Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Graveyard Wednesday

Graveyard Friday kinda failed, so I'm changing the rule to Graveyard Whenever.

I wrote this really sweet scene today, but I have to take it out because it's filler and filler is bad, so I'm putting it here, because it's sweet. Maybe someday when someone cares, people will find this section and a couple of the details will become fringe canon. Huzzah


They stopped briefly back at the Fiammetta's inn for supplies. The town gate sat wide in the wake of the mob who'd ransacked the barn and busted open the front door. Sharon and Kindle went in to pack and assess the damage. Cat and the Curses waited in the garage. Ildri sat with her head bowed and Aiden's arm around her back. Cat approached with a heavy heart, "Hey."

Ildri glanced up. Aiden eyed her steely, "Hey."

"Um," Cat cleared her throat. "I wanted to thank you both for being so brave. I know it's not easy..."

"It's not," Ildri said. "But you guys are right. The rest of the world is afraid of the truth but you're facing it. My mother has never been able to cope like that."

"It's a lot to ask of someone," Cat agreed. "We'll make the best of it. You'll see. It won't be too bad."

"Hey Cat," Peter called. He was standing near the broken stable door staring out at the ruined sculpture. "Take a look."

The square was covered in evidence of the fight, but was no longer burning. She checked the rooftops briefly for strangers but saw no one. Instead her eye was drawn to the plume of fire in the Goddess's amputated hand. The base was covered in red jewels invisible from the ground until it fell; a mournfully poetic detail meant only for God. "I still don't think I can do this."

"You can." Peter said. "You were meant to."

"Was I meant to leave a trail of hate and destruction in my wake?"

"Don't blame yourself for that," Peter said. "You're the messenger. People always try to kill the messenger."

"That pretty much sums up Fire Town." She griped.

"Yeah and look how well that worked out!" Peter nudged her encouragingly, "You asked for one Fire Curse and got two. We'll ask for a Water Curse and get a dozen. By the time we get to Wind Town you'll be beating them off with a stick."

"The Brushcasters will try and stop us." She said.

"We'll beat them off with a stick too."

Cat smirked up at him. "You're faith is unshakable."

"Of course it is," Peter answered. "I believe in you."



  1. Huur...I hatehatehatehateHATE to be a grammar nazi while reading a scrap piece, but I have to point out again in the dialogue that you can connect the quoted part with its descriptive sentence using a comma ONLY if the latter has a speaking verb in it. I'm sure it's a difficult habit to break, but it would help the final editing process, I think. Sorry if I seem like I'm nagging...

    Okay, now that that's off my chest, despite having very little clue what's going on, I definitely enjoyed bits of this. :) However (crap, dialogue again...) is Aiden the one saying "Hey" in the second paragraph? I'm actually kind of sad this isn't going to be in the actual story, since that "We'll beat them off with a stick too" line tickled me tremendously. XD I always seem to like Cat and Peter's conversations.

    Thanks for posting these little unused scenes. It's fun to look at the plot process.

  2. Someone read it! Wow!

    I don't care about punctuation when I'm writing rough drafts. There are too many rules and my head is spongey enough as it is. I fix all that when I go back over for polish I'll make sure those things are taken care of... when I'm not caring about content. These graveyard moments are not at that level.

  3. I-is it really that surprising? I like reading writing scraps. It makes me feel better about the ones I post on LJ (which I'm sure have a heck of a lot less plot than this).

    Oh. Righto, I'll shut up then.