Dish (Trueborn Weft series), and Bounded by a Nutshell (Trueborn Warp series).

Bounded by a Nutshell is my August WIP. It is a Star Trek fanfiction novel that tells the other side of Tisira’s story – her family’s search for her, after her sudden disappearance..

This week, we meet Tisira’s twin, Kirana, as she is reunited with her father after an unexplained absence of several hours, shortly after Tisira’s disappearance.

This is actually two passages; there was a bit in the middle that may not stay and didn’t fit the passage, so I pulled the good stuff from the edges and pushed it together. They fit together very well, I think.

This rough-draft passage is lightly edited to remove obvious gaffes and for style. Enjoy!

Kirana, though, seemed to sense her parents’ need to be alone together, and, maybe, even something of the importance of that need. Every so often, she would go quiet in her play, and study the door, her brows drawing together in exactly the same way Spock‘s always did when he was trying to decipher a puzzle.

But she didn’t say anything about it, or even ask what was keeping her parents so long, when she was accustomed to spending many hours a day in their company. She also didn’t ask why Spock wasn’t busy examining the device, or doing something to help find Tisira.

She just went about her play with Andrew…some animal game with an involved and ever-expanding cast of invisible characters. And every so often, her deep blue eyes would go to the bedroom door, and that frown would appear.

And every time she did, Andrew’s eyes would follow hers, and then he would hug her and add an element to the game, and Kirana would let herself be distracted into play once more.

Almost as though she understands, somehow, what’s going on in there. And why it’s going on, now, and that it’s too important to wait…

Finally, nearly eight hours after they’d gone into their room, the door slipped open to reveal Spock and Jeniah, dressed in matching robes, their faces still aglow with the secret hours they had spent together, watching them. Seth was sleeping in his sling, seeming perfectly content.

Kirana rose slowly from the rug where she had been pretending to be a grouchy old sehlat. She clasped her hands behind her back and looked back at them both, her expression, for a moment, as unreadable as Spock’s had ever been. “Father, art thee well?” she asked, formally, and in Vulcan.

For answer, Spock knelt on one knee, and gestured for her to come close. He himself didn’t seem to want to give up the doorway- maybe because he was not wholly certain that he was ready to rejoin the flow of life, just yet.

Kirana went, slowly, holding her father’s eyes with her own, as though she were feeling her way. Step by step, she advanced. Spock stayed still, not dropping his eyes, but stretching out his hand with two fingers extended.

Fingers that trembled, just a little bit, but enough to say clearly that even if he’d eased the immediacy of the situation, his eropsitone levels were still elevated, and he would not likely be up long….

I am – quite well, ti’kahm.” He too spoke in Vulcan, but fondly, with the hint of fire and amusement layered into the warm, rough tones. His eyes were intent on hers. “I regret if I caused you any concern.”

You are – different – ?” She tested the words. “No, not different, but also not as you have been.”

There we have it. Spock is not as his daughter has known him. Will this shift affect the search for Tisira? Spock’s relationship with Kirana?

No, I’m not telling you – not yet. There’ll be more, next week, and every Wednesday in September.

Here’s a song this scene reminds me of…a longtime favorite,with a fiercely wild and very fitting drama. Feel free to do your best 70s dance, or just watch and worry!=)

 

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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.

 

My WIPpet Math:

Today is July 24,2013.

  • Adding the month and the date (7+24=31) takes us to 31 sentences.
  • But that leaves us awkwardly in the midst of the interaction, so…
  • Adding the digits of the year (2+1+0+3=6), means that you get another 6sentences, for a total of 37 sentences.
  • And that takes us to the end of the conversation already in progress.

Throughout July’s CampNaNoWriMo, I am offering Niaan and Spock‘s childhoods, and how they came to be husband and wife, in the Trueborn Genesis WIPs, The Stars are Fire (Niaan), and Perchance to Dream (Spock).

These WIPS are based upon the26 flash fiction pieces I wrote for the2013 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge.

In this excerpt, Spock, a child of seven, has gone missing, following a heated dispute with his Vulcan father, Sarek. His human mother, Amanda, has been intensely worried for him, but Sarek maintains that he has gone to find the peace of solitude and meditation after the conflict. The situation between the spouses has grown increasingly tense, over a course of days. Amanda has retreated to her study, where she has begun having extremely vivid and strange dreams about their son.

As with all these posts, this is NaNo-raw. I corrected a few obvious typos, and nothing more.

The chime rang at her door, and she sighed and signaled it to slide open.

Sarek stood uncertainly in the doorway, studying her, his face wearing the carefully neutral expression that said that he was troubled.

“Have you had word?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Spock will return when he is ready. I have heard nothing, and I feel that he is alive, and in no significant danger.” A pause. “I did not come to speak of our son, my wife.”

The clue to why he had was in his tone and in his phrasing. Amanda had known it would come, and still didn’t know how she would respond. Curiously, she heard herself intone, “Indeed?” as neutrally as any Vulcan might.

“Indeed. It has been three nights since you have retired for the evening in our chamber.”

An edge of wanting – always, desire was the one emotion that could best him. She chose not to acknowledge it, or how it brought fragments of the dreams swirling around her. “Has it been? I haven’t been counting.”

She turned back to her reading – she had been too unsettled, really, but it was something to pretend a focus on. She had already lost her temper with him, and was determined not to do it again.

“It has been.” A longer pause; she wasn’t responding as he had hoped, or even as he had expected. Amanda could feel his discomfort, but did nothing to ease it. “Will you – retire with me, this evening, my wife.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

The silence was deep this time, and pregnant with his emotions. Oddly, they seemed only to numb her, and she was fascinated to realize that, right now, it was she who was more fully in control.

“May I inquire as to the reason?” His voice was tight now; he had been wanting her longer than he had been willing to admit.

“You may inquire, Sarek. My answer is that I am engaged and at peace in this space, and I see no immediate need to leave it. Sleep well, husband.”

In Vulcan etiquette, the last was a dismissal, and still he stood, for a long moment, and Amanda could feel the intensity of his stare on her back, willing her to turn and come to him. She almost did – and then she thought of Spock, and held. She would not take the chance of Sarek overhearing her dreams, or of sensing them when they touched in the night.

He sighed audibly, and said, “Sleep well, my wife.” And then he was gone.

After he left, she started shaking, and the tears came.

So, there we are…a WIPpet only a day old! Feel free to comment!

 

Walk right in, and pop up your own WIPpet!

 

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