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Thursday, November 13, 2014

Chapter 5: Encroachment

On the late side, but we made it again! I don't anticipate finishing a novel(la) this nanowrimo, but a chapter a week would make me quite satisfied!

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Chapter 5: Encroachment

Keeping her balance on Moondancer’s back was harder than Lyn anticipated. Even though he was only grazing, she still needed to use both arms just to keep herself from falling off with any slight step. She decided this wouldn’t be practical, most of the time.
A pause in Moondancer’s munching brought the approaching clanmate to her attention. She was relieved to see it was Jedrek, and therefore, unlikely to have anything to do with Soko.
“Hey Lyn,” he called. “What’re you doing out here?”
“Not a lot,” she shrugged. Soko had decided he couldn’t tolerate Moondancer for whatever reason, so she’d brought him here. “Am I needed somewhere?”
“Nah.” Jedrek shook his head. “I’m lookin’ for Jaquan and Idris. Have you seen them?”
“Of course.” Lyn pointed. “You’ll miss them if you look for two, though. Idris is probably napping.”
“A safe bet if I’ve ever heard one,” Jedrek chuckled. “Thanks Lyn.”
“Whatcha need them for?” Lyn slid off Moondancer’s back. “Doesn’t seem like any of the leaders are eager to bring those two into their groups.”
“They’ve been learning from the foragers,” Jedrek replied. “We’ve got plenty of supplies right now, though. I think the clan just doesn’t have enough work for everyone right now.”
Lyn got the same impression. Several foragers were scattered around the field, lazily scanning the flora for anything the clan might need more of. None of them were carrying much.
“I guess whoever’s asking for them will be glad they’re not busy, then.” Lyn observed.
Jedrek shrugged. “It’s the elder. She just wants them to stay out here ‘til dinner, or until they see Kadmus.”
“Ah. She worried?”
“Yeah. Trying to pretend she isn’t, too.”
“Everything must be normal, then.” Lyn joked.
Jedrek smiled. “Seems that way.”
She clicked her tongue to get Moondancer’s attention, then projected the feeling that he should follow her. It was all a tamer needed to pique a leaf-muncher’s obedient instincts.
Lyn wasn’t sure why she was following Jedrek on his errand, but she supposed she didn’t need a reason. Jedrek didn’t seem to mind. It did seem curious that the elder would send Jedrek on an errand concerning Kadmus; she got the impression they didn’t like each other.
“Is Kadmus unkind to you?” she asked.
“No.” Jedrek’s response wasn’t what she expected. “You’re not the only one to ask me that. Does it seem like I avoid him?”
“A bit,” Lyn admitted. “Don’t feel like I’d be able to explain why, though.”
“I don’t much like the way he has to judge how good every little thing would or wouldn’t be for hunting.” Jedrek explained. “After all, most of us aren’t hunters. But it barely bothers me. Kadmus is okay. Truth told, if there’s someone I avoid, it’s Soko.”
“You too?” Lyn frowned. She wasn’t surprised, but Soko’s unpopularity made her uneasy. He was her patron, so if he was mistreating other family members, she’d need to be careful not to learn that from him. There probably wasn’t much danger of that, though; he’d always been rough, and she knew her own reputation was anything but. “He’s just used to being aggressive. It’s how he keeps the herd under control. I don’t think he’s trying to be mean.”
“Yet mean he is.” Jedrek gave her a concerned look. “Even to you, and you’ve never given anyone a reason to be mean.”
Lyn didn’t have a response for that. Jedrek wasn’t wrong, but she hoped he didn’t have bad feelings for Soko on her behalf. She could tolerate Soko’s words much more easily than he could go without using them, so she believed it was best for everyone if she was tolerant.
“All that means is that he treats me the same as everyone else. That’s just fair.”
“He could be a nicer kind of fair,” Jedrek grumbled.
They could see Jaquan’s head above the overgrown grass now. The scrawny, pale boy always seemed to be shivering, and knowing that Idris was lying beside him, Lyn thought Jaquan looked like those anxious little birds that perched on the backs of bison. That would make Idris the sleepiest bull ever. The likeness made her giggle.
“Hey Lyn, Jedrek,” Jaquan called. It was difficult to sneak up on him, and nobody ever tried that prank twice; he panicked too much when startled. “Is that thing tame?”
Lyn knew he could only be referring to Moondancer. She wished Jaquan would acknowledge him as a member of the clan, but few people ever gave the herd that sort of respect. “Yes, he’s safe.”
