Quotidian n° 103 – The new layout of things

Hello dear readers!

I hope you are doing well!

I am doing quite fine myself on this beautiful day, I have been writing things and changing the layout of the site today and this past few weeks, you may have noticed a few changes but, just for the sake of being as clear as possible, here is what’s new on Tales of Ore:

Firstly, as you may have noticed, I have been mainly posting poetry recently (as I said in the previous Quotidian), I am feeling quite inspired by this type of writing right now so that is what I am focusing on at the moment. It’s a very interesting exercise, very useful to get better at saying things in beautiful and not too long way, it forces you to find roundabout solutions and learn new vocabulary! so, yeah, it’s fun. Plus you seem to like it too so I’m really happy! (Got lots of likes for the poems I posted which is awesome, I’m really proud to see that my writings are enjoyed! Thank you!)

But. Yes, always the but. Fear not! As I said in the last Quotidian, I have also been working on my other projects at the same time, like Tales of Ore which is slowly (actually veeery slowly) taking form again in my mind and which I will share when I feel that it is ready enough. Or also, for those who are interested, Echoes of Power, which I promised to update soon a number of days ago already. I have been working on it and I feel that I have almost solved the ‘date ending’ problem (I know I said that last time but this time I swear it is really true!) so I should be able to post the next parts of the story very very (very!) soon!

However, that is not all! As you surely have noticed if you come by from time to time, the layout of the menu at the top of the site and the global layout of the site has changed a bit. I have been reorganizing things to make it more clear and easier to understand and navigate. For example, I have created a page that regroups all the poems I have written and published on the website, which you can find here, and a page doing the same for all the short stories/texts/essays (if you can call them that) that I have written, you can find that here. (By the way, I have rediscovered a few of them I had completely forgotten and had not tagged with anything, which was kind of a nice surprise because I really find them cool [not saying that to make you want to go take a look or anything, no no…])

The second main change that I have been making is to start adding the content I have been creating in French. As you can see, most of the main pages are now both in English and in French, which is done in order to make it easier for my French-speaking readers, but you, foreign speakers, can also enjoy them if you want to, it’s not restricted in the least! The main example of that is for the story Tales of Ore that I am rewriting in French under the title of Récits d’Ore that you can find here. This is the version I will be mainly working on from now on, I might update the English one from time to time but I am focusing more on Echoes of Power as the story I’m writing in English.

So, yeah, these are the biggest changes that have been going lately though in the near future I am going to also take a look at all the things I have posted/published here to try to update the information that is not up to date anymore (like my bio, which needs to be refreshed a little) or the main page which I might change a little because it doesn’t exactly fit what I wan to do anymore. So yeah, more changes to come in the future, all for the best I hope.

So, in the meantime, if you have any remarks, questions or any comment of any sort to make about anything here (whether it is positive or negative) you can just post a comment or contact me via the dedicated page, either on social medias or via the contact form. I am always open to criticism and praise! *haha*

Anyways, that is all for today, I hope you enjoy your stay here and you have a good time!

See you later ‘gators!

