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The hanger queen is the non-functioning airplane one keeps around to scavange parts from.
Since switching from Elyvaer's viewpoint to Marik's, things have really clicked. The story works much better as a story, and I seem able to keep Marik's internal character more consistant. Of course, as must happen, there were some little bits of decent writing in with all the crap that was written the other way, in particular an amusing little bit of Elyvaer's internal monologue, which will have to go.
I decided early on not to go for the slow-growing-affection-because-of-adversity thing, or the hate-each-other-except-when-saving-mutual-lives. Elyvaer harbored a crush from day one, end of story. Anyhoo, I left in the first two paras for context, but the internal monologue bit at the end is what I found amusing. Other context...Trevon's the mage, one of many characters who has been cold-heartedly dumped from my current version.
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The found Marrik’s stallion in a tiny forest meadow. The black horse was on a long tether, as if his rider had intended to be absent for some time. There was no doubt that it was Marrik’s horse; Elyvyr had spent some time with the magnificent creature over the tedious days at the keep. Seeing him sans rider was surprising.
Suddenly Elyvyr wished she hadn’t come this way. Wished, in fact, that she could melt into the ground. It had suddenly occurred to her that the attractive, unmarried son of the lord of the manor might have reasons for solo rides in the woods other than fresh air, and some of those reasons might have fair skin and shiny dark hair.
Her ears strained for sounds she didn’t want to hear, imagination wheeling out of control. In her mind was a scenario of utter personal and professional shame – how do you, a guard and representative of your queen and aid on a mission to a foreign lord, smoothly extricate yourself after interrupting the tryst of the son of said lord? How do one explain said diplomatic catastrophe to ones superiors? Perhaps more importantly, did Trevon know any tricks whereby he could permanently melt her, Elyvyr, into the ground, without anyone noticing?
"I was just riding through. That I was riding through just this trackless clearing, and only half an hour after you’d left, was total chance, sheer luck, and also I followed you because you’re beautiful." No, that probably won't work.
/end story bit
Since switching from Elyvaer's viewpoint to Marik's, things have really clicked. The story works much better as a story, and I seem able to keep Marik's internal character more consistant. Of course, as must happen, there were some little bits of decent writing in with all the crap that was written the other way, in particular an amusing little bit of Elyvaer's internal monologue, which will have to go.
I decided early on not to go for the slow-growing-affection-because-of-adversity thing, or the hate-each-other-except-when-saving-mutual-lives. Elyvaer harbored a crush from day one, end of story. Anyhoo, I left in the first two paras for context, but the internal monologue bit at the end is what I found amusing. Other context...Trevon's the mage, one of many characters who has been cold-heartedly dumped from my current version.
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The found Marrik’s stallion in a tiny forest meadow. The black horse was on a long tether, as if his rider had intended to be absent for some time. There was no doubt that it was Marrik’s horse; Elyvyr had spent some time with the magnificent creature over the tedious days at the keep. Seeing him sans rider was surprising.
Suddenly Elyvyr wished she hadn’t come this way. Wished, in fact, that she could melt into the ground. It had suddenly occurred to her that the attractive, unmarried son of the lord of the manor might have reasons for solo rides in the woods other than fresh air, and some of those reasons might have fair skin and shiny dark hair.
Her ears strained for sounds she didn’t want to hear, imagination wheeling out of control. In her mind was a scenario of utter personal and professional shame – how do you, a guard and representative of your queen and aid on a mission to a foreign lord, smoothly extricate yourself after interrupting the tryst of the son of said lord? How do one explain said diplomatic catastrophe to ones superiors? Perhaps more importantly, did Trevon know any tricks whereby he could permanently melt her, Elyvyr, into the ground, without anyone noticing?
"I was just riding through. That I was riding through just this trackless clearing, and only half an hour after you’d left, was total chance, sheer luck, and also I followed you because you’re beautiful." No, that probably won't work.
/end story bit