Jaquan nodded, but watched Moondancer intently. He blindly grasped for the pot of berries, seeds, and nuts at his side, missed it twice before his hand found it. Jaquan was constantly munching, yet he was still the clan’s scrawniest member.
“Are we needed for somethin’?” He asked. “Or you just wanna share the day?”
“Both, kinda,” Jedrek answered. “The elder wants us to watch for Kadmus returning. Will you help me?”
“Sure!” Jaquan was oddly enthusiastic about the idea. “Why Kadmus? He isn’t the only one out there.”
“He went earliest though.” Jedrek took his place on their hide blanket. Lyn suspected he’d know that Jaquan would be most comfortable sitting between him and Idris, who was curled up and snoring to his left. It would make him feel safe. “I doubt it does anybody any good to worry about him. Still, she knows things nobody else does. If she asks, I’ll help.”
“Me too.” Jaquan nodded. Lyn made some soft, incoherent noises to Moondancer; the feeling came through, and he went back to grazing. “I don’t think she’s wrong to worry. I don’t understand how anyone can go out there.”
Lyn took a spot to Jedrek’s right, slightly behind. Everyone knew Kadmus liked to talk about why Jedrek and many other apprentices wouldn’t make good hunters, but he never spoke of Jaquan’s potential. Maybe it was just too obvious that he wasn’t right for it.
“The elder says it’s like going out to pee at night,” Jedrek explained. “It’s just something you get bored of fearing.”
Jaquan hugged his knees nervously. “I still don’t even like going alone at night.”
Jedrek smiled patiently. If Jedrek was older than Jaquan, it wasn’t by much, but you wouldn’t guess it by looking at them. “Sooner or later, that fear will get boring. No need to rush it.”
Lyn smiled guiltily. She was sure Jaquan got his share of teasing for that.
“Do I see someone coming out?” Jedrek shielded his eyes and squinted into the woods. Following his gaze, Lyn thought she could see the swirling Lummush patterns of a hunter bobbing in the dark.
“I see two,” Jaquan confirmed. “Conan came back earlier to get help hauling a kill. I think that’s going to be him and Gelilah.”
“Oh.” Jedrek lowered his hand as they came into the light, straining against the weight on a litter behind them. “Well, glad they’re back safe.”
Idris snorted and shifted his weight around. Jedrek glanced at him, amused. “What is he, a bear?”
“Bears wake up when spring comes,” Jaquan argued with a chuckle. “Idris just keeps hibernating. If he’s trying to be a bear, he’s doing it wrong; he clearly forgot the part about fattening up before the long sleep.”
The three shared a chuckle. While not nearly as thin as Jaquan, Idris was still lanky. If he wanted to live like a bear, he still had a lot of learning to do.
“Lucky for him, he’s got you around.” Jedrek  observed.
Jaquan fought his grin and averted his eyes. “How ya figure, Jed?”
“I dunno, Jaquan.” Jedrek gave a sly smile and sifted through Jaquan’s snack pot until he found a hard-shelled nut. He handed it to Jaquan. “I just have this random suspicion.”
Jaquan giggled as he took aim. With a sideways flick of his wrist, the nut flew into Idris’s  open mouth and smacked against the back of his throat. Idris hacked and coughed uncomfortably, but by some miracle, he didn’t wake up. As though it were all part of his dream, he crunched his way through the shell and swallowed between snores.
“We may never know how the noble Idris manages to survive the wilds when it spends its whole life sleeping.” Jaquan pitched a berry in next. Lyn was impressed; he’d obviously had a lot of practice. “Perhaps the beast is only made nobler by that mystery.”
They laughed again. Lyn thought Jaquan did a pretty good impression of the older clanmates when they were trying to mystify the younger members with tales around the dinner fire.
There was a pause in the rhythm of Moondancer’s chewing. Lyn looked to find it staring towards Conan and Gelilah as they hauled their prize away from the forest. She soon decided the hunters weren’t the ones holding his attention, but once Moondancer’s chomping resumed, she concluded that whatever it detected wasn’t a threat.
“How’s your new friend adapting to the herd, Lyn?” Jedrek asked.
“Quickly.” Lyn didn’t have to think about the answer. “He’s very docile, especially for something that came from the woods. The tamers get through to him easy, and because the tamers act as parts of the herd, he decided he’s adopted the other animals, too. We could use more like him.”
“Why isn’t he with the others now?” Jaquan was still uneasy around Moondancer. Lyn didn’t like that, but she knew he couldn’t help it.
