Leaf Wings (One-shot prompt)

Got this prompt a while back, and I wanted it to be Eral and Bowman. Do I know what led up to this little scene? Absolutely not! I may try to come up with more, but for now I have some fun with a What If scenario, bringing my leaf-winged characters together for some crack AU type shenanigans.

The prompt: “Stop running away!” “AND WHY SHOULD I NOT.”


Bowman’s heart pounded and he breathed quicker than his lungs could truly take in the air. His legs burned from so much running, activity he definitely wasn’t used to. Most days he’d be flying, his speedy wings propelling him forward. Wherever forward might lead him.

He was lost in a maze of twisting corridors, dimly lit and echoing faintly with every one of his frantic steps. They loomed a foot or so overhead; he didn’t know what they might be for, or where they might lead him, but he yearned for some glimpse of the outside world. He’d barely managed to escape into these tunnels on his own. At least here, whatever had captured him couldn’t follow.

Whatever had bound his wings wouldn’t be able to bind the rest of him, blast it.

His wings, strong as they were, couldn’t budge the odd material wrapped around his torso. It chafed at the all important limbs, and he couldn’t risk scratching them up without even a guarantee that he’d actually get them free. His arms, also trapped partially at his sides, couldn’t reach a proper angle to shove at the loop. All he could rely on was his sprinting speed.

Around a bend just feet ahead of him, a figure stumbled into view. Bowman smiled at first, and then skidded to a halt with a distrusting frown as he parsed the details of his fellow duct-traveler.

For one, his clothes looked so human, from the collared shirt to the leather boots. Pale skin, dark, swept-back hair, and blue eyes set him apart from any wood sprite Bowman knew. He had wings at his back, too, though they looked strangely folded under the bindings that also held them in place. His hands were bound by the wrists behind his back.

Most notably, this pale stranger was six inches tall, standing over Bowman by half his own height.

“What?!” Bowman blurted, scrambling backwards so abruptly he nearly toppled himself. He didn’t want to wait around to find out what was going on with that stranger, that  … small giant. That was just too much to deal with.

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NaNoWriMo Day 21

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

Excerpt:

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.

NaNoWriMo Day 14

I kinda flitted between stories today, but I made it! I’m somehow keeping up with nano this year despite it being, well, 2020. Today was mostly Eral, though.

Words:  1828

Excerpt:

Eral turned an almost bemused look up at him as he leaned in a bit to observe the cage. “Did you just tell me not to be peeved that I’m soaked in whiskey, drunk off my ass, and stuck in a birdcage?”

The man grinned. “Two of those things don’t sound all bad, actually.”

NaNoWriMo Day 12

Today’s been somewhat productive! I got a lot of work done on a couple smaller stories, and a bunch on Bottled Rage! Eral gets to be the star of the excerpt today.

Word Count: 1993

Excerpt:

“Izzat … a pixie in there?!“ the smoky-voiced one asked.

The barkeep’s voice was as smug as ever. “Pixie, alright. This one was bragging up a storm at the bar. Been in a few scrapes, so he says.”

Eral scowled. “It’s not–! It’s not bragging if I actually did all those things,” he challenged, though he stayed slumped. “Just ‘cause you don’t believe it doesn’t mean it’s not true. Get a little perspective, man!”

NaNoWriMo Day 11

Today I was back to Silent Goddess for a bit. I can’t stay away from Eral for too long! He has some sass and some strong words for a kid to whom he’s otherwise shaping up to become a fun uncle.

Word Count: 1705

Excerpt:

Eral snickered. “Yeah, how’s anyone gonna keep me out of trouble?”

Lin snorted. “I mean. We probably have a fishbowl around here.”

Eral raised his eyebrows. They’d developed something of a rapport, so he knew the kid was unlikely to actually try it. Even so, he couldn’t let anyone think he’d just roll over. “Kid, if you try to trap me in something, I don’t care what your dads say, I’ll kick your ass.”

NaNoWriMo Day 6

I decided to make a post before I’m done writing for the day because I’m going super slow and I don’t want to have to remember to make one later. Also I had a really fun moment with Eral while writing Silent Goddess. Somehow he’s become a fun grunkle (grumpy uncle) to a bunch of kids.

Word Count: TBD

Excerpt:

After hitting three targets in quick succession, one of the boys cheered out loud and grinned up at where Eral hovered, his wings buzzing. “You’re so good with it,” he praised. “I wish I could aim that well.”

