So, I have to say, I had a terrible mix up and the holidays I posted for yesterday are in fact today… I guess I Forgot to double check!!! *grins* Oh well, happens to the best of us I am sure!
After a fun filled day of writing, ok, I lie… I totally didn’t really write much today, I did finally manage to write a scene that I have been putting off since I first started writing this story. A scene that I didn’t think I could write, but you know what? I did and it actually turned out pretty good! I am sorry, but you will have to take my word for it, because sadly it is too much of a spoiler for me to share here! But, there might just be something I can share with you, I mean… you are the ones who shooed me off to camp right?
So here it is for your reading pleasure, a small teaser from Mo Thuras:
Walking over to the window to the Docking Bay Office I murmur to the clerk, “Melody Joy, docking Mo Thuras on Bay Seven.”
Something flashes in his eyes, mixed with the startled expression that moves across his face, too quick for me to figure out what it was. I just know it was there. Some thought he did not want me to know, moving behind his eyes. Taking obvious care to neutralize whatever he was thinking he speaks up. “Melody, it has been a while. Your papers are all in order, how long you plan to stay in port?” He asks me, his voice reverberating slightly through the large station.
I wince; sure everyone in the station heard my name. The young man is familiar to me, but does not seem to be jumping to the fore. While I am sure we went to school together, his name eludes me at the moment. “Not long, only a few days. I am swinging through to see my parents. Time to share the successes of my first journey out. It will be nice to see them, not to mention see some familiar surroundings. Space outside of the contained and confined spaces of my ship.” I grin at him. “Have to get back out there though. As Da says, ‘being in port doesn’t make money, doesn’t pay the bills’,” I finish with his favorite saying.
“Have a safe time in port.” It looks as if there is something else he would like to say… some other thoughts rolling through his mind. Peeking out through his eyes, teasing me with more questions. It is as if, not knowing what to say, he just gives the standard port farewell, instead of giving voice to what he is feeling.Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead.
It does not matter what port you are in, all Mail Banks look alike. The walls here at home a drab gray tone that looks like all the color has been wrung out of it. Color is the only difference I noticed when going to different Mail Banks. Like the scents of different ports, the only thing that makes them unique.
Glancing up from her desk, Mandy looks at me rather startled. The strange looks appear to be adding up today. Self-consciously I put my hand up to my hair, it feels smooth and in place. I wonder if there is something on me as I run my tongue along my teeth. As I clear my throat to ask what is wrong she jumps up.
“Melody, how wonderful you stopped in. You have been out a long while; let me go get your package.” She bustles into the back room, coming back out with a smallish package in her hands. “Here you go dear,” she says handing me the package. “This thing seems to have been just about everywhere. Safe journeys to you,” she finishes in a rush. Almost like she is dismissing me and does not want to chit chat.
Distracted by the package now in my hands any questions I had fled my mind.
Word Count: 130 Scene: Máthair Dies Time Spent: 15 minutes