“He wanted to see where I was going,” Lyn began. “Just like how I came with Jedrek. We’re curious types. Should I take him somewhere else?”
“Oh, no, it’s alright,” Jaquan gaze sank with guilt. “I was just curious too.”
“Is the herd accepting him like he accepts them?” If Jedrek noticed any tension, he was good at pretending he didn’t.
“Aye.” Lyn was glad they weren’t dwelling on Jaquan’s discomfort. “Leaf-munchers know other leaf-munchers. Soko says predators have different posture. Plus, he’s big, and we think he must smell big too.”
“Smell big?” Jedrek repeated with a smile. “I didn’t realize you could smell size.”
“If your nose is good enough.” Lyn felt a little embarrassed; it must have sounded ridiculous to somebody who didn’t tame or hunt. “It might be better to say they can smell who deserves their respect. The other animals treat him like a tamer, even though he’s never asserted dominance on them.”
The topic made her think. Who would smell biggest of the four of them? It definitely wasn’t Jaquan; she supposed it must be Idris. If Dahlia were here, though, she’d be the clear favorite.
One of the foragers near the forest shrieked.
Jaquan was the first to stand. His weight was on the back foot as his eyes darted to find the source of the scream. Jedrek and Lyn stood more slowly, and in their relative calm, were quicker to find the one who screamed.
He had dropped the tiny bundle he’d been carrying and was running towards them. Because he was trying to shout to Conan and Gelilah, he stumbled frequently. His voice was shrill from panic.
The hunters didn’t seem to be heeding him; they’d released the litter they’d been pulling and were calmly discussing something that stood in the dusky threshold between the woods and the field.
Lyn couldn’t see anything for several seconds. The first thing to come into focus was the teeth, a white smile floating in the black. They were wide and flat, hallmark signs of a leaf-muncher.
It had two arms and legs, like an ape; even hunched to lean on its knuckles, it was a man-and-a-half tall. It might have looked goofy, if it weren’t for the lack of light. The scant beams that penetrated the clouds on the edge of the woods cast menacing shadows in the valleys between muscles. Its lack of cheeks and the protruding snout gave it a perpetual grin, like it was always laughing. At that moment, Lyn couldn’t help feeling that laugh was the sadistic kind.
“Children! Children, come along.” The forager had reached them. He was short of breath and quite terrified. “We should make ourselves scarce.”
Children? Lyn didn’t think that was true anymore. It wasn’t worth arguing, though. Something else bothered her more.
She glanced at Moondancer. How was this different from when he emerged from the woods? The hunter matron hadn’t made them run, then; she’d actually sent for her students. Was this the proper reaction?
Then Lyn remembered a word the matron had used, the one that always made Dahlia curious: war. Maybe they should leave.
Jedrek and Jaquan were certainly eager enough. Jaquan was already several back-steps towards camp, and Jedrek was trying to be both gentle and hasty in waking Idris.
“That’s not how you do it.” Jaquan’s impatience overcame his fear. He sprinted back to Idris and gave him a vicious kick to the stomach, almost a stomp. Lyn was actually worried about injury, even considering Jaquan’s size. “Wake up, idiot! Get up, right now!”
Idris yawned and rubbed his midsection casually, to Lyn’s relief. It seemed he was more durable than he looked. “Wha’s goin’ on? We needed for somefin?”
“Come on!” The panicked forager grabbed Idris’s arm and pulled. “We must get back to camp!”
“That’s a serious chomp over there,” Idris observed, looking towards the beast. “Betcha he could get through a trunk in one bite.”
Lyn thought that was an exaggeration, but it gave her the shivers to think what might happen if an arm got caught between those jaws. She was sure it could dust the bone.
“Move!” The forager wasn’t interested in Idris’s curiosity.
Lyn turned to follow them, but stopped upon seeing Moondancer. He was still chewing lazily and giving the beast a blank stare. This must have been what attracted his attention earlier. Still, despite everyone’s agitation, Moondancer wasn’t intimidated.
Lyn clicked her tongue and projected her desire to leave. Moondancer obeyed with ambivalence. She took one final look at the scene, at the staredown between the hunters and the creature that had followed them out of the forest. Lyn couldn’t decide whether they were about to fight or break into conversation.

