The pilgrims gathered on the bow of the ship as instructed by Larien. Their traveling things, now much lighter, had been hoisted above their heads to the awaiting dirigible airship above. Now, they each took turns saying their goodbyes to the Asrai. To R’Zen and Tboi, Amras said, “Courage and wisdom your honor brings. I embrace you for certain of times.” Tboi blushed a pinkish color and R’Zen bowed deeply at the pair.
Larian touched Hoss’s face and cradled it there with a rippling kind of sadness in her face, “So acquainted with loss your strength.” She turned to Ingrid and said, “A heart must never win where knowledge can sacrifice.” Ingrid made no sign that she understood, but nodded and hugged the brother and sister.
Each of them taking one of Miriam’s hands, they placed a kiss on both and said, “Stories to tell. Stories to tell.” She smiled and shivered, thanking them for their blessing.
Terra felt ticklish again as Larien and Amras both gave her a parting hug. “Take your care, world woman,” Larien still used the mysterious title, “must needs to find the cure.” She looked to Ingrid and Miriam for help, but neither had any answers to offer and met her glance only with a shrug or raising of the eyebrows.
This is the last quick read of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). WARNING: editing has not taken place. NaNo conquered. Next move – additions and revision number one.
Terra was excited. It was one thing to read about things, even to watch vids on them, but in a short time she was going to actually see, with her own eyes, the beaches of Kepler-Z. R’Zen, reading her excitement from behind and aching to give his much atrophied legs a good exercise, jogged to her side. Her horse, startled by the appearance of a fully grown matterhorn gentry suddenly appearing at its side, crow hopped and then calmed back to its original trot.
“N’Sa, apologetic for startling dumb animal,” he smiled his cantankerous smirk and Terra laughed, not missing his intended irony. “Beach not far,” he trilled, “if Ms. Terra wish to race.” He was stripping his leggings and tying them around his neck. Terra smiled, even giggled a little, then played a game she remembered playing with Ingrid what seemed like so very long ago.
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a simple complex sandcastle
with steady sturdy towers
walls glistening in the sun
with the moistness
and the magic
of brand new built.
many doors, mostly open
only one locked shut
only the castle itself in possession
of the key to free
the sun smiles
on the beauty
the complex simpleness
what is now, and what will ever be
the land’s barrier,
the tide’s punching bag.
but for this time, this moment
she stands firm
on the sand of the beach that forms her.