I’m trying to write and my faithful dog, Merlin, would rather have me petting him. This is a good problem to have. I’d rather have this than a lot of other dramas I see people inviting into their lives. Why a person would want to create that kind of stress is beyond me. I’d rather keep my life simple and let my characters have the drama.
Okay, I won’t go getting up on my soapbox today. The sun is shining, something we haven’t had a lot of the last month or so. I like my light. I couldn’t live somewhere that didn’t have a good amount of sunlight. Now if only the snow would melt off.
I discovered Merlin shedding today. Both him and my black cat, Coville, are trying to get rid of their winter coats. I tried telling them that it’s a little premature on their part; we still have more cold winter ahead of us. But do you think they listened? Nope! I think they both had the sun of their black fur and got a false sense of the warmth.
I hope my tulips are smart enough to keep their heads down for a while longer. The snow hasn’t melted yet and there’s more in the forecast. A little sun doesn’t equal spring! Even though I am also craving it very badly. I must wait too. Bring on summer. I had someone comment to me this last week that “didn’t the weather know that it was supposed to go Thanksgiving, Christmas, summer?” That’s almost a true story for Idaho weather, but I find it’s more like cold, cold, warm-ish, cold, cold, cold, flip switched, blazing hot! And I use to be one of these people that preferred the blazing hot to the cold. Not so much since I had heat stroke many years ago; hot weather saps my strength fairly quickly, but I will still take it over the cold. Everyone is always telling me that when it’s cold they can put on more layers, but when it’s hot they can’t take anything else off. I reply that I can always go jump in a pool but I hate being the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!
Well, enough chatting about the weather. Feel free to let me know what it’s like where you live in the comments below. Meanwhile, let’s get you to the story.
Previously: Cirvel heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map to a revered imagination dragon. Instead, he meets Treshauna, a Black Night ninja who needs his help. She replies that she and Drelin, the leader of the ninjas, need a powerful trap. Meeting up with the ninjas, they take to hiding within Cirvel’s shadow to travel through the Wells. As soon as they come out on the other side, they discover something is waiting for them. Blindsided, Cirvel gets severely injured by the Shniktaur, an agent of pure chaos. Cirvel withdraws and takes Treshauna back through the Wells, but is unable to pull Drelin along. Once healed, he and Treshauna make plans to find Drelin and rescue him. Cirvel opens a portal to another world. They step through and they find Drelin, who is severely injured. They take Drelin to the nearest town in search of a healer, but they are taken captive. Civel is released from the cell to go be presented before the queen. Upon meeting the queen, Cirvel shows just how otherworldly he is. Instead of scaring the queen, it intrigues her. Queen Marthryn indicates there is more on this planet for him to protect other than only her city of Gohaldinest: a small, ill imagination dragon. Cirvel touches the dragon with trepidation, afraid his own power might overwhelm it.The dragon, Leschemal, is terribly sick and weak, but there is no apparent cause. Cirvel learns more about this planet and that in the last 100 years that Leschemal has gotten sick as a war rages with the Plenelians, a group of magicless people. Meanwhile Drelin remains unconscious and unresponsive. The healer claims that Drelin is in the veil and trying to decide if he wants to return to his body or remain in the shadows. Cirvel decides to take him into the lamp, hoping they can heal Drelin the sands of the genie realm. Burying Drelin in the sands to let him heal, Cirvel and Treshauna head off over the sands. They take off on a flying carpet toward the genie city of Fazitarn in order to get supplies to help Leschemal’s recovery. Cirvel begins to explain some of complicated customs of genies to Treshauna, as well as the differences between types of genies.
by Dawn Blair
“Pretty lady,” a hawker called out to her with a golden chain dangling from his fingers. “Make you even more pretty.”
She went to respond, but Cirvel tugged hard on her, the stumble making her lose her concentration.