Meanderings of a Fandom Magpie

....and off for editing \o/ It turned out to be 43 pages long, which beats the longest chapter in "The Ability to Stop" by about three pages. Whew. :)

I also have a headache.

These things may not be coincidental. XD

But in other good news? I'm going to see "Captain Marvel" tomorrow.

Here's today's edition of Six Sentence Sunday, from the last section of Chapter Nine of "The Ability to Stop."

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T’Challa slept beside her, warm and very deeply asleep. Nakia smiled; she doubted he’d had much rest lately. She rose from their bed and dressed. There were the morning prayers to be performed, but Nakia was not particularly devout and Wakanda’s gods had never been the type to demand unconditional obedience anyway. But there was the ancestral altar, and she winced, thinking of how she hadn’t been able to be there for T’Chaka’s funeral--- T’Chaka, who had accepted her fully as his third daughter. Bast, but she missed him.

She washed her face and her hands, activating the small candle on the altar that flickered to life with a holographic flame. “I am sorry,” she murmured. “I should have been there. I should have---” her voice choked on the words.

Chapter Nine is now 24 pages long, which means (I think) that I'm about 2/3 of the way of it being done. (My chapter average between 25-40 pages long on average, and I've got one section left once I finish my current one.)

So, progress! WOOT! :D

..because this is all the fault of Girlbookwrm. ;-)

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Ramonda had other plans, including meeting (for herself) the captain and the sergeant. The first was to dispense with the rest of her guard.

Ayo, of course, was dismayed. “But my queen---” Ramonda smiled. She had known this one as a babe in her mother’s womb, had watched her grow and become the fiercest of warriors. “Ayo, there are things I wish to do, and your presence will make that difficult.”

“You could observe them at any time,” Ayo protested. “You don’t need to risk your safety.”

“There is no risk,” Ramonda assured her. “The captain is sparring now with some of your fellow Dora, and the sergeant is with Shuri and her guard in her laboratory. Where is my risk?”

Ayo allowed herself to look mollified. “You will permit me to escort you to the training grounds, at least.”

Ramonda nodded. “I will. Then you will…take a walk for an hour or so while I converse with the captain.” She inclined her head, but the guard was not fully happy with the situation, Ramonda knew. “Ayo,” she said softly. “There are some things I must do, to know for myself what kind of man the captain and his friend are.”

Ayo raised her eyebrows delicately. “His…friend?”

Wakandan was a language with many complex ways of making a singular point. “You think they are something…more,” Ramonda stated.

“See them, and you will understand,” Ayo replied dryly. “If they are only friends, I’ll eat Okoye’s spear.”