#afallon

Today I was thinking about my character and her "I want", and I realised I never really defined it. Well, I did, but it never was more than a passing thought. But upon further reflection, that is the entire crux of the story. If what she wants is something she discovers she can have, and the rest of the story is obstacles stopping her from getting that thing, it just writes itself.

Every single issue—and I do mean every single one, major or minor—that I was having with my story has been completely fixed!

The manuscript will require some major rewrites, and I have to rework my outline, but the first draft was only ever getting it to exist on paper anyway.

Some of my flightrising ocs in order

Hyacinthe, god of flora

Nyfin, god of the arts

Afallon, god of illness and disease

Wraith, ferryman of the dead

Heyo! I finished my first draft of my current WIP! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

This story fought me so hard, but I fought harder and won!

Thanks to @sheabutterskyes & @hyba for tagging me to find: touch, skill, shudder, escape.

From Afallon:

Skill

The first time she'd seen him, he'd been sketching a little butterfly that fluttered from grass stalk to grass stalk, blue, with hints of green, and even though his pencils were only in shades of grey, he'd managed to accurately convey the tiny creature's beauty. Other drawings of animals—mostly insects—populated his sketchbooks, and Brom's attention to detail had drawn Candi closer each time. She wondered, that his hands could possess such skill.

Shudder

Oxygen came to her in shuddery gulps, and her heart felt worn, tired like she'd run a marathon.

Escape They passed the next half an hour listening to Mr. Arthur's stories while throwing a stick for Bernadette, utterly enthralled by all the daring escapes and close calls their across-the-street neighbour had had.

Touch

“My curls,” Candi whispering, too shocked at the process to react. She reached a hand up to touch the somewhat straightened strands, surprised to feel that her hair was still soft. Thank providence she'd lathered in a good amount of leave-in conditioner just the other day. It must have acted as a heat protectant.

(I've fallen down Natural Hair Youtube in the last 2 years and this is what's come of it 😂)

New Words:

Clumsy, Steadfast, Puce, Separate

I was tagged by @akindofmagictoo to find: style, together, twist, tilt. Thanks!

From Afallon:

Style

Her hair was still in the braids from the day before, and the style was too pretty—and had taken too long—for her to want to take it down, so she spritzed some water and conditioner into it, tied a cute scarf around her head and went down to the kitchen.

Together

“Suburbs?” Brom said the word like he was tasting something unusual.

“It's kind of, an in-between place, between a city and the countryside. Everyone's houses are closer together, but there's enough space to never speak to your neighbours if you don't want to. At least, if you live in a place without a homeowner's association.”

Twist

Thick coils of braided hair were piled high atop the woman's head, twisting in intricate styles before dropping onto her shoulders and spilling past her back. A thin gold circlet adorned the shining braids, and rings decorated the slim fingers holding the horse's reins.

This was the queen.

Tilt

They were so close now their breaths mingled, and Candi closed her eyes on an exhale, tilting her face up slightly.

New Words: Ruin, Apart, Gold, Straighten

I was tagged by @ratracechronicler @catharticallysarcastic & @zmwrites Thanks! :)

From Afallon:

Ana clucked her tongue. “We'll see what the queen says.”

For context, Ana has been assigned as Candi's personal guard while she's on Afallon. :)

I was challenged to find: Blue, Smooth, Scare, & Scratch by @sheabutterskyes & @akindofmagictoo Thanks!

From Afallon:

Blue

"People live up there, in outer space," Candi said, looking up as if she could see the stars that lay beyond the blue.

Smooth

The walls and floor were inlaid with smooth, swirling marble blocks, polished and gleaming.

Scared

"I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going crazy. I'm scared that someone is out there, hunting me, I'm--"

Scratches

Weeds and vines covered the entrance she was attempting to break through and Candi found herself covered by scratches as she fought them all aside.