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carlyhiebner.bsky.social
Another #WIPSnips from an incomplete book 2 of ✨The Annora Project✨ #writesky #writingcommujity #writingprompts

Cael might be the jokester of the group, but he’s also one heck of an engineer.

Fynn’s POV—
I don’t blame the woman, Nora’s clothes hang so loosely on her petite frame, it’s like she borrowed them from a giant. She’s going to need the extra fuel to build up her strength—not that I plan on letting her fight. When this is all over, it might kill me, but I’ll help her go back. If that’s what she wants. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping she’d choose to stay here with me. “Ah. Nevermind. Your girl’s here I see.” Cael gives me a look, practically shoveling the rice into his mouth. “Sorry, what did you say? It’s hard to decipher between the sounds you make when you eat and actual conversation.” “Oh pardon me.” He snorts, dabbing his napkin ceremonially at the corners of his mouth like he has some semblance of manners. “I said, how did our girl do at training today? I figured you were watching her like a hawk, so…” “Our girl?” “Yeah, I have a feeling Annora and I are going to be besties. She actually laughs at my jokes, unlike some people I know.” Exhaling loudly, I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Cael was my first friend, after Zane and I… And I know he’d never try to take Nora from me, but jealousy threatens to bubble over when she sits down next to him, directly in front of me. The ridiculous grin on his face tells me he knows I’m pissed, and he’s here for it. “There she is! First training session, and lookie here” —He gently grips her chin, turning her face both to the right and the left as he inspects it— “she’s fully intact. Not even a scratch!” Glaring, I grip the table, white-knuckled, until he finally stops touching her. He smirks when she laughs, shaking her head as a pink blush tints her cheeks. He may be my best friend, but this idiot is looking to face me first on the training mat tomorrow. Maybe a few punches will wipe that smug look off his face.
November 13, 2025 at 1:18 PM
jlizhill.bsky.social
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“Sir, please listen. And keep your voice down. I don’t think you want this getting out. It’s why I didn’t mention it on the phone and wanted to talk out here. I’m not sure you’ll want Kathian to hear this either. Not yet at least.” He took a deep breath. “We weren’t guarding Kathian, so we didn’t see anything that happened. We got woken up by the shaking, both of us.” “What shaking?” “Well, at least it wasn’t felt throughout the building.” Bransen sighed with a touch of relief. “The entire floor quaked. Not just once, and every time it happened, it got stronger. Finally, I came out into the hall to try to figure out what was going on. I came here to check on Kathian, in case the shaking spooked them. But when I got in here, and saw the state of things, I figured this was the epicenter. And then I found them unable to move, half off the bed, their bedroom as you saw it. I smelled their blood and I knew. I just knew they were the source of it all. It’s too big a coincidence.” Jehani forgot to breathe for a moment. It couldn’t be. “You don’t think… But they’re a mortal. Mortals almost never figure out they even have magic unless someone turns them.” “True. But think about what they just went through. They were drugged, paralyzed. They were scared. Can you think of a better recipe for inducing someone to use latent magic?”
March 30, 2025 at 3:29 AM
nillcord.bsky.social
Still working on this section, In which our heroine's mind connects, sort of, with her past.

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March 25, 2025 at 4:12 PM