therealbrigeedarocks asked: Hey Bowman! You have a chance to keep something from the Human world to keep for your own (and at proportionate size, if need be): what is it, and why do you like it?
“From the human world? Most of what I’ve seen, Jacob brings when he visits. Then he tells me about all kinds of things that sound like he’s just making them up. Ropes that carry energy from dwelling to dwelling? A thing called Tea-V that has nothing to do with tea? Libraries and archives on this ‘why-fi’ that aren’t even real places? It all seems too fantastical to be real!
“But I guess it’s all true. I think if I could have something from it …. I’d want a phone thing so I could talk to people far away. I’d worry less about what happens in the village when I’m out patrolling. ”
Anonymous asked: hey, bowman, does jacob ever complain about his homework/schoolwork?
“He doesn’t really complain. Jacob isn’t a complainer. I think a lot of it is blasted weird, though. It’s not enough he has to read all kinds of strange things. He has to write what he thinks about them, and that can be wrong somehow? I don’t get human ‘school’.”
“I’m supposed to figure out the subtext and stuff, dude. That’s hard to get right sometimes.”
“But it’s supposed to be what you think it means! How can you be wrong about that? It makes no sense!”
“I think you’d make class discussions pretty fun. Wanna come to school with me after break?”
enby-phoenix asked: Have Bowman and Jacob introduced each other to very many foods? What are the weirdest things they’ve convinced each other to eat? (besides pine sap, we know that one.) What is each’s favorite food from the other’s culture?
Sure! They’ve traded all kinds of things. Jacob tries to bring a different (vegetarian) food to the forest every time he visits to see what Bowman and the other sprites think of it. Usually fruits or vegetables that they can’t find in Wellwood, but occasionally he brings candy or pastries.
I think Bowman would be most intrigued by cereal, out of all these things, especially the more colorful stuff. Can you imagine him with a fruit loop?
Jacob has tried whatever sprite foods they’ve offered him, and has had better luck since his pine sap mishap. They have some of their own baked delicacies, including sticky buns wrapped in mint leaves, fruit tarts, and a little thing that’s like a cannoli but with little roots and honey instead of cheese filling.
Jacob likes the mintcakes. They’re very striking and the easiest for him to actually get all the flavors.
I won! I have managed to stumble past the finish line for NaNoWriMo, despite my ups and downs throughout the month! I’m so pleased I was able to finish a project like this despite how bumpy the writing road has been this year. Thanks for following along with me!
Today I worked on a thing I started towards the end of the month, with no idea where it’s going but to establish a new character I’ve been working on.
Word Count: 2229
Final Word Count: 50078
Vantage, with the markings of blue upon his face and body, had been born to a prescribed duty. His mother hadn’t known it would show so obviously on his skin. She’d thought she could hide him away from those who would come for him, but even her clever spells had limits.
He’d lived his life on the run, always keeping a step ahead of those who would bring him back to their side. The desperation only grew the more the borders shifted and the various people of the timewilds fought for their own section of the land.
So many people thought that the Eighth King would solve their problems. The eighth king heartily disagreed.
Today I was far more distracted while attempting to write, but I’m so dang close to the goal that it feels forgiveable. I’m really proud of making it this far, considering writing at all has been a strugglebus this year.
Word Count: 1115
He turned his face to the sky, where clouds mottled the starry canopy. The half-moons all seemed dull, even when the wisps of cloud moved away from their faces. He sat for some time upon the broken plaza and piles of charred wood and broken weapons in a silent lament. Trace was once again the Empty God.
Another productive day! I’m pretty pleased about that. The week 4 slump was pretty bad up until last night, and I’m hoping I can have another good writing day tomorrow.
Word Count: 1710
“Who’s that, brother? Friend of yours?”
The voice was tired, broken, weak. Trace turned to his twin. Biim barely clung to consciousness, his eyes narrowed against the blood that ran down his face, and yet here he was finding strength to speak. He searched Trace’s look with something like disbelief, maybe distrust.
Trace didn’t lie to him. He didn’t say anything at all. That seemed to get his message across better than words ever would. Biim accepted it with a faint nod.
I missed a couple days due to slow writing ending at Too Late O’Clock and also not liking much of what I wrote. But I’m back today! It’s more Fiorebell today.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving for those of you who celebrate it!
Word Count: 1863
Trace was not quick to anger. In truth, Trace was not quick to feel anything at all.
Rage burned hot and uncomfortable, but he would put it to use. Trace pushed the sword back violently with a stray thought, breaking the wrist of the man that held it. He cried out and dropped the weapon, which splattered blood that stained the cobblestones gray. Trace’s wound healed within a few seconds.
I almost forgot to make a post. I’ve been done writing for an hour or two at this point whoops. Today was more Dragonrest. I’m really starting to like Antoine.
Word Count: 1681
I nodded sagely, as if that might indicate any damn thing to a blind dragon. “Right. Makes sense. Sure. So, are there a lot of dragons around here? Mostly fae beasts, or any of the big guys?”
He frowned and lowered his gaze to somewhere closer to my face. I felt scolded all of a sudden. “Fool dwarf, these are the Dragonrest mountains,” he said, somehow both annoyed and patient. “Surely you know what that means.”
“Well, yeah, I mean I know what kinda rumors it causes,” I countered, crossing my arms. “There’s lots of places named the way they are for fun or because someone thought it sounded neat.”
Who knows if I’m actually done for the day, but I’ve made some decent progress! It’s hard to stay focused today. I have no chill at all. I’m a ball of nerves for some reason.
Word Count: 1100 (so far)
I frowned deeper still at the reflection of myself in that great eye. “Well. Sounds like you’re fixin’ to eat me, and who could blame me for not liking the sound of that?”
The dragon hummed, a sound that resembled a giant purring cat. The rumble of it shook in my chest. Then, the damn thing smiled, showing off those teeth in an expression lizards shouldn’t be able to make. Damn faebeasts and their uncanny ways might be the death of me, like this one was planning to be.
“It hadn’t occurred to me right away, dwarf,” the fae dragon admitted.
Today was a quick one, because I decided to edit an older story and update it. Sometimes that’s not a quick process at all … today it worked. The story is A Song of Awakening, which I’ve already posted in its original form. Still counts!
Word Count: 2607
Elias rubbed his hands together, creating arcs of blue electricity between his fingers. With a flourish, he aimed his palms at the ancient glasswork roof, and struck the tower with lightning.
The roof tiles crumbled and Elias plummeted into the room below.
“Gods dammit, Elias!” Eral cried, his wings fluttering to life. He stuck close to the demigod as many shards of colorful glass fell with them. It would only take a few to slice him to ribbons, and for whatever reason (he highly doubted it was coincidence), the glass was avoiding Elias.