#word find tag
I went a big adventure this last weekend and I’ve been spending the last couple days recovering. And we’re also moving out of the country next week, so I’m kinda working on getting everything sorted to get packed and so on. Not very hard, mind, because we still have to exist in this space until we move. So.
BUT. I wanted to respond to @enchanted-lightning-aes and @papercutsunset when they tagged me in Word Finds. Even though one of them was almost a month ago. (I actually just forgot that one because of all the things we’re doing to get ready for departure.)
Anyway, here you go!
act, stumble, warning, pay, rake,beef, proof, and rise
act
Tristan found himself between the much smaller girl and the dangerous Scorpio, arms outstretched. The man returned to his hissing and snarling. Tristan jerked back from a strike of the tail, the actunbalancing him and causing him to fall. Isolde yelped behind him. As the tail drew back for another strike, Tristan spun around on the stair and scooped up the girl, an easy task for his large, muscular form, and bolted up to the main floor of the house.
stumble
Hestumbledupon a page with a sketch of a girl, not much older than the young Taurus. Splotches covered the page, the charcoal smeared unintentionally, a name scribbled along the bottom. His nose stung, eyes wet, and he slammed the journal shut. He remembered her. He remembered her.
warning
Tristan had the morning lecture to agonize over what to tell Jorgus. He settled on warning him of the possible vast cost of horn powder, something that he did not expect the Jones family to have. The bull seemed to accept that and thanked him – thanked him! – for telling him. Isolde joined him for lunch to ask what the spell entailed and if he knew of a way to make some sort of item, a totem that might perform a similar function. In all the excitement of the last several weeks, he had all but forgotten about his father’s suggestion that they locate his mother’s spellbooks to find the spell that recharged the wards.
pay
A sharp inhalation brought him to consciousness, startled out of sleep by the bustle of activity around him. The Wives had just started to get up and pack away their bedrolls, Miss Sherla assigned the task of cooking breakfast. She made sure to cook an extra set for each of the boys. Tristan offered to open one of his jams. Orla advised against it, but Miss Sherla promised she’d payfor it if the others didn’t sell well. The jam made its way around the foggy morning campfire and even Mrs. McTiernan sputtered out an admittance of deliciousness.
rake
I feel like I could have this one in a scene, which makes me want to add it.
beef
There are a people in this setting with Cattle-like appearances, so we’ve removed cow from the setting. Which means beef wouldn’t be a meat, in-universe.
proof
“So, would you be willing to hunt down whatever is in the woods, Alden?” A smile found her features, a mask that Tristan understood.
The scorpion nodded absently.
“Excellent!” She looked to Tristan. “And when he comes back with proofof the beast’s existence, will you be nicer to him?”
rise
Impact again, this time from a fist, connected with his shoulder. He yowled and spun toward the source of the pain and threw out his own fist. He must’ve dropped his hammer in the initial fall. The moon might rise, give him some semblance of visibility. The heard the crunch of dirt underfoot and held up his arms to block an attack.
There ya go, folks! I’ll leave this as open tag to anyone that wants to participate, seeing as how I’m surprisingly busy. Your words, should you choose to accept the challenge, are: redeem, disappointment, thrust,andinject.
Not sure why I got tagged recently, but @ellierenae knocked on my coffin lid, so here I am. The words I’m meant to find I’ll be pulling from my original WIP, Book 1 of the Zodiac Chronicles, Mystery in Tauri (title subject to change). (I’ve been overworking my chapter 1 because people were paying attention to it. I’m not used to that.)
Thank you for the tag! Let’s get started.
consume
He lingered, letting the Taurus meander slowly. Something about that familiar stranger demanded his attention. He crouched by the porch, anticipating a much longer wait, but before the large Taurus could be completely consumed by the darkness, a lantern emerged from the house. He watched the lantern moved with cold confidence down the steps and several feet away from the structure. The familiar stranger paused and dug into his bag. He removed an item, allowed it to unroll, and muttered a single command word. Hunks of serrated metal along a chain came together and stiffened into a something resembling a cane. The figure adjusted his bag and lantern and continued into the darkness, compensating for a limp with the magical item. Confusion filled the Scorpio at the item, not as familiar to him as the stranger.
(This is in one of the chapters I was banging out near the end of NaNo, so uh… quality bad.)
love
Eli smiled. “Well. Do you mind staying for dinner, Isolde? Did you tell your father you’d be late?”
Silence filled the kitchen, only broken by the sound of gently sizzling meats and boiling potatoes. Tristan furrowed his brow, startled at the sudden tension.
“I’d love to stay for dinner.” Her voice had lost a bit of her excitement, though she had plenty to spare.
The old bull hummed. Something lay beneath the surface of her statement, one that both men recognized. A silent agreement formed between them; they would not ask and she would not tell. Tristan’s curiosity piqued with tales of mundanity from the other children, but he understood the precious need for secrecy from time to time.
(I have the word ‘love’ in my WIP often because Tristan and his father say “I love you” a lot. So I chose an instance that wasn’t… that.)
together
Eli lifted his head. “I thought we had a hunter in the village.”
Isolde nodded. “Oh, uh. Yeah. But Mister Eamon said he hasn’t been able to track the creatures movements for a while now and I… I don’t know if we’d even be able to afford it.”
Tristan sighed and returned to his meal. His father’s brow furrowed. “Isolde, you should let your father worry about these sorts of things.”
Her eyes fell, her spoon tapping against the plate. “He’s… He can’t.”
Eli’s voice softened. “He can’t?”
“He’s… been ill for a while now.” The rest of the table fell quiet, the gentle scrape of metal against treated clay silenced. She continued, nervous. “The… the Doctor has been treating him almost since he arrived and… some days are better than others, naturally, but most days are bad.”
A collection of isolated events came together in Tristan’s mind. Isolde’s melancholy about his father’s blindness, her sudden desire to become leader of the community and prepare herself for being mayor, her puffy eyes that one day at school, her excitement at the prospect of opening the village’s borders. He regarded her, her hands quivering, her nose red, eyes glassy. An epiphany began to crystallize in his heart: every person led a life that he could barely imagine, haunted by just as many issues as he.
And, unfortunately, I don’t have the word obsess in my WIP, though confronted with this knowledge, I may want to use it now. There are plenty of characters that might have an obsession, or appear to be obsessed with something or someone.
I don’t know that many people to tag, but uh… lessee…
@dragon-swords-prophecies@the-finch-address@enchanted-lightning-aes@athenixrose@master-duncan@n1ghtcrwler
Your words will be linger, curve, spite, lace which I chose completely randomly from a random word generator.
You are, of course, not obligated to participate. I hope that the notification at least brings you some happiness. :3
