Friday, November 17, 2017

Flash Fiction #277 -- Dusty & Friends/22


Commander Rodal asked questions as they rode along the path.  Dusty explained how she'd come to rescue Blue.  "I had thought we'd just run straight for the castle," she said with a sigh.  "Nothing has worked that simply."

Fox took over the tale. The commander was pleased with all the details Fox gave about the number of orcs, their equipment, and other things the military would be happy to know.  Dusty listened as well and was even able to give a few more facts.  In all, the first part of the journey went well enough.

They stopped by the oasis and Dusty gladly slipped from the horse to stretch. She also took Blue to the little pond and let him roll about in the water a bit.

"I don't like the heat much," he admitted.  

"I'll wet the cloth in your basket and that will help."

"You really do understand him, don't you?" Commander Rodal said.  He stood over them like a guard and she thought he looked amazed.

"Yes. That's why I heard him crying when no one else did," she said and gathered him up.  He sat on her shoulder, a cool trickle of water running down her neck as she started to wet the cloth.  "I didn't realize I could understand dragons until now.  I have always done well with animals, though, so it must be related."

Commander Rodal nodded.  Dusty got the basket ready for Blue with nice damp cloth. Then she went to where Captain Yend had dumped out the bag.  The bits of food were all gone and even some of the cloth had been torn to pieces.  She picked them up and put it all back into the mostly intact bag, then dropped it into the water as well.

"If I have to run, carrying Blue in the bag is easier -- and less noticeable -- than the basket," she explained as she pushed the bag into the basket as well.

"That's very wise," Rodal said and looked as though he took her more seriously now.  "In fact, if things look troubling, give me the basket and I'll go one way while you take the dragon and go the other."

"Yes sir, that would be helpful," she agreed.  They were getting ready to leave and after another long ride they would be at the river and the bridge.  "I don't want anything to happen to any of us."

"We'll do our best to bluster our way through," Commander Rodal said.  "And there will be more soldiers at the river, so we should have a good number if things get out of hand.  You and Fox are to get through as best you can and ride as fast as you dare to the castle.  Do not stop to find out how the rest of us do."

"I -- yes sir," she said knowing he as being wise.  "I just don't want anyone to think I'm a coward --"

Rolad unexpectedly put a hand on her shoulder.  Few people ever did that since she was a princess and she looked up, startled.

"No one would ever think you a coward, Princess Destiny," the man said and sounded far too serious.  "Not after all you've done already and how you kept a clear head even through that mess with Yend.  I will deal with him when everything else is cleared up."

"Oh, do let grandmother have a part in that."  Dusty grinned.  "I did warn him that my grandmother was going to be unhappy with him and he rather didn't take it seriously.  I'm sure she'll want to have a few words with him about his rudeness to strangers."

Rodal laughed.  "Oh, that sounds like a joyful end to this mess, doesn't it?  Up you go, then.  We'll be to the bridge at sunset.  If we are very lucky, the orcs will have been pushed back and we'll be able to go straight through."

"Nothing as been that easy so far," Dusty admitted.

"I would like to hope for better," he said.  "I don't look forward to fighting orcs."

"Shove them into the river if you can," Fox said.  "That seems the only way to stop them."

In a few moments they were riding again.  Even though the desert seemed endless, Dusty knew that soon they would be to the river and the canal, and from there she would be able to see home.  The thought of it made her heart beat a little faster, but the fear of that last battle -- she hoped the last! -- filled her with dread.

Dusty was certain she never wanted another adventure --

Oh, but if she could go to see the dragons in the mountains and talk to them?  Wouldn't that be an adventure as well?  She didn't want to be tied forever to the castle, did she?

This wasn't the time to be thinking about that far into the future.  Right now she need only think about getting Blue to the safety of the castle. 

And then to sleep in her own bed tonight in quiet peace while others guarded and worked on how to get Blue back home.  Oh, the idea of her own bed almost made her push the horse out ahead of the others, but she got her impatience in hand.

They ate some dried fruit and cheese.  Fox pointed out where they had reached the path from the desert.

