This draft is now just over 11k.
I had lots of fun writing this week, probably the most fun I’ve had writing in months. I’ve been working toward the first appearance of dragons and I am probably getting to it first thing next week.
Here is a short excerpt:
“Who are you?” one of the naims with the same blue hair and eyes as Halvar.
“Cyrus?”
The naim looked down at Halvar, his eyes opened in shock. “Halvar? You aren’t due back yet.” The naim knelt down across from Aaron examining the wound. “Take a breath, I’m going to pull the shard out and bind it. Lonan!” Cyrus turned to one of the other naims, this one was young with red irises and streaks in his hair. His eyes were unsettling despite the earnest expression of them. “Send ahead on the relay, we need a healer to meet us on the way.”
“Understood.”
“You might wanna bite something.” Cyrus said as he grasped the shard of ice.
“Bite what?” Halvar yelled, just before a scream tore from him as Cyrus pulled the ice clear.
“Barloc, make me a bandage.” Cyrus spoke calmly as Halvar went limp.
“Ray!” Zuriel moved to Halvar’s face, smacking him on the cheek.
“He passed out. Leave him be, this is going to hurt a while longer.” He cut away Halvar’s shirt and made two pack bandages from it. “What in the world are you wearing, Halvar?”
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