The boy had a rough scar over one eye, a scar that had long since healed but nonetheless left its impact. The kid couldn’t open his eye at all, which had probably frustrated his depth perception more than once in his life. Eral drifted down to be more level with him.

“I know all the adults around you probably say so, but it just takes practice, kid,” Eral assured him. “Not everyone’s good at it right away, and some people start off better than others. Me, I was good at it early on and now I’m pushing … gods, I’m almost forty now.”

The boy snorted. “You sure about that, pixie? You don’t look any older than Lin!”

The young man lightly punched the kid on the shoulder. “Watch it, squirt!”

“What can I say? I age gracefully. It can be pretty great to be me, really,” Eral teased. Some days more than others, perhaps, but it pleased him that he could say so. It wasn’t a lie.

NaNoWriMo Day 5

I decided not to do a post yesterday because I kept bouncing between different stories and didn’t have a good excerpt out of any of them. And then today, I was going to write a bit more, but I got a cool number for my word count and couldn’t resist! Today it’s Eral, in a different story called Bottled Rage.

Word Count: 2222

Excerpt:

“Awww, ‘runt’, godsdamn, I have never ever heard that one before,” Eral jeered. “What else you got?”

“I got plenty, twig,” the guy said gruffly. “But you best shut up now or I’ll just toss this bottle off the bridge instead.”

Eral blinked and his angry words did stop for a moment. He had to weigh what he thought the guy wanted him for against the chance that he actually would sink him in the river.

Not that the possibility truly scared him for long. “Just try it, shit heap,” he slurred, slapping the glass again. “If you think that’s all it takes you got another thing comin’! It’s shaped like my boot in your face and my sword in your eye!”

NaNoWriMo Day 3

I voted today! Nerves about that occupied my mind most of the day, but then I came home and banged out some words. Continued my work on Silent Goddess today.

Word Count: 1811

Excerpt:

Something big slammed down around him. Eral looked up, startled, and sighed as he found a strainer of some kind for cleaning vegetables had been set over him. The holes in it were long and narrow, leaving no chance for even him to slip through while giving him enough of a view of the two faces that leaned in to investigate him.

Eral shifted so he sat cross legged, and politely applauded the pair. “You got me! Congratulations, you’re rude and thorough.”

The pair blinked, then exchanged a look, then looked back at him. The man cleared his throat and nodded at the colander with a pointed expression. “That’s right, fae,” he assured him. “We’ve got you stuck, and there’s iron in that thing, so you’re not about to go pushing it around or playing your tricks through it.”

Eral stared at him, making an awkward pause as he made sure the guy didn’t have more bravado for him. “I’ve done no one any wrong here,” he said, surprisingly level for how annoyed he was. These people were superstitious, he understood, but all the same it slowed him down. “What exactly do you think I’d do, aside from hurt your feelings with some bad language?”

NaNoWriMo Day 2

I started a bit late today, between work and having some dinner after. And tomorrow is Voting Day so. Yike.

Today’s story was a short entitled Silent Goddess and starring Eral the Arbor Pixie.

Word Count: 1801

Excerpt:

Eral found it easy enough to go unnoticed in the cities of the clockwork kingdom. Anyone that noticed him didn’t pay much mind. He wasn’t the only small, flying thing to be found here, to his intrigue.

Somewhat recently, some up-and-coming tinkerers had unlocked the power of mechanical flight in small devices. Little drones on test flights fluttered from windows and between workshops. Some even bore delicate metalwork wings that fluttered similarly to his own.

For all he knew, some of these inventors had studied pixies or other small fae for their building. He’d have to look into that once he satisfied his current curiosity.

NaNoWriMo Announcement

I’m … Alive?

More or less! This year is not like other years, that’s for sure, and thus my writing productivity has not been like it has been in other years.

However! I’d still like to give NaNo a try. I’ll be doing updates for my word count daily, as much as I can, and I will give excerpts as well! As for the project…

Muunfel Tales!

The Muunfel project encompasses the histories and epics of many characters and places. The aim of this year’s NaNoWriMo endeavor is to flesh out some of these histories, from the antics of Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie, to the history-altering adventures of Aaron Stride, to smaller-scale revolutions like Finnraal’s. Some familiar characters will make an appearance, as well as some new ones.

I hope for your support!