Fireborn: Handful of Maybes

Between NaNoWriMo and Windycon, it's been a while since I posted a new chapter of Fireborn. So, before I start, I thank you all for your patience!

For my new friends, the story starts here.

MIST

Mist was distracted through dinner, trying unsuccessfully to catch a glimpse of Orchid. Either she was working hard to avoid her mother, or she simply wasn’t there. And it wasn’t like Orchid to skip a meal, especially after flying off in a huff—Mist was well aware of her daughter’s tendency to fly off her anger, and remembered how hungry that made a growing girl from her own childhood.

Once people were mostly finished eating dinner, the Mayor wasted no time in chasing people out of the center of the sunshade. They settled into a rough circle, mostly under the sunshade, but the mothers on infant duty and a few others gathered within earshot in the water.

The mayor wasted no time on introductions. “So, Healer, who is the fireborn?”

Mist stood up. “Mayor, “ she bowed, “Sturgeon School” she looked across the various people gathered in the big sunshelter and nodded, then nodded toward the water too. “I have not yet established whether there is a fireborn among you.”

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The story continues here.
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Fireborn: Handful of Maybes

Between NaNoWriMo and Windycon, it's been a while since I posted a new chapter of Fireborn. So, before I start, I thank you all for your patience!

For my new friends, the story starts here.

MIST

Mist was distracted through dinner, trying unsuccessfully to catch a glimpse of Orchid. Either she was working hard to avoid her mother, or she simply wasn’t there. And it wasn’t like Orchid to skip a meal, especially after flying off in a huff—Mist was well aware of her daughter’s tendency to fly off her anger, and remembered how hungry that made a growing girl from her own childhood.

Once people were mostly finished eating dinner, the Mayor wasted no time in chasing people out of the center of the sunshade. They settled into a rough circle, mostly under the sunshade, but the mothers on infant duty and a few others gathered within earshot in the water.

The mayor wasted no time on introductions. “So, Healer, who is the fireborn?”

Mist stood up. “Mayor, “ she bowed, “Sturgeon School” she looked across the various people gathered in the big sunshelter and nodded, then nodded toward the water too. “I have not yet established whether there is a fireborn among you.”

( Read more... )

The story continues here.
________________

Since authors love comments (I'm not unique, in that at least), I hope you'll take a moment to let me know you're reading, and tell me what you think.