Things are going along nicely so far! I’m having fun introducing a bunch of new characters, and especially getting to know Finnraal. Writing Finnraal is a bit of a new challenge for me and will probably take a lot of work in the long run, but I’m excited to bring him to life.
Word Count: 4136
Excerpt:
Some of the weight of the world always seemed to leave him behind when he crossed the threshold. The space he called his own with Tarin, from the large, somewhat lumpy bed to the writing desk where they drew up their various plans, to the curtained off bath area that they kept to themselves, wasn’t glamorous. Some of the apartments in the world above were far more opulent and bright, but they couldn’t quite match the charm of Finn’s little warren.
He all but ripped the bandanna from around his neck and discarded it on the floor while also slipping out of his boots. As he crossed the short distance to the bed, he also lifted his tunic over his head, also leaving it on the floor. Tarin would probably have words for him about it, but as he all but flopped onto the bedcovers, Finn resolved not to mind until it came to it. He could clean up after himself, but for now he had other matters to attend to.
