Sorceress Apprentice: A New Fantasy

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A New Fantasy
For the Merry Month of Masturbation challenge,  a condensed snippet from my WiP, Sorceress Apprentice, in which Bryony pleasures herself.
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Sorceress Apprentice micro fic (2)

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The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five more fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.

Secret
“There were few secrets between us,” Emeri said, and Bryony again thought of how his closeness to his sister mirrored her bond with Kerine, and the agony of the separation he’d endured for so long that far outweighed the few weeks she would be parted from her sister.

Music
Bryony loved to listen to Emeri play the lyre, and she appreciated how it could be a distraction for him from his melancholy, losing himself in the notes and only as the tune finished remembering where he was or even that she was here with him and he was no longer alone.

Gift
“I know you don’t like it when I give you expensive things,” Emeri said hesitantly, gesturing to the family heirloom he had loaned her and recalling how Bryony had once accused him of trying to pay her for her affection which was freely given, “but I would dearly love for you to keep this necklace for it suits you, and I can think of no-one I would rather give it to.”

Roses
Bryony knew roses were often given as love tokens, adored their sweet scent and varied colours, but now she learnt of their many uses in magical workings and practical applications, rose hips, rose buds, and petals all having numerous purposes.

Whirlpool
Bryony dreamt of water, a rushing river, a whirlpool, the sea; her element was air and yet it seemed Emeri was right that water too called to her and that she might be a weather witch, a storm sorceress.

 

Sorceress Apprentice micro fic

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The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.

Happiness
Bryony stared up at the cloudless sky; she was full of food and wine, the sun was warm and the breeze gentle, the blanket was soft beneath her and Emeri was asleep alongside her, and she was happy.

Dancing
It was her childhood dream, long put aside, but now she was to dance the ritual dance with the sorcerer himself in front of the whole village, and Bryony was overwhelmed at the chance, yet afraid she might embarrass herself or, worse, Emeri.

Hyper
She was too anxious, too excited, too overwrought to sleep, for the magic was still humming in her blood.

Candles
She used a match to light the candles on the dining table for fire magic was not her element, and with her inexperience she thought she could do something terrible like set the tablecloth ablaze if she attempted to light them with a spell.

First Kiss
He gave her a look of longing and impulsively Bryony leaned in before she could doubt herself and pressed her lips to his.

Sorceress Apprentice Excerpts

There are a lot of posts, articles, and prompts asking about themes and characters in you WiPs. For my WiP Sorceress Apprentice there are a number of themes and motifs. One of the important features of the novel is sibling bonds, both between protagonist Bryony and her sister, Kerine, and Emeri and his sister, Sabrina. While the romance between Bryony and Emeri is at the heart of the novel, the sibling bonds are a vital part of the book.
I find that in too many books and TV shows the sibling bonds are often tossed aside in favour of, or overshadowed by, the protagonist’s sexual partner. I didn’t want that to be the case here. Here are some excerpts illustrating the depth of the sibling bonds in SA – please remember that this a WiP so there’ll be further editing in the future.

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interlude: Stitches

Ficlet set pre WiP Sorceress Apprentice. 353 words. Bryony sews a dress for a customer. No warnings apply.

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Interlude: stitching

Bryony stitched the seam of the dress with quick, efficient motions, her needle like a tiny silver sword piercing the dark velvet fabric. It reminded her of a painting she’d once seen, a school of dolphins dipping up from beneath the water’s surface before their graceful curved bodies disappeared beneath the waves once more.

She’d never seen the sea in person, let alone a dolphin, but she longed to. Yet the ocean was so very far away and she was just a seamstress without the means to pay for such a journey, let alone anywhere to stay to enjoy the scenery for a time.

The woman who would wear this dress could afford the journey. She’d made the order at the market Bryony and her sister, Kerine, had visited, their stalls set up side by side, the seamstress and the woodworker. These commissions were vital, the markets essential parts of finding customers.

The woman who’d chosen the design, picking the example dress Bryony had hanging from a rack showing the current popular styles, was taller and thinner than Bryony, her face and hair pale unlike Bryony’s dark looks, a noble beauty wearing jewels that sparkled in the sun. She’d handled the material samples with fingers that had never stitched or chopped wood or peeled vegetables, her skin as soft as the velvet she chose.

“I will wear it when we visit Greyville,” the woman said, naming a coastal town. “Lord Anders is holding a ball to celebrate the equinox.”

Bryony had said the right things, named her price and had it accepted without any haggling, taken measurements, and received a small deposit. This dress would be striking, low-cut, high-waisted, and flowing to mid-calf. The gold embroidery and seed pearls would draw attention to the cleavage. It would suit her client and hopefully impress the other guests at the ball.

What Bryony wouldn’t give to see the sea just once! But it was a ridiculous dream and so she poured her longing into her work, the needle threading its way through the material with ease and skill, the dress taking shape with every stitch.