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Ombre & Plumes – 2 – Carmen

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D’ombre et de plumes

2

Carmen


L’agitation des quartiers portuaires se dissipait petit à petit à mesure que Thrista avançait dans les rues d’Eneleïa ; le quartier est vers lequel il se dirigeait était comparativement beaucoup plus calme. Seuls quelques passants s’y baladaient tranquillement. Cela s’expliquait par le fait que la partie est de la ville était principalement composée d’habitations et de résidences ce qui avait pour effet de n’attirer que très peu les touristes. L’adolescent aperçut quelques locaux en train de décorer le bord des rues et les façades des bâtiments de draps et de fleurs aux multiples couleurs. Cela contrastait avec la clarté des murs qu’ils recouvraient, ces derniers étant majoritairement marron ou blanc-beige dépendamment qu’ils soient en pierre ou en bois. Thrista savait que les habitants profitaient de ce moment de répit et de calme pour se préparer à la tempête qui allait venir avec le début du festival deux jours plus tard. Lui même avait décidé de revenir quelques jours avant pour se donner le temps de flâner dans les rues alors que celles-ci étaient encore relativement peu en proie à l’agitation. Il pouvait cependant déjà sentir la tension qui montait à l’approche de la célébration du mariage princier, tous attendaient l’annonce du début des trois jours de célébration pour se laisser aller à la joie et à l’ivresse. Il passa par l’une des nombreuses rues secondaires, déjà peu fréquentées par les locaux et encore moins par les touristes, et se retrouva devant une petite bâtisse faite de bois et dont l’enseigne usée par le temps mais toujours bien lisible indiquait le nom : En Carménie.
Malgré sa taille peu imposante, encore réduite par les deux hautes résidences s’élevant de chaque côté, la réputation de l’établissement n’avait rien à envier aux autres auberges. Elle était réputée chez les connaisseurs comme l’une des meilleurs du coin, une des perles cachées d’Eneleïa grâce à popularité de son plat spécial préparé par la patronne elle même. Un excellent minestrone avec courgettes, carottes, pâtes, viandes hachées et quelques dizaines d’épices et autres ingrédients gardés secret. Cette seule pensée du jeune homme suffit à lui mettre l’eau à la bouche, cela faisait tellement longtemps qu’il n’avait pas goûté à la cuisine de Carmen. C’est là que Thrista comptait loger le temps de son séjour car il connaissait bien la patronne, une petite bonne femme approchant de la cinquantaine et dont les cheveux couleur rouille commençaient tout juste à grisonner. C’était l’endroit où il avait séjourné à chaque passage dans la ville portuaire avec son père et il en gardait d’excellents souvenirs. C’était aussi là qu’il avait passé ses quelques jours avant de quitter le continent au début de son périple. Le jeune homme se dirigea donc droit vers l’enseigne au fougueux cheval de noir et de blanc qui semblait avoir été repeinte depuis la dernière fois. Les rideaux étaient tirés aux fenêtres, signe que l’établissement ne rouvrirait qu’au prochain repas, mais il poussa la porte sans la moindre hésitation et entra. Il ne fut pas surpris de voir la pièce déserte, par une journée pareille et à ce moment de l’après midi il était tout à fait normal de n’y trouver personne : tout bon touriste s’était déjà éclipsé depuis un moment. Il salua tout de même dans le vide, plus pour signaler sa présence à quiconque serait dans l’arrière cuisine que pour s’introduire réellement, mais fut surpris d’entendre une voix familière lui répondre du fond de la salle.
« Bienvenue à vous, entrez, entrez ! Je suis à vous tout de suite ! »
Thrista n’avait pas eu le temps de s’habituer à la pénombre mais dès qu’il entendit la voix il ne put s’empêcher de sourire. Nul besoin de ses yeux pour savoir qui venait de lui répondre. Il s’avança et dut attendre d’être au milieu de la pièce avant que ses yeux ne se soient entièrement habitués à l’espèce de pénombre qui y régnait pour apercevoir la petite silhouette penchée au dessus d’une table.
« Bonjour ! s’exclama-t-il à nouveau, toujours en souriant. Je ne t’avais pas vu Carmen, je croyais qu’il n’y avait plus personne. C’est fou, j’ai l’impression que rien n’a changé depuis la dernière fois !
– Ah ! Oui, je suis désolé pour l’obscurité. Je profite de l’absence momentanée de tout le monde pour faire un peu de ménage et je ne supporte pas de le faire avec le soleil qui me tape dessus. En plus il fait une de ses chaleurs aujourd’hui ! On est bien mieux à l’intérieur, répondit-elle tout en continuant de s’affairer sur la table qu’elle s’efforçait de faire reluire. Mais, nous connaissons nous ?, demanda-t-elle enfin en relevant la tête en souriant, l’air satisfait.
– Eh bien ? Tu ne te souviens pas de moi ? Remarque cela fait un moment que l’on ne s’est pas vu, concéda le jeune homme. »
La dénommée Carmen s’approcha alors de plus près pour l’observer, elle resta ainsi à le regarder, les sourcils froncés par dessus ses yeux gris, pendant quelques secondes. Le sourire du jeune homme s’agrandit lentement alors qu’il attendait que la patronne de l’auberge le reconnaisse enfin. Il avait bien changé depuis la dernière fois, plus grand d’au moins dix bon centimètres, les épaules plus larges, ses cheveux sombres avaient poussé, ils lui arrivaient à présent au milieu des oreilles alors qu’il les avait toujours gardé très courts auparavant. Bref il était presque méconnaissable. Presque, car la femme fronça soudain les sourcils.
« Tes yeux…, murmura-t-elle, oui ! Je m’en souviens ! Thrista ! Mes dieux ! Je ne t’avais pas reconnu ! Comme tu as changé… Combien de temps cela fait-il ? Un an ? Deux peut-être ? », demanda-t-elle alors que son sourire, disparut au profit d’un froncement de sourcil un moment auparavant, reparaissait à présent.
– C’est bien moi, acquiesça le jeune homme, toujours le sourire aux lèvres.
– Mes dieux, cela fait tellement longtemps…, murmura Carmen avant de franchir la distance les séparant en quelques pas et de le prendre dans ses bras.  »
Malgré sa petite taille la quinquagénaire possédait une force hors du commun, cela, couplé à un caractère et une volonté de fer, lui permettait de toujours parvenir à ses fins. Thrista eu un instant le souffle coupé mais lui rendit ensuite son embrassade avec joie, heureux de la retrouver après tout ce temps. Dès sa première visite à Eneleïa avec son père, ce dernier lui avait présenté l’aubergiste, une vieille connaissance à lui, et le jeune homme s’était attaché à cette bonne femme au caractère bien trempé mais à la gentillesse sans pareille. Visiblement l’attachement avait eu lieu dans les deux sens car Thrista vit une larme rouler sur la joue parsemée de taches de rousseur de l’aubergiste alors que celle-ci le relâchait enfin. Elle lui fit un sourire avant de se retourner pour se moucher légèrement et essuyer sa joue.
« Comment m’as-tu reconnu aussi vite ?, demanda-t-il alors, curieux de savoir car le jeune homme espérait pouvoir la faire marcher un peu plus longtemps avant de lui dire.
– Ce sont tes yeux, répondit-elle en se tournant à nouveau vers lui, tu as beau avoir grandi, tu as toujours le même regard que ton père quand il était jeune. »
Thrista acquiesça à nouveau. Elle n’était pas la première à lui dire qu’il ressemblait à son paternel.
« Tu sais, reprit Carmen avant qu’il n’ouvre la bouche, je pensais vraiment que tu courrais à ta perte en voulant partir aussi loin… Tu n’étais qu’un enfant, trop jeune pour ce genre de choses… Mais apparemment je me trompais, puisque te voila revenu en pleine forme ! »
Le jeune homme pu voir l’éclair d’inquiétude qui passa dans l’œil de la patronne de l’auberge et imagina aisément tout le souci qu’elle avait pu se faire pour lui, aussi fit-il un grand sourire. Ce périple n’avait en effet pas toujours été simple, au contraire, il avait fait face à des situations dangereuses plus d’une fois, mais il était revenu sain et sauf et, il l’espérait, plus fort. C’était tout ce qu’elle avait besoin de savoir.
« Oui. J’ai eu la chance de voyager en bonne compagnie, dit-il en posant sur l’épaule de l’aubergiste une main rassurante.
– Tant mieux alors. »
Carmen sursauta soudain, semblant se souvenir de quelque chose d’important.
« Que je suis bête ! Je ne t’ai toujours rien proposé ! Je suis là à discuter avec toit depuis tout à l’heure et je ne remplis même pas mon rôle d’hôtesse… s’exclama-t-elle en se donnant une légère tape sur la tête. Veux-tu quelque chose à manger ? Tu dois être affamé après ce long voyage…
– Ne t’inquiète pas, les repas étaient très bon à bord du Leikan ! répondit Thrista avec un petit sourire. Mais je t’avouerai que je ne suis pas contre un petite collation, si tu as quelque chose de simple bien sur ! ajouta-t-il immédiatement, ne voulant pas la faire se déplacer pour rien.
– Bien sur mon choux ! s’exclama Carmen en lui adressant un clin d’œil avant de se diriger vers la cuisine, j’ai toujours quelque chose pour toi ! Oh ! Et assied toi où tu veux, j’en ai pour deux minutes. »
Thrista ne répondit pas mais s’installa à une table non loin, posant sa besace et sa cape à ses pieds et profitant de l’absence de l’aubergiste pour jeter un regard à son établissement. L’auberge paraissait minuscule de l’extérieur mais une fois à l’intérieur elle dégageait, grâce à son aménagement intelligent et efficace, une impression d’immensité. Plusieurs chandeliers pendaient du plafond haut, loin au dessus de la tête, aucune cloison ne venait entraver la vue des clients, seules quelques énormes poutres en chêne massif soutenaient le tout de ci de là. On aurait dit l’intérieur d’une église faite de bois au lieu de pierre. Thrista entendit Carmen siffler depuis l’arrière cuisine et ne put empêcher un petit rire. Cela lui rappelait de nombreux et bons souvenirs. Peu avait changé depuis son dernier passage, la seule différence qu’il pouvait apercevoir était le nombre de tables qui avait légèrement augmenté et l’apparence de la salle, tout semblait comme neuf. L’adolescent savait cela du à la grande attention que l’aubergiste prenait à astiquer, rénover et conserver son mobilier mais il ne pouvait s’empêcher d’être impressionné. Son ventre grommelait son insatisfaction lorsqu’il aperçut la petite femme revenir vers lui les bras chargés d’un large plat recouvert de nourriture.
« Ne t’inquiète pas, c’était sur le feu et le reste je l’ai pris dans les placards, rien de bien compliqué. Je comptais moi-même manger de toute façon, expliqua-t-elle avant que le jeune homme en puisse protester. »
Thrista se contenta donc d’accepter silencieusement, préférant ne pas énerver son hôte en protestant car il la savait extrêmement persuasive quand elle le voulait. Il se servit donc de la viande grillée dans une assiette et commença à la déguster. Il mangèrent un moment en silence, le jeune homme piquant dans tous les plats disposés devant lui, mangeant des biscuits secs, des légumes, de la viande, des fruits et du fromage avec grand plaisir et grand appétit. Carmen elle dégustait une soupe à ce que Thrista pouvait dire et semblait grandement l’apprécier. Le jeune homme en déduisit que ce devait être la célèbre ragoût de poisson de Wlad, le cuisinier habituel de l’établissement.
« Comment se fait-il que tu sois déjà de retour ? Je croyais que tu n’avais prévu de revenir que pour le tournoi… s’enquit enfin la patronne avec un soupir de contentement en reposant son bol vide sur la table.
– A vrai dire j’ai changé d’avis, commença-t-il en prenant une dernière bouchée de son morceau de viande, au cours de mon voyage j’ai eu l’occasion de voir d’innombrables choses et de rencontrer de nombreuses personnes. J’ai appris énormément, seul mais aussi avec des compagnons de voyage que j’ai pu rencontrer. Mais je crois que lorsque j’ai appris pour le mariage j’ai réalisé qu’Ore me manquait et qu’il était temps de rentrer.
– Oh ! s’exclama Carmen avec un petit sourire en coin, ton retour n’est donc pas une simple coïncidence, tu es bien revenu pour voir la princesse !

