In honor of the completion of the first draft of Fayre Tales Two, The Vinegar Woman; here is a special unedited sneak peek at the second installment of your soon to be favorite book (I hope=-).
“Fayre...Fayre,” Fayre opened her eyes, Medwin was at the foot of the tree, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you sleeping up there?”
“No, just thinking,” Fayre said as she sat up.
“About what Fadri said?”
“You heard?”
“He told me.”
“Oh,” she didn't want to mention that she was homesick.
Medwin smiled,“Do you mind if I come up there?”
“Uh, sure.”
Medwin climbed up the branch with just as much skill as Fayre had and sat himself next to her. They sat there for an uncomfortable moment or two. Fayre dangled her feet nervously.
“You know, not many Inches are tree climbers.”
“Really?”
“Without wings they're not very comfortable with heights.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” Fayre looked up at the smoke cloud, “What other odd Faery habits do I have that you've noticed?”
“Oh not many, you stuck mostly to the fruit last night, the not-afraid-of-heights thing, and you're very graceful, almost like you're floating.” Fayre blushed and turned away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Medwin reached out and placed his hand on Fayre's for a moment, then pulled it away as though he thought better of it. “I'm sorry, excuse me.”
Medwin turned and climbed down quickly, walked a few steps and paused. “Fayre?”
“Yes?”
“You'll do fine,I'm here for you,” he met her eyes with his, “I mean, we're here for you.” Quickly, he turned and walked away.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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3 comments:
I liked it. I got a good sense of the tension between Fayre and Medwin (hope I spelled his name correctly). Though, it left me really wanting to know what Fadri said!
Thanks! I guess you'll have to read the book, when I get it out, hee, hee ;)
Oh, well. I can wait. I have to say, you are inspiring me to finish my book.
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