"Not far now," Rolad said.  He paused his horse and the others all stopped with him.  "You all know your duty.  We must protect the Princess and her charge and make certain they reach the castle.  Starkin, you ride ahead and warn the palace guard that she is heading their way.  Say nothing of the dragon.  We don't want anyone to get anxious to see him."

"Or to want to take him," Dusty added and won a nod.  "I'll be careful."

They rode on.  Soon she could see the green of the trees and the sparkling water.

And the orcs.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Flash Fiction #276 -- Dusty & Friends # 21



The captain yowled, the guards yelled, and Fox did his best to keep between them and Dusty while she worked recovered Blue who had leapt off the man and darted under the desk.  At least the baby dragon didn't try to run from her and scurried to her hand.

By the time she'd crawled back out from under the desk another man had come into the room and looked rather startled at the scene. 

"Captain Yend, what in the name of all the hells is going on here?" the newcomer demanded.

"Sir," the Captain said, his voice muffled.  He had one hand to his nose, but it didn't appear to be bleeding.  "This hussy has some sort of trained lizard.  It bit me!  Dangerous beast --"

"Do get up, young lady -- oh.  Princess Destiny!"

Dusty hadn't been prepared to be recognized in this particular situation, and the man's sudden bow flustered her.  A glance at Fox and his bright smile gave her back some courage, though.  She stood up, holding blue in one hand as she nodded to the man.

"I assume that you are the Commander here?  I am glad you came when you did.  I'm afraid Captain Yend has been a great deal of trouble."

"People are looking everywhere for you!  There's been some worry that the orcs took you, especially since they're acting so oddly -- that is not a lizard."

"No, sir.  This is what the orcs really want back.  I helped Blue escape, and with Fox's help we were trying to get back to the castle where I could talk to my grandmother -- to the Queen --"

Yend made a little sound of distress.  He sat down.  Dusty ignored him.

"Sir, after I was injured, I thought it wiser to head for the outpost and get more help so that Dusty -- Princess Destiny -- and Blue would have a good chance of getting past the orcs who would be stationed at the bridge, waiting for us," Fox explained.  "They won't want the baby dragon returned to his mother where he can tell the tale of what happened.  I suspect the orcs are panicked, sir."

"So they are," the man replied and still looked rather shocked.  "What have you got to say for yourself, Captain Yend?"

"I didn't know Commander Radol," he said and sat up straighter.  He had his hand away from his face.  His nose was bright red but didn't look so bad.  "They said they were runaways --"

"We said no such thing," Fox said, cutting short whatever tale the man meant to weave.  "You decided what we were and forbade us to say anything at all.  You threw us in cells -- put a princess of the line in one of those dark, dank cells --"

"I didn't know!  She didn't say!"

"He's right about that," Dusty said.  "I could tell I couldn't trust him, so I kept my name to myself and certainly didn't tell him about Blue.  But let's not worry so much about what's happened.  We need to get back to the castle.  Blue's mother and the other dragons will be hunting him.  There was already trouble in the north the day I disappeared.  We need to let the dragons know that he is safe."

"Yes," Commander Radol agreed.  "Gods, yes -- we must get moving immediately.  Are you fit to ride, Princess Destiny?"

"Yes, sir," she said.  "Fox -- if you are well enough -- I would like you with us.  Blue trusts you."

He smiled brightly again.  "I made it this far.  I would be honored to go the rest of the way."

"Well then," Commander Radol said.  He didn't look like a man who flustered easily.  "I'll have the horses readied."

"I would like to clean up a little," she admitted.  "And if you have a small basket with a handle so that I can carry Blue?"

"Yes, of course."

When Fox held out his arms, one of the guards quickly untied him.  Then Fox went with them and acted every inch her guard, standing at the door to the guest quarters -- oh how nice that bed looked! -- while she cleaned up.  Commander Rodal even sent her a lovely cotton dress and a pair of pants for underneath, knowing Dusty was going to be riding and not side-saddled.  She also had a hat to block out some of the sunlight.  There must have been some women here.  Probably servants?  Or perhaps the wife or daughter of Commander Rodal.  The clothing was well made.