– Oui. Répondit Thrista, tentant de ne pas rougir. Je ne pouvais pas louper ça… »
Carmen le regarda un long moment avec attention, le fixant de ses prunelles vert-de-gris, avant de sourire en hochant la tête, comme si elle approuvait silencieusement ce qu’elle venait juste de penser.
« Eh bien en tout cas, tu as bien raison ! dit-elle en prenant une gorgée de son verre d’eau. Tu ne peux pas savoir à quel point ça me fait plaisir de te revoir ! Combien de temps comptes-tu rester cette fois ? Demanda-t-elle. Le temps du mariage j’imagine.
– Oui, le temps de la célébration, acquiesça Thrista.
– Eh bien mon humble auberge t’est ouverte autant de temps que tu le souhaite, tu es le bienvenu ! s’exclama-t-elle en désignant l’établissement de la main. »
Elle se leva ensuite et, une fois s’être assurée que le jeune homme n’avait plus faim, ramena le plateau en cuisine avant de revenir presque immédiatement. Thrista s’était levé et regardait à nouveau autour de lui lorsqu’elle reparut à ses côtés.
« Viens, je vais te montrer ta chambre. Je dois en avoir une ou deux de libre au deuxième qui sont très calmes et très confortables si cela te convient.
– Tout ce que tu auras à me proposer, tu sais que je ne suis pas difficile. Et puis je me sens toujours bien ici. »
Le jeune aperçut les joues de la femme rosir légèrement à son compliment alors qu’elle passait devant lui pour le guider jusqu’à ses quartiers le temps de son séjour. Elle attrapa au passage une clé sur un large tableau de bois fixé au mur. Ce dernier était presque vide, ce qui indiquait que l’établissement était quasiment complet, pourtant tout était silencieux et le jeune homme n’avait vu personne depuis son arrivée. Il en déduit que les clients devaient soit être en train de faire la sieste soit en train de flâner dans les rues d’Eneleïa. De plus l’heure du repas n’étant pas encore arrivée, tout était et resterait calme un moment. Lorsqu’il eu fait le tour de la pièce et déposé ses affaires à côté de son lit le jeune homme redescendit dans la grande salle, fermant la porte à clé par sécurité. Il retrouva la patronne en train de nettoyer les différentes tables tout au fond de la salle.
« Tu as eu le temps de t’installer ?, demanda-t-elle en lui adressant un sourire sans s’interrompre dans sa tâche.
– Oui, merci, répondit Thrista en hochant la tête. D’ailleurs, combien te dois-je pour la chambre ? »
L’adolescent ne put même pas le temps d’insister tant le refus de l’aubergiste fut immédiat et catégorique, elle refusait de faire payer un ami de longue date qui logeait dans son établissement et il n’allait pas l’en dissuader. Thrista ne put que se résoudre à accepter la décision de la patronne avec un léger soupir, il savait qu’insister était peine perdue. Aussi préféra-t-il proposer son aide pour les tâches ménagères, ce que Carmen accepta avec plaisir après un court débat. Le jeune homme se mit donc immédiatement au travail, assistant la petite femme dans son travail. Ils discutèrent ainsi pendant les quelques heures qui suivirent, astiquant les surfaces boisées, récurant le sol et disposant les couverts sur les tables pour le repas du soir. Le jeune homme raconta à son hôte les nombreuses découvertes et rencontres qu’il avait pu faire au cours de son périple, notamment sur Simériah, terre que Carmen n’avait jamais visitée jusqu’à présent.
Lorsqu’ils s’arrêtèrent enfin la nuit tombait déjà et, à travers les fenêtres dégagées pour laisser entrer la lumière affaiblie du soleil, on pouvait apercevoir les rues commençant s’illuminer et à se remplir de curieux. Les chars, en préparations pour le défilé depuis de longues semaines déjà, étaient sur le point d’être achevés et prenaient enfin véritablement forme. De nombreux badauds venaient en observer l’apparence. Quelques clients commencèrent à affluer et Thrista aperçu Wlad qui rentrait visiblement de sa pause de l’après-midi alors qu’il montait en direction de sa chambre. Le jeune homme se résolut à aller le saluer plus tard et prit sa cape avant de se diriger vers la porte. Une fois dehors il se dirigea vers le nord de la ville, il aurait tout le temps de visiter les quartiers sud et ouest ainsi que ceux du palais lors des prochains jours. Le jeune homme préféra la tranquillité du nord de la ville au vacarme croissant dont il savait faire preuve le sud dernièrement. Cela lui permit de réfléchir à ce qu’il allait bien pouvoir faire à partir de maintenant, par où il allait commencer son voyage en terre d’Ore et quels allaient être ses objectifs à présent. Il marcha ainsi, perdu dans ses pensées, se laissant guider par ses pas, jusqu’à ce que la nuit tombe définitivement, rencontrant ici et là bateaux, guerriers géants et autres dragons faits tout de bois qui attendaient patiemment leur heure de gloire lors du défilé ayant lieu le surlendemain. Lorsque les dernières lueurs du soleil s’éteignirent derrière l’horizon il se décida à rentrer à l’auberge, la journée avait été longue et il aspirait à un bon repos avant de se lancer dans les festivités qui animeraient la ville dès l’aube.
Le jeune homme observait les étoiles en marchant et remarqua qu’une des constellations de la voûte céleste semblait briller d’un éclat plus vif que d’habitude ce qui l’étonna car il ne se souvenait pas avoir remarqué la brillance de cette étoile auparavant. Même lors des nombreuses soirées passées avec son père à observer le ciel lorsqu’il était plus jeune. Cela fit remonter une foule de souvenirs et il se rappela de ce que lui avait dit un ami et qu’il avait décidé de mettre à l’épreuve en revenant en terre d’Ore : « Il ne sert à rien d’attendre que la chance vienne à toi, il faut parfois savoir la forcer.».


