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November 11, 2005
Day 11: holy crap
Wordcount: 15,607
Wow.
I just challenged myself to see how many words I could write in half an hour. The answer?
1,590.
Wow. I feel really macho right now. Also, my left wrist hurts like a SOB, so I'm going to post this and go eat lunch.
Evran smiled. "I'm glad you are helping me to achieve my goal, my lady.""Evran, you're my apprentice. I want you to be able to accomplish your goals, provided they are reasonable. This is on the outside edge of what is reasonable, but since we know there are breeding miniature dragons alive in the world, I see no reason not to at least try to get you one. We can do the coincidence spell tomorrow after we have both rested a bit. Actually, I think I want you to do most of it." She stood up and went over to one of the shelves. She pulled a book down from the shelf and brought it over to him. "The spell is in here - I want you to read it carefully and make a list of the ingredients we need. Then I want you to pull them all down in the workshop. I'll check them in the morning while you are helping Roger. Yes?"
"Yes, my lady. Thank you, my lady!"
Evran's mind churned as he watched his teacher go down to the workroom. He tried to focus his mind on the spell and found it difficult. It was a strange spell, not at all what he had been expecting. There were no demons here. The spell was centered around charging some peculiar herbs with one's intentions and then incinerating them like incense. Apparently the smoke was supposed to disperse and carry the spell out into the world. It was an interesting idea, and Evran looked forward to trying it out.
He fingered his sorcerer's blade, the nine-inch-long, double-edged dagger he used in spellcasting. It was so satisfying to realize how far he had come, and in defiance of his parents, no less. Abruptly, he wondered what his parents were doing. Not much, he thought. He'd been gone long enough that they'd probably stopped looking, and no doubt were back to their usual routine; business and entertainment. He snorted.
But then he heard something that sounded an awful lot like hoofbeats. He went to the window and stared out at a sight that sent a shock through him like a bucket of cold water dumped on his head. It was his father on a huge bay horse, followed by several retainers.
They were armed, and riding up to the gate.
Posted by Ealasaid at November 11, 2005 11:36 AM