NaNoWriMo Username: FluffyGremlin Any background information: The people were torn apart. Some felt themselves drawn to the night times, always in service of Rath and Ar. Those who were warmed by the sun shied away from the cold darkness and followed the ways of Liau and Agne. There were those, however, who found themselves stuck in the middle grounds, forever staying in the dawns and twilights, praying to Feos and Sio as they worked to make the world at peace.
Excerpt: Melli thought she could make out a smirk on Rymyn’s face. She could definitely see him nod before he walked past her and Deacon. He stopped in front of the large doorway and stood studying it for a moment before giving a ring on the front a violent tug. The door came open slowly, revealing an ever widening stream of light and warmth as it did.
She hesitated going towards the well-lit room and moved closer to Deacon unconsciously. As much as she disliked the tall man his arrogant air was almost comforting in such an alien place. Rymyn watched the pair of them, his face hidden in shadows. Taking a few deep breaths, Melli walked forward.
She paused next to Rymyn and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the odd half-light of the hallway outside of the room before stepping into the full glare.
“I think your friend is pouting,” Rymyn said to her, leaning in slightly so that he could whisper. Melli shivered in response. “He isn’t a friend,” she said curtly, “or even an acquaintance. His master does business with my father and he wasn’t given much choice about escorting me tonight.”
“So much for Deacon Humblehearted then,” Rymyn grinned. Melli tried not to stare at his pale eyes as they gleamed in the lamplight. The man glanced back at where the third member of their party was still standing, hand on wounded cheek. Deacon glared back and began walking towards them in a long, slow stride.
Melli turned towards the room and grit her teeth. She refused to be thrust in the middle of the bickering between the Light and the Dark as the Grey People always were. Flicking wet hair over her shoulder, she walked forward.
Helias' Children: Grey Daughter
Any background information: The people were torn apart. Some felt themselves drawn to the night times, always in service of Rath and Ar. Those who were warmed by the sun shied away from the cold darkness and followed the ways of Liau and Agne. There were those, however, who found themselves stuck in the middle grounds, forever staying in the dawns and twilights, praying to Feos and Sio as they worked to make the world at peace.
Excerpt:
Melli thought she could make out a smirk on Rymyn’s face. She could definitely see him nod before he walked past her and Deacon. He stopped in front of the large doorway and stood studying it for a moment before giving a ring on the front a violent tug. The door came open slowly, revealing an ever widening stream of light and warmth as it did.
She hesitated going towards the well-lit room and moved closer to Deacon unconsciously. As much as she disliked the tall man his arrogant air was almost comforting in such an alien place. Rymyn watched the pair of them, his face hidden in shadows. Taking a few deep breaths, Melli walked forward.
She paused next to Rymyn and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the odd half-light of the hallway outside of the room before stepping into the full glare.
“I think your friend is pouting,” Rymyn said to her, leaning in slightly so that he could whisper. Melli shivered in response.
“He isn’t a friend,” she said curtly, “or even an acquaintance. His master does business with my father and he wasn’t given much choice about escorting me tonight.”
“So much for Deacon Humblehearted then,” Rymyn grinned. Melli tried not to stare at his pale eyes as they gleamed in the lamplight. The man glanced back at where the third member of their party was still standing, hand on wounded cheek. Deacon glared back and began walking towards them in a long, slow stride.
Melli turned towards the room and grit her teeth. She refused to be thrust in the middle of the bickering between the Light and the Dark as the Grey People always were. Flicking wet hair over her shoulder, she walked forward.