Chapitre Précédent *-* Sommaire *-* Chapitre Suivant

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Récits d’Ore

Back. Not in black but from slack, which isn’t bad.

Hey. I’m back.

Well, ‘back’, that’s a cute word. I hadn’t really left in fact, but I didn’t publish anything this previous month (yup, 30 days without anything new, can you imagine that?!).

Reason was : I wanted to focus on my studies to get into the right rhythm of work for this year and I also had a lack of inspiration which resulted in a lot less motivation last month. I spent a lot of time thinking about the stories I was writing and the way I was writing them. This forced me to reconsider many of my ways of working and to realize that what I had accomplished until now, despite being big, wasn’t nearly as good as what I wanted to make at first. It discouraged me a bit, I have to admit.

Realizing what you have done for years doesn’t suit you is not a good thing, and I’ve got a slight notion of this since it also happened in my studies, it took me three years of non-motivation and unhappiness to finally admit I wanted something else. The same goes, in a way, for my stories. I am doing something I love by writing them, by putting my ideas into words but I’m not satisfied.

This resulted in two separate decisions : one, I would take a deep and long look at each of my stories and ponder whether it was worth it to continue like this or to change my ways of telling them. Two, I would rework those that really needed it from scratch and keep writing the others like I was doing it while trying to get better at doing it. It isn’t easy because I’ve put a lot of work into these stories and having to start over is very demoralizing. But it has also made me accept the fact that I can’t do something perfect on the first try, it sometimes take failing to make something good.

So here is the plan I have come up with and to which I will stick for now :

I will keep writing Echoes of Power in the same format as before, short chapters of about five hundred words, and work back on it over time as I turn these small parts into real chapters and put them online that way. It means that there will still be a chapter a day but from time to time you will also see a complete chapter, made from the aggregation of the different parts, pop up. It’ll have been reworked and will probably be a bit different, god knows I need to read what I wrote again to correct the awful mistakes I’m sure I have made. The story will continue normally however, you will get to see how the plot evolves little by little. I have begun posting again since last week so check it out if you’re interested.