They brought Fox a clean uniform, and he changed with some help from one of the men.  The entire attitude of people had changed, and Dusty was almost tempted to tell Fox he should remain behind.  Except....

Dusty felt safer with someone she knew at her side.  She could hand Blue over to him if she needed to, while the little dragon might not go willingly with others.

And besides, with Captain Yend back in charge, it was better that he go with her and Commander Rodal.

When they rode out of the gate, Dusty had a place beside Commander Rodal and with Fox riding to her right.  Blue sat in a small basket before her, peeking his head out for a moment but then dropping back into the shadows.  Dusty couldn't blame him once she saw the vast expanse of golden sand again.

"Well, at least I've gotten some sleep," she said as they headed out into the hot day. 

"I thought about delaying until late tonight or early tomorrow," Commander Rodal said.  He didn't look particularly happy about heading back out since he'd only gotten to the outpost a few hours before.  "However, the trouble I saw at the Miru River Bridge makes me think the sooner we get back, the better.  The sun will be mostly down by the time we reach that spot."

"Faster than walking," Dusty said and patted the horse on the neck.  She tried not to think about the trouble they still faced.

Thursday, November 02, 2017

Flash Fiction #275 -- Dusty & Friends/20


Late in the morning she heard noises out in the fortress and hoped that meant the commander had returned.  There were a lot of shouts, but nothing that sounded dangerous. She even let Blue go up to the slit and look out.

"A lot of horses and men arrived," he said.  "They just got in through the gate."

"That's good!" she said.  He darted back down to her.

"They didn't look very happy."

"Those people just rode from the city to here.  Maybe longer," she replied.  "They can't have liked it any more than we did."

"I don't like the desert," Blue admitted.  "I want to go back to the mountains and the snow.  I want to go home!"

This was the first time Blue had admitted to being homesick.  She gathered him up to her chest and held him like she'd held baby kittens.  After a little bit, he sighed and relaxed. 

"I want to go home, too, Blue," Dusty admitted.  "And we're both going to go home and everyone will be happy to see us.  We are going to stop a war, Blue.  You'll be famous."

"Oh and you, too!" he said and grabbed hold of her arm.  "But -- but if we go home, we won't see each other again!"

Dusty had not expected the little guy to admit that he'd miss her. She knew that she'd miss him.

"I'm sure we'll get a chance to visit each other," she replied and tried to make herself believe it.  "My grandmother sends a group to visit with the dragons twice a year.  I bet she'll let me go along!"

And there, finally, might be a job for her, as well.  Dusty felt better at the idea and even Blue seemed to like it -- probably because he would be back home in the mountains and not doing the traveling.

A little later someone brought her food again.  This man was surly though, and only grunted at her questions about the Commander.  He did stop at the door though and looked back at her.

"Commander Radol got more important things to do than bother with a girl what led a good soldier astray.  You be happy he bothers to feed you."

Then he slammed the door shut and the bolt went back into place.

"They don't sound very polite sometimes," Blue said as he came out of hiding in the blankets.  "I don't know that I trust them much at all to help us."

"We'll see what Commander Radol is like," Dusty replied.  "Well, at least we have some bread and cheese.  Let's have a little picnic."

"I wish Fox was here," Blue admitted.  "I want him to be safe, too."

"Me, too," she said.

They had a nice little meal and then Blue napped again.  Dusty waited, but she soon realized that the man would have other things to handle before seeing prisoners.

Dusty napped as well, forcing herself to sleep because it helped to pass the time.  She wished she could talk to Fox and find out what he thought she should do.  They had done well together despite this last trouble.  She trusted his good sense.

They hadn't fallen into the hands of the orcs yet.  That thought lulled her back to sleep once more.

The door moved.  Blue, wise little dragon that he was, leapt from her lap up to her shoulder and into her hair before the door fully opened.  Two men stood there.

"You're to come with us now, miss," one said.  She couldn't tell them apart there in the shadows, but she got quickly to her feet, glad  the wait was finally over.  "Come quick now. The Captain don't like to be kept waiting."

"Captain?" she said, faltering.  "But I thought the Commander was to see me."

"He got better things to do then see the likes of you," the second man snarled.

