It’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.
WiP: Sorceress Apprentice
“Sir,” the mayor said, approaching Emeri. “Would you do us the honour?”
“It would be my pleasure,” Emeri said. “If Bryony wishes.”
“Me?” Bryony felt the world spin, grasped for stability using every trick she’d learnt these past weeks. She and Emeri, dance the fire dance? This was something she’d dreamt of, of being the Festival’s Queen, of dancing with The Sorcerer, of being The Sorcerer’s Queen.
It was too much. A dream wasn’t supposed to be real. What if wasn’t like her fantasies, what if she trod in the fire, she wasn’t that great a dancer, what if she embarrassed herself, what if she embarrassed Emeri, what if –
“Who else?” Emeri asked, his hand still outstretched.
She swallowed, placed her hand in his. He gave her a warm smile as he closed his fingers over hers. He understood how much it meant to her.
They made their way to the ritual fire and there was a smattering of applause and then silence as they took their places.