About Of Shadow and Feathers now. This is a bit trickier because I have realized that the way I had written the story wasn’t what I had started with, it wasn’t how I wanted to tell it so I have to start over from scratch and it might take some time to get it back online. Plus I have decided to focus on the version in French for the moment, I’m a lot more comfortable to write it that way. It will definitely come back in English some day but not in the near future (unless you can’t live without it, in which case I’ll try to make an effort I promise!).

I have also been reviewing my other projects but for the moment none of them is ready to start being published/posted here. Plus I’ve long realized that working on multiple stories is good to overcome writer’s block but sadly it divides the time I can dedicate myself to a specific one (namely Echoes of Power and Of Shadow and Feathers), I will try to focus only on these two a bit more from now on.

As for my inspiration, don’t worry, it’s back (along with my motivation) so I will be updating quite often. All I hope is that you enjoy my ideas as much as I do when I’m writing!

Thank you for reading and see you soon, dear reader!

And here we go again.

And here we are, together once again

dancing in circles around each other

both searching, longing for one another

round and round, in a never-ending waltz.


And once again I am back dear readers!

Yes, it is true, after such a long absence, I have finally returned from the land of the not-here.

Now, let me begin by apologizing for this long, unannounced and unexplained pause on my blog. It wasn’t completely voluntary. These past two weeks haven’t been very easy on a writing point of view, at least not writing for this blog. Why? Well for three big reasons: one, the school year was beginning anew and I had to prepare myself to move to my room so much preparations to do. Two I was also working during the most part of August and I had very little motivation (if not none at all) to write during the last days because I was a bit annoyed by having to work, not that it was hard but it really wasn’t anything I wanted to be doing at that time so I spent all my free time having fun or doing interesting things, which means I didn’t think about updating the blog at all (well I did think about it to be honest, but I wanted to do other things). Three, I had a bit of a crisis in terms of inspiration; I had a few new ideas I wanted to work on (and that I have started seriously writing not very long ago), like the Halo fan fiction project that I had or the new re-writing of my first story that I really want to start over from scratch, and I really wasn’t inspired/interested in working on Echoes of Power, hence the no-update-period of the last days. So, there, you now know why I didn’t update anything at all lately and once again I apologize for that.

But enough of that, the past is in the past now and I am ever-moving toward the future! So, you might ask, what is to come in the near future? Well! First, new chapters/parts of Echoes of Power, which will resume serialization as soon as now! (More like today than immediately now but who cares…) Then, perhaps other things, I have no precise plans for the moment. Ah, perhaps the French section of the blog will finally see the light of day too as I start working on my stories in French again, I’m hesitant to post the old versions of my stories in French here, I don’t know if it’s a good idea since I’m probably going to re-write everything? But I think I might do it ’cause it’s always interesting to be able to compare with what one has done in the past isn’t it? Yeah, thought so.

So, yeah, you might have noticed I talked about re-starting my oldest story from scratch haven’t you? Which story might that be? That would be Of Shadow and Feathers, which I have recently realized isn’t really what I had imagined at first. So I will be starting it over in French at first and then in English, once I have a definite version of a chapter at least. I was thinking about what I could do for the next part of the story in English when I started wondering what I had done in the French version and then I sorta jumped back to the old ideas I had when I was but a young soul and it reminded me what I wanted to do with that story. For my defence, the ideas were really good so that is why I am contemplating the idea of starting everything once more. It will be long and perhaps (surely) not easy but I want to do it and (for heaven’s sake) I want to bloody finish this story once and for all! I need to finish it so that one day I may finally lay at rest!

Anyways, I have been very busy these last few days but I am back with motivation, imagination (I have a lot of ideas to work on! :D), time (more so than before so that is great) and the desire to do something cool and great with these ideas and whatever comes to mind during the time from during to the end of this blog! (May this time be the farthest away possible.)

I hope you haven’t missed me too much, if you did well I apologize once more. I should be a lot more present in the near future!

Ps: I am still looking for an artist (look here for more info) if anyone is interested, all my stories are possible projects I would love to work on with you!

PPs: Part number 54 of Echoes of Power is coming out today! (Here it is! :D)

Echoes of Power Update – IMPORTANT

Hey! Quick message, ’cause I’m tired, to all of you who read Echoes of Power : I have updated chapter 38 and chapter 39, they are completely different so go take a look because that will change a lot for the next parts of the story.

The reason I have just updated them and that I haven’t posted anything in the last few days is exactly the same : three days ago I realized I had skipped over a whole part of the chapter I was working on and had missed a lot of important things (yeah, they are important even if they don’t seem to be).

I had a short dilemma about what to do : continue on like this or rewrite them and add the parts I had omitted? I decided to go for the later because I felt they were important. So, yeah, sorry for the wait and here are parts 38 and 39 edited with the new chapters for you to enjoy!

I really didn’t want to post them without posting the rest of the chapter I owe you and the ones I re wrote, but in the end I decided to do it very late tonight because I was finishing up on the last paragraph of today’s chapter and I wanted to post something. But adding 8 chapters all at once didn’t seem a good idea so I opted to do it a bit more slowly, updating 38 and 39 tonight and adding the rest tomorrow. So, don’t worry, you will have everything I owe you by tomorrow! And you will have them all along the day so look out for extraordinarily frequent updates! x)

Now, I’ve also been working on that Halo project, mainly by watching the games, and I have recently watched Halo 4 : Spartan Ops, which was really cool and made me like Palmer, the spartan IVs and Lasky (and Roland! :D) even more, so yeah, chapter 1 is coming along slowly but nicely, I’ll be sure to give you guys and update when it’s finally published!

Also the french section of the blog should be arriving very soon too, I’m still working on uploading the stories on the blog but I should officially post them during the week too so look out for that too! ;)

Thank for reading and good night all, it is past time for me to go to sleep so see you later people and have fun!

Quotidian n°100 – We’ve done it people, we’ve done it!

This is the post of the century!


Yup!