Not someone she could trust, then.  She was glad when they stopped and brought Fox out.  He looked as though he hadn't slept nearly as well as Dusty and Blue and she felt badly for him then.  He did look relieved to see her, though.  Since he said nothing, neither did she.

The outpost wasn't very large and the high walls blocked off any view, making it seem smaller still.  A few lizards darted here and there and startling her so that she almost patted at her hair to make certain Blue was still there.

They went into the one large building and into a small office where the Captain sat behind his desk.  He still glared which meant there was no hope of this going better than the first meeting.

So Dusty decided she might as well be brave and strong.

"I demand to see the commander," she said, her head up as she faced the man.  "I demand to see him right now."

She'd flustered him, if nothing else.  She caught a hint of a smile on Fox's face though he made certain the Captain did not see that look.

"I don't know who you think you are, missy, but we don't take orders from runaway servants --"

"I am not --"

"Silence!"  He got to his feet.  Clearly the man was not used to anyone talking back to him.

Fox made a little sound of warning and Dusty would have backed down.  Unfortunately, the Captain came around the desk, the better to intimidate her. 

"I will have none of that behavior, young lady!"  His voice grew louder with each word and his face turned a darker shade of red.  "You and the deserter --"

"He is not a deserter!"

The captain reached out and caught her by the shoulder with a vicious shake --

Fox and Blue both took exception to that move.  Fox, even with his hands tied, knocked the man back while Blue leapt from her hair -- taking a few strands with him -- and landed atop the captain's head.

Then he bent over and bit the man on the nose.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Flash Fiction #274 -- Dusty & Friends/19



Dusty dared not move for a moment, afraid that her legs would give out and she would fall.  Of all the things that might have happened, this was not something she had contemplated.  The Captain should have been on her side!  He wouldn't even listen --

"Can I come out now?  Your hair tickles," Blue whispered.

Dusty smiled despite the situation.  "Come out.  I'm afraid this isn't a very nice room, though.  And be ready to hide if you hear anyone at the door."

"I wish I weren't too young to grow my wings," he mumbled as he slid out of her hair and down to her shoulder.  "I'd fly up and bite a nose or two!"

Dusty fought not to laugh since the little guy sounded so serious.  He climbed down, and she did her best to keep track of him, not knowing what else might be in the room.  There was a covered bucket with a drain through the floor.  She used it and made certain the lid was on tight so that he couldn't slip in there and disappear.  A bed of old straw and a ragged blanket sat on the opposite wall, and she settled with her head against the stone wall.

As angry as Dusty felt, she realized this was not the worst thing that could have happened.  They were not out in the sunlight.  They were not anywhere near the orcs, and while the Captain was a rude man with no good sense (which might be why he was out here away from everyone), she could still hope that the commander would be a wiser person.

Someone came to the door.  Blue scurried into the straw as the door opened.  Two men stood there, one with a tray.  Food?

"Dinner, miss," he said and held the tray out.  The other handed her a water skin and a blanket.  "That'll get you through the night.  The commander will be back before noon tomorrow if all is well."

"Thank you," she said and took the tray.  The other man sat the additional material by the door.

"Blanket will help," he mumbled.  Embarrassed, Dusty realized.  They probably didn't often throw young ladies into cells here.  And oh, if he found out she was a princess of the line -- but she said nothing.  They were being kind.

Dusty was glad to see there was another tray outside on a rolling stand, and a blanket as well.  Fox wouldn't suffer any worse than her, though she suspected his shoulder would keep him awake. 

The guards closed and locked her door before they opened the one across the way. She tried to listen and thought she heard Fox say something -- but it was no use standing there while the food went cold.  She took the tray back to the bedding and sat down, sharing with Blue.  He was such a little thing that he really didn't eat much and afterward he curled up in her lap and napped.

Dusty slept off and on as well.  Twice she awoke from nightmares about orcs, but she could hear nothing out of place outside the cell. The little sliver of light had disappeared, but there was a slight flickering around the door which meant a torch out in the hall.  She found that reassuring as she gathered the second blanket and the water.  Then she and Blue curled up to sleep through the night.

