DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
5 November 2023
“Tell them. They’re your friends. They have a right to know.”
At his words, Fera’s hands clenched tight. Kyra’s own stomach twisted,, but she never took her eyes off of Fera. For several long moments, no one spoke.
When Fera finally did speak, her voice cracked. “I… Even if everything goes well, I… I won’t be coming back.”
1 October 2023
“You’ve not even seen the woman in action. Don’t you trust your little saintess’s judgment at all?” Fera protested, but the man ignored her. “Look at the way the woman carries herself. Ten gold says she’d be able to take any one of your people.”
A familiar feral grin spread across Kyra’s face. “Sounds fun. Care to test me, Captain?”
Fera muttered, “Oh, pickles.” Kyra pretended she hadn’t heard her.
21 September 2023 part 2
Kyra’s hands tightened on her belt, and she forced herself to breath slowly and keep calm. “Are you implying I am not as good as my word?”
The templar shrugged. “It is well known that a mercenary’s loyalties lie with the highest bidder. And while I doubt the demon king would be making any viable offers, there are some less-than-reputable nobles who might be willing to pay a veritable fortune to keep the saintess under their thumb. I’m just saying, a more trustworthy and reputable entourage–”
11 August 2023
“So, let me get this straight. If I go with you, act as your bodyguard, you’ll give me a chance to punch that son of a bitch demon king in the face, yeah?”
Fera shrugged. “More or less.”
A positively feral grin formed on Kyra’s face. “Then count me in.”
10 August 2023
Kyra woke with a splitting headache. That wasn’t really a surprise, though.
A young blonde watched her expectantly from beside the bed. That very much was.
What the hell happened last night?
9 August 2023
The young man frowned, and his followers stepped in behind Fera. “I don’t think you understand how dangerous the city can be, saintess. Much less the demon realm.”
Well, pickles. Why did every member of the nobility expect her to just agree with whatever they said? Common-born or not, she was the saintess, wasn’t she?