We have officially done it people, the hundredth Quotidian has finally been reached! It’s taken me a few more days that what I would’ve like to get the nerve to write it but it’s been a strangely difficult decision (keep reading, I’ll explain myself), I didn’t have much to say during the last few days and I had no motivation whatsoever to just write about something random. I wanted to do something about something interesting, or at least a subject that interested me. But as days went by and I still had no idea I finally motivated myself to just get on with it and finish this simple yet complicated task. And I also decided myself.

As I have finally reached this peak, this important step in my blog (reaching the hundredth post in a daily category is awesome and really amazing!), I was also plagued with a question and a decision to take. I have realized, over the course of the last few days and weeks, that it was difficult for me to write the Quotidians everyday. One, because I had to get into the habit of writing a bit everyday, but that became easier and easier as time passed, I got sort of used to it. Two, because I had to find subjects that were interesting enough to talk about, my life being what it is, is not always the most interesting thing to talk about and finding other things to talk about is hard… And thirdly, I realized that I had indeed become a daily writer, I started the Stanley series, hoping to make it as regular as the Quotidians, but that went not so well.

Since I’ve started re-writing Echoes of Power in the form of daily short chapters though, things have become a lot easier, I have almost no problem writing a chapter a day, sometimes two or three, and posting it regularly. That is how I realized that the Quotidians had reached their goal, served their purpose, they made me write every day and become used to it. I have become able to write a little every day without much problems. And that is awesome! But at the same time I realized that I didn’t really need the Quotidians anymore, and since they were becoming harder to make (finding ideas and things from my daily routine to talk about is NOT easy, believe me!) I understood that I maybe would have, or at least want, to stop them soon. And that made me a bit sad. That’s partly why I haven’t written it earlier, because I wanted to preserve the series as long as I could? Because Quotidians helped me more than I can imagine. And because, when I started, I was hoping to make it last as long as I was active on this blog. sadly it did not seem to be the case.

Then I realized I was being stupid… Why stop Quotidians when I could simply begin writing them when I wanted to and not make it a daily thing anymore? Yeah, that’s me, an idiot. I can just write them less regularly, that solve the problem. As easy as a snap of the finger. Stupid Soar! Ahem, anyway, so yeah.  Quotidians will not disappear in the end, they’ll just become a bit rarer, Echoes of Power having replaced them with the daily post. I for one, think that it makes things a bit more interesting and I will be more motivated to write a story daily than just talk about my life… Yah, that’s almost certain! I will however post unrelated things from time to time, like when I see a good movie or hear a great song, I’ll share it with you!

So, to conclude, yeah, happy anniversary to me! Happy Hundredth Quotidian! Yay! And also not-goodbye to them! (Phew, that’s a relief!)

Thanks for reading and for having followed me until now! I have many things in store for you people, many projects I want to make come to life so be on the look out for that! And also, I will resume posting Of Shadow and Feathers soon, I promise, I’ve been so taken in other things that I haven’t even written one word of that story for a while… But it will be back on your screens soon, I promise!

Ps: The Hero’s Mask and the other stories will also be updated in due time, don’t worry. Just wait for me a bit please! :)

Quotidien n°95 – Aujourd’hui, on écrit en français !

Le lion de s’associe pas avec le cafard !


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Bonsoir à tous, chers lecteurs !

Aujourd’hui on tente quelque chose de différent puisque j’écris cet article journalier sur mon blog en français ! Je sais que peu d’entre vous pourront comprendre tout ce que je dis aussi bien que si je l’écrivais en anglais mais je m’en fiche, c’est une petite expérience rigolote que j’ai envie de faire aujourd’hui. Et puis au pire, si vous voulez vraiment comprendre vous pouvez toujours soit apprendre le français soit vous en remettre au grand Google Traduction pour faire passer ce texte du français à l’anglais.

Pourquoi décidé-je soudain d’écrire en français ? Eh bien la réponse est plutôt simple : parce que c’est rigolo, parce que c’est amusant et parce que je n’avais pas d’autre idée d’article aujourd’hui, à part répéter des choses que j’ai déjà dites et que je ne souhaite pas mentionner à nouveau de si tôt. Bref, c’est aussi parce que, comme je l’ai déjà dis plusieurs fois auparavant, je suis français et que c’est ma langue maternelle. Je souhaite donc vous faire partager le temps d’un petit ‘post’ la beauté de ma langue natale et ses horreurs, telles que la grammaire et l’orthographe qui sont deux de mes plus grandes frayeurs lorsque je dois rédiger un texte comme celui-ci. Tout cela est tellement compliqué ! Beaucoup plus qu’en anglais à certains niveaux et c’est effarant de voir qu’arrivé à presque vingt et un ans je ne peux m’empêcher de faire autant de fautes d’orthographe et de grammaire…

Mais passons, je suis aussi là pour vous raconter ma vie et mon oeuvre ! En ce qui concerne ma vie, rien de bien nouveau en ce moment sinon que demain est le jour de l’anniversaire de ma copine et que je vais aller passer la journée (ainsi que celle du surlendemain) avec elle donc je ne serais sûrement pas apte à publier grand chose. Je vais essayer de m’y préparer à l’avance mais je ne vous garantis rien chers lecteurs. Je suis également en train de me re-préparer à passer l’examen du permis en reprenant le cours de mes leçons de conduites, je ne peux perdre la main en attendant d’avoir l’opportunité de retenter ma chance !

Du côté oeuvre, eh bien c’est à peu près la même chose. Les choses avancent, lentement peut-être, mais elles avancent et je suis en train de bien progresser sur Echoes of Power, le web roman que je réécris depuis maintenant presque trois semaines. Nous en sommes arrivés à la partie seize et l’histoire commence à devenir intéressante avec des éléments perturbateurs de l’intrigue qui se mettent en place. Le scénario devrait se préciser dans les chapitres à venir et vous aller pouvoir commencer à comprendre où je prévois d’en venir avec tout cela, si vous avez suffisamment de jugeote bien sur !