Now that it had gone dark, though, she began to feel more than a little restless.  The stone walls creaking as they cooled sounded ominous, even though it was no different sound than she'd heard back at the castle.  An occasional shout by the guards -- no doubt a common occurrence during the night watch, woke her with a start.  By the first light of morning, she was growing bad-tempered and knew that would not help her case. 

Dusty began to worry about when the commander might make it back, though.  Hadn't the man said 'if all goes well?'  If the commander was anywhere near the gathering orcs, it might not go well at all, and he might be forced to stay wherever he happened to be.

And the dragons -- they might be on the move by now as well, and it was unlikely anyone would know why.  That thought got her up and pacing for a while.  Blue stayed on her shoulder.

"Oh how I do hate waiting," she finally confessed when she realized that Blue had started to worry.  "There is nothing worse wrong, you know.  I just want to get somewhere we can do good.    The Captain is going to have much to answer for by the time I'm done."

That made Dusty feel better, though she usually would not have been such a vindictive person.  His behavior had been unreasonable, though.

They shared a few scraps of bread left over from the meal from the night before.  Dusty tried not to think about the bag the Captain had emptied out, and the pieces of fruit and cheese left there in the sand.  Mostly she tried not to feel sorry for herself. 

So she paced a little more in the small room before she settled on the blankets to wait out the time.  It couldn't be much longer, could it?

Blue played a bit with some straw, climbed up the walls --

"Oh please don't go out!" Dusty cried, startled to see his shadow fall across the floor.  He stood in the slit of a window high up on the wall where she could not reach.

"I promise I won't go out.  I just wanted to sit in the sun for a little while," he said and came back down.   "It won't be much longer, will it?  I don't think these are very nice people to keep you and Fox locked up like this.  No nicer than the orcs!"

"It will be all right," she promised.  "We just have to be patient."

But she hoped something happened soon.


Friday, October 20, 2017

Preparing



I have not done a regular blog post in a couple of months.   I have kept up on the Flash Fiction serial -- can't miss a week of that one! -- but I just couldn't think of anything else to write here.  I got busy, I got ill, I got both busy and ill sometimes ... and I just ran out of energy.  And now....

Now we are only days away from NaNoWriMo!  The picture today is the cover for my main NaNo Novel.  I am not entirely ready.  The outline for the first novel (since I usually do more than one) is not done.  I can see the end, finally, but I have this blank spot between a significant scene and how it all turns out.  I can't even say how much is going to happen between the two spots.  Nor can I say WHAT will happen.

But I have a great set of characters and an excellent plot up to that point.  I know what my people are about to find and once I work out the implications, I will see where it goes.  I might not 'see' that part until I'm actually writing the novel.  Not a problem -- I have an outline to get me that far and I've never had a problem ending a story.
I realize that I have inadvertently borrowed the attitude of one character (a historical person) from one of C. J. Cherryh's stories.  That made me laugh because it seemed so logical.  I think she'll be amused.

It is amazing how many things affect our writing, and we don't always realize it.    Just a little hint of this, a memory of that -- and suddenly there it is in a story.  You might not even realize it.  This one was just obvious when I thought about the character.

So, I have most of one outline ready for NaNo.  I have a second outline all done, but it will be my second book since I already wrote about 2500 words on it.  Once I get at least one complete (50k plus) novel written, then I can go to it if I have time.  I'm not sure that I will.  My goal is only 100k this year.  I might do better, but I am not aiming at the 250k or so that I sometimes do.  100k is a calm NaNo for me.  Since I've been ill, I don't want to push too hard.

But I do want to have fun!  That's part of why I am less concerned with totals this year.  Last year was kind of tricky because I was trying to hit an overall total for all the NaNo's I'd done through the years.  I wanted 3,000,000 words -- and I made it.  This is year 17 for me, and I have always won.  I love the joy of finding all these writers in one place, and a good many of them having fun.  (If you are not having fun, don't do it.  Drop out.  NaNo isn't for everyone, and it will not affect your career as a writer one way or another unless you learn something from it.  NaNo is a good time to experiment, have fun -- and realize that you are not the only writer out there in the world who are dealing with one problem or another.

Have fun, NaNo or not!