Maybe it was only her family’s agitation being infectious, but she decided it was best to oblige the forager as he herded them back towards camp.

1. Were you entertained? Any 'Get on with it!' moments?

 2. Any characters or names you just can't stand? Any 'we get it already, they have a character quirk!' moments? The name choices aren't near and dear to me, I'm just trying to be diverse in terms of origin, so I can randomly assign a new one =P.

 3. Any problems with the dialogue? Any times you weren't sure which character was speaking?

 4. Any issues with a particular word? Feel like ya needed to look it up?

Extra credit: meta-critique

A. Were you able to connect everything to earlier chapters? Lummush patterns, the monster that Kadmus encountered, Lyn, and Moondancer? Further, did you remember who Soko was (Lyn and Jedrek talked about him)

This was rushed because I barely made it this week. Don't go easy on me because of that, just be extra vocal about what needs fixing! Thanks again, ya'll.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Chapter 4: Vocabulary Lesson

First, two weeks, two chapters! Now that's what I call acceptable. I'd like to keep this pace going.

I wish I would x_X.

Anyhoo, first, decide whether you hate the chapter title. I have a hard time believing it would cause someone to put the book down and never pick it back up, but I also understand 'vocabulary' may not be an attractive word to anyone who isn't me.

Alright. Here we go again! First, if you need to catch up, click here for the Protagonize page to choose your back chapter; just click the 'X Pages' portion under "the goods" on the right.

Next, if you want to read this one there, here's the direct link. Finally, if you wanna stay here, just click below.

