Tag: silent goddess

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.”

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.

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?”