May pole,
Marianne thought. It’s a may pole.
Marianne thought. It’s a may pole.
Apothecaries
in yellow with blue ribbons danced and wove with indigo-robed scholars holding
black ribbons. The pattern took shape, looking like nothing so much as a
vertical bumblebee. Farther down the avenue, guards in pale blue wove
red ribbons with laborers in dark green clinging to medium purple. In between,
Tolari milled about, some with children clinging to them, some arm in arm with their
lovers. Blue, yellow, green, purple, more. It was an explosion of color.
in yellow with blue ribbons danced and wove with indigo-robed scholars holding
black ribbons. The pattern took shape, looking like nothing so much as a
vertical bumblebee. Farther down the avenue, guards in pale blue wove
red ribbons with laborers in dark green clinging to medium purple. In between,
Tolari milled about, some with children clinging to them, some arm in arm with their
lovers. Blue, yellow, green, purple, more. It was an explosion of color.
The entire
celebration was understated, but still – some of them were smiling. Looking happy. Having animated conversations with each
other. So different than the somber atmosphere up in the stronghold on the
plateau. It left her wondering what could have happened to create such gloom.
Would the Sural tell her, if she asked?
celebration was understated, but still – some of them were smiling. Looking happy. Having animated conversations with each
other. So different than the somber atmosphere up in the stronghold on the
plateau. It left her wondering what could have happened to create such gloom.
Would the Sural tell her, if she asked?
She toyed
with the idea as she strolled along, admiring the dancers’ handiwork, then
shook her head. The Tolari ruler had been surprisingly forthcoming about Tolari
culture, but this seemed a little personal. Tell
me, high one, why are you such a cold fish? She shook her head again, a
smile elbowing its way onto her face. No, she’d leave that for a few years down
the road.
with the idea as she strolled along, admiring the dancers’ handiwork, then
shook her head. The Tolari ruler had been surprisingly forthcoming about Tolari
culture, but this seemed a little personal. Tell
me, high one, why are you such a cold fish? She shook her head again, a
smile elbowing its way onto her face. No, she’d leave that for a few years down
the road.
Hi Christie!
Just stopping in from Indies Unlimited to check out your blog–very nice work! I like your Snippet Sunday posts–that's a great idea. I'm tempted to do something similar–imitation is flattery, right?
Thanks for coming by! Glad you like it. 🙂
Hi Christie,
Popping over from Indies to check out your blog. Makes sense that you'd write speculative fiction — looks like you have a powerful imagination.
Thank you!
Hi from IU and your books look like my kind of genre.
Another visit from IU. Love the snippet idea.