J’avance aussi à petits pas sur D’ombre et de plumes (Of Shadow and Feathers) mais le prochain chapitre ne sera pas disponible avant un petit moment, je suis trop pris dans mes autres trucs persos pour avoir le temps, l’énergie ou l’envie (tout simplement) d’avancer rapidement. Je prends mon temps mais j’y travaille donc ne vous inquiétez pas, ça arrive !

Enfin je conclurais sur le fais que je continue ma recherche de collaborateur artistique pour la transposition de mes histoires en BD continue et que je n’ai trouvé pour le moment aucun candidat potentiel. J’espère qu’un jour je parviendrais à trouver quelqu’un (ou que l’on me trouvera) qui accepte de travailler avec moi sur ce projet car il me tient bien a cœur et j’aimerais vraiment voir ce que tout cela donnerait sous forme de BD/Manga/Webcomic !

C’est tout pour aujourd’hui, j’espère que vous passez une bonne [insérez moment de la journée pendant lequel vous lisez ceci ici] et je vous dis à la prochaine fois les amis ! ;)

Quotidian n°84 – Creating a story is hard

Nein Hans! Ich bin dein vater!


 

Thinking is quite easy. At least it is for me and I dare hope it is also for others as well! Imagining things is a bit more difficult but still not that hard. No, the complicated part is turning that imagination into a story. Making it come to life, creating the characters and settings, arranging the plot and making up the events and links between each of them. Finally, telling that story in an interesting way is the hardest steps of all. To me, it’s something that I dread and dream of at the same time. It is both my ultimate goal when I start a writing project and my bane because I have a lot of difficulty writing something good. Or at least that I consider to be good.

I believe I’ve read somewhere that the writer is his own most severe critic, or something like that. I believe that saying, for me it is entirely true. I have ideas in mind that I want to write and I want to make become as awesome as what I planned. That’s insane because it won’t ever happen, never. One might get extremely close to doing that but ultimately, the author will be the only one to fully comprehend and fell the depth, the hugeness and the awesomeness of his own story. A good writer will pass down a good story. A great writer will pas down the story and its whole universe. But even if one is able to do that they never will be able to share everything with the reader. And that is quite sad…

Anyways, what I wanted to say is that I have great ideas for Echoes of Power and I have an awesome plot (or at least I believe it is awesome, only time will tell if it is liked or not). I want to make not only a good piece of writing with this but a great one if I dare hope. I want to be able to share with you readers the awesome feelings I feel when I am thinking about this story. I have been thinking over and over again how I would be able to do that. Did I need more description? Did I need to make my chapters shorter? Did I need different characters? Older ones? More girls? More frequent publishing? Ask you guys for ideas and feedback? I had so many questions in my head and so little answers…

It took me some time mulling about it but I think I finally have the answer I was looking for, or at least part of it. I have to make the chapters as long as I think they need to be but shorter chapter are easier to publish often. I have to make characters that feel real and make the reader react to them, whether they are young, old, girls or boys doesn’t matter as long as it is part of the story. More descriptions? No. But shorter and simpler sentences yes! I tend to make things tooo complicated and too long so I’ve been working on that for Echoes of Power. How to turn this great idea into something good? Work on it, as much and as often as I can and keep working on it until I deem it good. Perfection is not an option.

Finally, I managed to decide myself on the course of action to follow, which I believe I talked about yesterday as I introduced the introduction to EoP : I am writing in the form of a serial web novel. This means that I will publish chapters (or parts of chapters) which might be of varying length but that I’ll always try to keep over 500 words at least, more regularly (one everyday is my goal). And the complete text will be available on the blog at all times under the same form as a novel (or almost). This is what I call a serial web novel. I think I somehow got the idea when I started thinking of creating a writing blog (when I was still on the Skyblogs, blogs for teens usually if you haven’t heard of it), I had seen many great examples of fan fiction blogs and what I now call web novels and I wanted to do the same.

I decided myself after some time, wanting to get some feedback, and as the years passed I kept going. But it is only recently, with the debut of Stanley, that I started doing shorter but more regular chapters and I have taken a liking to this format. Therefore I am officially declaring the beginning of the serial web novel Echoes of Power today, monday the 23rd of June 2015. Yup, it begins now. You can already go check out the first chapter (or part) that is online here!

I really hope you enjoy reading it and I would also love some feedback on my ideas and writing so if you have things to say, don’t hesitate! ;)

That’s all for now, good night folks, see you later!

PS: Chapters from Of Shadow and Feathers and The Hero’s Mask : Forging will also be coming soon, don’t worry!

PPS: Stanley will continue… one day! x)

Chapter 9 – The Fiancée

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Chapter 9

The Fiancée


The sky was still blue and the sun, warm as Thrista, Silena and the blonde bodyguard all sat around one of the carefully carved stone tables on the terrace. The soft wind brought a cool breeze and the large white stones which the terrace was made of were pleasantly warm. Hannah, the young woman with dark hair and a sturdy character, refused to join them and had remained behind to keep an eye over their surroundings even after Todd tried to convince her that they was no danger. After being shut down by his companion he decided to sit on the right side of the princess, directly across from Thrista.

“How long has it been since we’ve last seen each other?” Asked the young blonde woman.

“Too long.” Replied Thrista with a smile. “Much too long.” He added as he looked at the scenery that extended before their eyes, the palace’s terrace had been built-in an elevated part of the royal gardens.

The gardens were reflecting peace and serenity, they were filled with flowers, trees and hedges cut out with extreme precision. Everything was done so that it reflected the morals of the royal family: peace and harmony. Behind the high white walls one stood the city of Eneleïa and its harbor which no one, whether they were princes or vagabonds, could describe as anything else than magnificent. Each district was represented by a dominant color which was mixed to the white walls of the houses, creating beautiful patterns in the sunlight. The city resembled a precious stone directly taken out from the heart of the earth. Thrista had only rarely had the occasion to admire such a spectacle and most of those had been years before, during his stays at the palace. He turned towards Silena who was also admiring the view.

