I wrote a very small amount last night before conking out with a headache. My brain was like No! But luckily I did plenty of writing today. Today I worked on a story tentatively called Fiorebell, a complete rehash and rewrite of a story I wrote … like 15 years ago. Gosh the old one needed an update.
Anyway, I think this is the first time any writing about Trace, one of my earliest OCs, has made it to my blog!
Word Count: 1914
“I came from the south, I think” Trace mused, making a show of looking over his shoulder at the door. “The fields led me this way.”
The woman nodded. “Well. You’ve come a long way, so it’s no surprise you don’t know. Be careful exploring the woods, won’t you dear? There’s witches and the like up those mountains. Nasty business.”
Trace’s brow pinched. “Oh. Do they come close?”
She shook her head. “Not as long as the fields are in view. So you should always keep us in sight if you decide to explore the trees, and I’ll be sure to keep track; if you go missing, I can let someone know about trying to find you.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Trace reassured her. “I don’t plan to do anything stupid.”