Day 10! Working hard once again! This week will truly be the hardest one to complete my writing goals. Between my day job, being social with my friends (Necessary for one like me, who only talks to 7-year-olds during the day) and actually sleeping, it’s hard to carve out time to write. However, I foresee a greater chance of actually reaching my goals this weekend (Plus I’m trying to keep my buffer intact as much as possible. 20,000 words tonight here we come!) Today’s snipped is from Alexandros. I’m already to Chapter 6, and we’re revisiting what’s happening to our erstwhile Airship Captain.
He came to, the rhythmic bounce of a horse’s hooves over dry ground. Head spinning, he tried to gain his bearings in a world covered by a black cloth. The harsh sounds of Mongolian filtered into his ears. What is going on? Where am I? He tried to swallow, feeling the bone-dryness of his mouth. Instead, Alexandros coughed. Moments later, the cloth was removed. A waterskin was placed to his lips. Someone lifted his head enough for him to take a drink. For a moment, it was as though he had never tasted water before. He drank deeply, pausing only to take ragged, dust-choked breaths, before drinking again.
“Be careful, you might get sick.” Latin! Common Latin! He rejoiced at hearing his mother tongue. His vision was still blurry, even with the cloth removed. “Just wait a while longer, sir. Once we take a break, we’ll help you down.” Unable to ask his burning questions, Alexandros thought about what had happened. We were holding the rearguard, then we turned to run and… something hit me. Mentally, he checked his body for injuries. Other than a still-spinning head, he felt no single source of pain or injury. Head wound, for certain. He self-diagnosed. Soon after, the lulling motion of the horse had sent him back to sleep.
(dun Dun DUNNNNNN)