Chapter 4: Vocabulary Lesson

The bit of metal was suspended between Trent’s index fingers. He stared into it like he could see what he was looking for, but there wasn’t enough of it to see. The only sign it was there was the tingle in his fingertips.
        “Did it work?” The elder asked softly. He appreciated her caution, but it wasn’t necessary.
        “Yes.” Trent never spoke more than necessary.
        “Will it last?”
        “Not for long.” He sighed. “Still, this is progress.”
        “Can you tell what it wants?” The elder knew what questions to ask. Trent liked that.
        “Somewhat.” He knew how strange his smile must have looked, because it felt strange, too. “You were right, it likes the metal. It likes the metal the same way we like the road. But the road is not home. The road is open and easy, good for travel but bad for sleep.”
        “Brilliant.” The elder returned his smile. “You’re taking the clan somewhere it’s never been before, Trent. You should be proud.”
        Trent didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t understand pride, and didn’t much care to.
        Thankfully, Cascata and Dahlia came into the tent before the elder could continue on that topic. He decided that if she ever needed information on pride, he’d direct her to any of the hunters.
        “Oi Trent!” Dahlia greeted him with a wide grin. “Whatcha doin’ there? That rod some kind o’ puzzle?”
        “Mmm.” Trent grunted.
        “Ah, welcome,” the elder hurried to greet them. Trent thought she worried too much. She was always trying to protect him from distractions, but she didn’t seem to understand which sorts of things distracted him. “What can I do for the hunters today, Cascata?”
        “I’m here to show Dahlia the Stinger.” Cascata’s voice sounded strange.
        “You are?” The elder seemed reluctant.
        “You are?” Dahlia sounded disappointed. This amused Trent. It was just like her to lack appreciation for the most interesting object in this tent.
“She proved she’s ready ta dance,” Cascata explained. “So she’s ready ta know war.”
The elder sighed. “I trust your judgment. We all do. Still, I can’t say I’m pleased that this day has come.”
“Me neither,” Cascata agreed. “It had to, though.”
“I suppose so.” The elder beckoned to the two hunters. “Come.”
Trent stood up, careful not to disturb the rod between his fingers. He’d seen Stinger more times than he could count, but it would be interesting to see Dahlia’s reaction to it.
The elder reached its corner of the tent and hobbled to pull its curtain out of the way. Dahlia gasped as it came into view.
It stood on two legs and had two arms, just like a person. Its shell made it different, though; where a human had skin, it had armor as black as the woods were dark. It reminded him of a beetle.
Every joint had some kind of blade incorporated into it; some seemed to be for stabbing, others slicing. Trent was pretty sure the beast had been designed specifically for cutting.
It occurred to him that ‘design’ might not be the right word. How could it be ‘designed’ to do anything? Nothing could design its own offspring. He knew because everyone was always surprised by one feature or another when one was born. Could the creature design itself, then? Trent doubted it; if he had designed himself in the womb, he wouldn’t have come out looking like he did.
“What is it?” Dahlia seemed to have trouble with even these simple words. Her gaze was fixed to the monster.
“We call it Stinger.” The elder answered. “It’s the only one we’ve ever seen, and we think it’s the only one of its kind.”
Trent was still certain it was designed. That’s the only way it could be such a perfect image of terror. He concluded there must be a way to design living things, but he doubted many people knew the secret.
“This has something to do with war.” Dahlia’s words weren’t a question.
“Aye,” Cascata confirmed as she slipped her bad shoulder free of her tunic. She kneeled on one knee so the teenagers could see it better. As Trent marveled at the mangled scar between her right collarbone and shoulder blade, he supposed it was also okay for him to learn about war. He’d known of Stinger, but he hadn’t known it had made Matron Cascata’s arm go bad.
“I found it hunting. Well, it foun’ me. I was alone, but all of a sudden, I wasn’t. It stuck its nails in ‘ere.” Cascata ran her fingertip along the row of four round recesses in her enormous scar. “An’ I tell ya, it laughed when it done it. Ain’t nothin’ ever snuck up on me in them woods before, but this thing did. It stuck its stingers inside me shoulder, it knew exactly ‘ow bad I was hurtin’, an’ it thought that was just the funniest thing it ever done.”
Trent glanced at its left hand. He’d never noticed before: the right hand had four half-finger-long claws where human nails were supposed to go, and the other didn’t. The points were definitely sharp enough to cut deep enough to get buried in the matron’s shoulder, and there were ridges to cut the opposite way all along the back. They were like a wasp’s stinger, only designed to make sure whoever got stung would never be able to get them out.
Definitely designed.
“How did you survive?” Dahlia seemed impressed with her matron.
“I live ‘cause it was dumb enough ta laugh,” Cascata smirked. “Look.”
She palmed its skull - a solid mound of black armor broken only by two slits where the nose should go - and twisted it off the body. It came away with a hollow sound, like lifting the lid off a clay pot.
“I killed it just like that. I’ve picked fish bones outta my teeth that were thicker’n this thing’s spine. It laughed when it stung me, remember, an’ that laugh told me where ta grab. I tell ya, Dahlia, I’ve never been madder in my whole life. I s’pose I took a cheap shot, but ‘e started it.”
“Don’t talk like that, Cas,” the elder gave her a sad look. “War is never fair. You took the best action possible.”
The matron shrugged with her good shoulder. “Ya may be right. Tha’s what I’d want Dahlia ta do if it were her huntin’ that day.”
“Wait, so that was war?” Dahlia asked. “You were huntin’, and then you were attacked, and in the next second you killed it. What made that one second into war, why wasn’t that a hunt?”
“Ya hunt ta survive, lass,” Cascata answered. “Fer food and hide and bone. Ya use the kill. Wha’s more, look at ‘im, Dahlia. Ya ever see a beastie like that? That’s more than beast.”
Trent agreed. It wasn’t human, but it was more than animal. He supposed it could be more than human.
