I spent yesterday with friends that Sprout and I made during her dance classes last year. I taught the moms to make sourdough bread while the girls played, then we all supped on Egyptian moussaka and Indian curry potatoes and Indian bread.* Between all the baking and tidying and visiting, I didn't have the oomph to post last night.
So! This was a good week, overall. I got my Baron Frankenstein** groove on and hacked and stitched until I have a chapter three that pretty much does what I want it to.
Baxente’s slaves set him down beside the hexarch and handed him from his palanquin. He winced and stumbled, having forgotten the blisters he had earned that morning. Ferrexon caught his arm, smiling stiffly as she held Keimul’s gaze and pretended all was well.
Keimul aimed a bright smirk at Baxente, but anger roiled around him, a thunderhead darkening the dazzling air he cultivated. "Immensely unfitting, making a late entrance on this of all days, no?"
Taking strength from Ferrexon, Baxente replied with a noncommittal; "May the Hexad’s blessing shine upon you, Your Sanctity."
A smothered sound from Ferrexon made him realize he had appropriated the hexarch’s traditional greeting for him.
*One mom is Egyptian and the other Indian, and they brought the food so I wouldn't have to cook.
**"Frankenstein" is the name of the game for this chapter. Depressingly, I found an entry about it, dating back to April 14...2013!