“Stinger wasn’t gonna kill me fer food or hide or bone. Stinger hurt me for the sake of the hurt, and I killed him because I wanted ‘im ta hurt back. A bad part o’ me came ragin’ out and that’s when Stinger n’ me made war. It weren’t as animals fightin’ ta survive, was more’n that. We were both more’n animal, worse than animal. Ya unnerstan’?
Dahlia frowned at Stinger’s skull. It grinned back with its needle teeth, laughing the same laugh as when it died. “I think so. I hate this thing, matron. I’ve never hated anything before, I don’t think. But I know I hate this.”
“Hate ain’t okay, Dahlia.” The matron sighed. “But the world ain’t okay either, so hate’s gonna happen.”
“I’m afraid it’s true,” the elder agreed. “The woods are vast, Dahlia. We’ve no idea what else might be in there. There could be more like Stinger. Our prey is dangerous enough, but the reason you haven’t hunted yet is because there’s war in there, too. We don’t know the enemy, but if you cross its path, it will know you. We want to make sure you’re as ready as you can be, in case they find you.”
Dahlia frowned. Trent hadn’t ever regarded her as a thinker, so he was pleasantly surprised to see she was capable of it now.
“Guess you see why I was holdin’ ya back a bit, yeah?” The matron chuckled as she pushed herself up. Without realizing it, she bumped Trent’s arm as she rose. The metal between his fingers slipped free. “Yer spirit will serve ya well, but it don’t make ya ready to go out there before learnin’ ‘ow ta dance.”
Trent’s lower lip trembled as he glared at the tiny rod lying on the ground. She let it out! He felt heat rising in his cheeks; his thoughts left him for a moment, and by the time they returned, he had latched on to Matron Cascata’s bad arm and squeezed it tight.
Cascata snarled in pain and her hand reflexively found its way to his head. Her fingertips tightened on his skull.
The tent was silent for a tense moment. Dahlia and the elder must have been holding their breath for some reason, because Trent heard them exhale heavily as he felt Cascata release her grip.
“Trent! What was that for?” The elder shouted. “Release her immediately! You’re hurting her!”
He obeyed quickly. Part of him was sorry, but part was still sullen.
“I thought we’d made more progress than this, Trent!” The elder was angrier than Trent might have expected. “She feels pain just like you do. In fact, she’s felt pains worse than you can imagine! Just because it doesn’t hurt you doesn’t mean it’s okay to cause pain on an impulse, Trent!”
He couldn’t abide that last part. “It wasn’t an impulse!”
“Aye, I’m not sure I’m innocent, elder.” Cascata rubbed her wound with her good hand. “Did I ruin yer puzzle, Trent? Sorry, sonny.”
Trent nodded. It hadn’t really been a puzzle, but for once, he didn’t feel like making that distinction. “You let the spark escape.”
“Spark?” Dahlia arched a curious eyebrow. “What’s a spark?”
The elder frowned and scanned the ground. “We can make another, Trent. Regardless, it was an accident. You shouldn’t have to be passive if someone wrongs you on purpose, but you must show mercy when someone meant no harm.”
“Elder, i’s alright. I know-” Cascata began.
“Cas.” The elder interrupted with that familiar look on her face. Trent knew it well, knew she probably thought he was oblivious to its meaning. She used it when someone was interfering with a lesson. He hadn’t figured out why she felt like she needed to be theatrical, why she needed Cascata to pretend she was angry. Still, because it was her, he was sure there was a reason.
“What’s a spark?” Dahlia repeated.
The elder grumbled something in frustration. “Trent. Apologize.”
For just a moment, Trent wanted to argue. He didn’t have any idea what the matron had felt, so part of him thought maybe she was faking pain to spite him.
His mind caught up with his anger, though, and he understood she wasn’t faking the pain. He’d never seen a wound that bad before. Besides, he’d grabbed her arm because he specifically wanted to hurt her for letting the spark escape. The elder was right, he should be sorry. He decided he would try to be.
“Sorry, Matron Cascata.” Trent averted his eyes. “I lost to my anger.”
“I been there before.” The matron smiled at him. “Yer forgiven, lad.”
“What’s a spark?” Dahlia persisted.
After Trent’s apology, the elder’s mood transformed. She was suddenly eager to teach. “It’s a tiny bit of lightning.”
“Lightning?” Dahlia scoffed. “Elder, that don’ make sense. Ya can’t break lightning into bits.”
“It’s like a lake, dear.” The elder explained. “You can’t really break a lake, but you can still take bits from it. Water comes off without needing to break anything, right? Think, what do you call a tiny bit of water?”
“I ‘unno.” Dahlia shrugged. “A drop?”
“Precisely. A spark is a drop of lightning.”
“Oh.” Dahlia couldn’t truly understand, but Trent expected she thought she did. “What were ya gonna do with that? Collect it and make full lightning?”
“Perhaps,” the elder chuckled. “But not necessarily. Think, If you collect water, is a lake the only thing you can make?”
Dahlia pondered for a moment, and to Trent’s surprise, a sly smile crept across her lips. Maybe she was more clever than he thought.
“Cas,” the elder turned to the matron. “Before I forget, has Kadmus returned?”
“Nah.” Cascata frowned. “Don’ think so, anyway. Someone’d find me, he usually has somethin’ needs bringin’. I could use him ‘bout now too, he’d be the best for partnerin’ with Dahlia when I teach her ta dance. Should I send ‘im yer way first?”
“Oh, no.” The matron waved her hand dismissively. “I just feel like he’s later than usual.”
“No use worryin’, mum.” Cascata smiled. “Kadmus may be our best, but it’s jus’ as righteous if ‘is prey kills ‘im as it is when he brings in a kill. The wild is jus’ as right as we is.”
Trent wished the elder were stricter about proper speech. He liked Matron Cascata, but sometimes it was hard to tolerate a conversation with her.
“Won’t make me miss him any less, should the woods claim him,” the elder grumbled. “I know he leaves earliest and comes back latest. I’d swear he did that to spite me if I didn’t know how much he enjoys the hunt.”
“Yer frettin’ fer e’eryone the moment they set foot in there, mum. You don’t see us scoldin’ you when ya go collectin’ lummush on yer own.”
“Don’t I?” the elder muttered, then cleared her throat. “Let’s not get dramatic. Twas only a question! Are we done with Stinger?”
“Aye.” The matron smiled at her pupil. “Dahlia’n me are gonna go learn ta dance now.”
“Be gentle,” the elder chuckled as she pulled the curtain back to obscure Stinger. “Trent, shall we get you another spark before I step out?”

“Yes.” Trent retrieved the bit of metal as the elder collected the shaggy hide they’d used to make the first spark. “Where are you going, though?”

“Just to have a word with Jedrek. I won’t be gone long.”
Trent supposed it didn’t matter. He didn’t expect he’d make a breakthrough with the spark before the dinner fire.


Cut! Reaction time.

 1. Were you entertained? Was a chapter of mostly dialogue too boring, or did the subject matter and characters give things enough tension?

 2. Any trouble with particular words? Did you ever have the urge to look one up? Kinda doubt it, this time around.

3. Was the dialogue alright? Were you ever unsure of who was talking? Was it ever hard to understand the matron's rough dialect?

4. Did it feel professional, or was there ever a moment you could definitely tell this was an amateur's work?

Extra credit! Meta-critique: things as they relate to other chapters.

A. Characters. Remember who was in other chapters? Feel like you got to know the new characters a little?

B. Were you able to connect this scene with Chapter 2? Cascata and Dahlia came from the Moondancer scene to the elder's tent; if you read chapters 2, 3, and 4 in one sitting, would you have been able to make the connections between 2 and 4?

C. Did the Stinger seem ominous, scary, or imposing? Do you feel like you could make a picture of him, or would you rather see a bit more description? Most importantly, did he help you understand that, even though the clan mostly regards the woods as a hunting ground, even they acknowledge that the woods are special in a possibly not-good way?