“It’s been a long time but things haven’t changed so much.” He commented.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well the jewel of Tebor still shines.” He said as he waved towards the city. “Your father is still as worried by your safety whereas you don’t care at all and you do as you wish even on the eve of your wedding. And I am still as impressed by your bodyguards as before… So nothing has really changed.”

“Really nothing?” Asked Silena, a playful glint in her eyes.

“No, nothing… Well, perhaps your hair, I think they’re a bit longer than before…” Added the dark-haired young man with a small mocking smile spreading across his face. If the blonde bodyguard was surprised when the princess shot her tongue at Thrista he didn’t show it but he did seem amused by the situation. The young woman then proceeded to turn away from her interlocutor in an exaggerated movement.

“As perceptive as ever I see.” The blonde woman taunted.

“And you, as impertinent as ever.” Replied Thrista in the same tone her father used to speak to her when he was angry. They both burst in laughter as they remembered the time they spent together, pulling pranks, catching the attention of the brunette woman who looked in their direction briefly before turning away again. The two friends kept laughing for a long moment and only after a few minutes did they stop, their sides hurting, and Silena spoke again.

“Tell me Thrista, why are you back in town? Is it a coincidence or are you here for my wedding? I almost didn’t believe it yesterday when I saw you at the market.” Asked the blonde woman.

Thrista smiled before replying.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, you didn’t think I’d let you get married without my benediction did you?” He winked at her. “But it is true I arrived yesterday so that I wouldn’t miss the great event that the whole kingdom has been following with such passion for the last months. I had already decided that I would come back to Ore to prepare for the tournament but I finally decided to make the trip back when I learned the date of your wedding.”

“Ah yes! It’s true that the Sages’ tournament will take place soon! I didn’t know if you planned to come back until then but I still hoped you would be here for my wedding. It’s really good to see you Thrista!” She exclaimed with a smile. “When did you plan to tell me you were back though?” She asked, her face suddenly becoming more serious.

“Actually I was planning to come by the palace today.” Replied the dark-haired young man.

“Well you should’ve been here as soon as you arrived you idiot!” Silena exclaimed, punching Thrista lightly in the shoulder.

“I know, I know.” He said with a nod.

“You’re considering participating in the next great tournament?” Asked the blonde bodyguard as he looked at Thrista with interest, a slightly impressed look on his face.

“Yes.” Nodded the dark-haired teenager. “I’ve been thinking about it for such a long time. It’s been my goal since I was a child, I’ve been preparing for it since then. I don’t know how far I’ll be able to go but I will definitely give it a try two years from now!”

“Don’t underestimate him Todd.” Said the blonde with a mischievous glint in her eye. “He is more powerful than he appears and a very good fighter.”

“Of course my lady.” Todd replied with a nod. “I was just curious, your confidence surprised me.” He added as he turned towards Thrista.

“Todd, how many times have I told you to call me Silena and not ‘my lady’…?” She said in a weary tone as she rolled her eyes. “And do so with Thrista by the way, you’re my bodyguard, not my slave!”

“Very well my lady… I mean Silena.” The blonde corrected himself to the chagrin of the princess. She sighed heavily before offering them drinks. Thrista asked for fresh water, Todd too, only Hannah refused to have anything, preferring to stay by herself. The young heir to the throne then left them to go and fetch their drinks under the vigilant eye of the dark-haired bodyguard.

Thrista noticed the slightly embarrassed look on the blonde’s face in front of him following Silena’s reaction and couldn’t help but giggle. Todd looked at him with a surprised look, not understanding what was so funny.

“Don’t worry!” The dark-haired young man said after calming down. “She’s not angry, she’s always like this. She simply views everyone one in the castle as her friend and as such none of them needs to be so formal with her. She hates formalities.”

“Yes, that’s what she told us when her father introduced us to her.” Todd said with a nod. “But as bodyguards we can’t let personal feelings cloud our judgment, at least that’s what Hannah said, so it’s a bit complicated.” He added.

“Well you’ll either have to comply or bear with her bad mood for the rest of your stay.” Replied Thrista with a smile. “I can vouch for that.”

He saw a small smile spread on Todd’s face as the blonde understood what he meant.

“Has she always been like that?” He asked.

“For as long as I’ve known her, she has.” Sighed the dark-haired teen in an exaggerated manner. “I pity you, I wouldn’t want to be in your place for anything in the world.” He added.

“You can call me Todd, since her majesty wishes it.” They both smiled at the bodyguard’s comment.

“Well you can do the same for me, it is a pleasure to meet you Todd.” Replied Thrista. “And to reply to your question earlier, yes, I am determined to participate in the tournament even if I’m not totally confident.” He added.

“Well then Thrista, as a practitioner of empirium myself I would definitely like to see you fight.” Commented Todd with a smile.

Silena came back a few moments later, in an intense discussion with one of the kitchen maids who was bringing them some refreshments, a large jug of water and four cups in case Hannah changed her mind. Thrista and Todd had found a common interest in the history of the matches during the different tournaments, the bodyguard was quite knowledgeable too, he had been an admirer of the event since his childhood, since he had been able to witness some of the fights of the last edition. Thrista had been fascinated by it since his father had told him the tales of the epic fights that had taken place in the arenas and he had dreamed of participating since his old man had told him he himself had participated in the previous one. They talked about the sadly notorious fight opposing Grennwick to Almeneister, which Thrista had learned more about the day before when he had talked with Zani, one of the elders of the temple of Sha’ana. The princess joined the conversation as she too knew a bit about that fight, having known the old priest for many years she had heard most of his stories. Thrista described his short duel with the old man, praising his still powerful mastery over the art of emporium to the surprise of the young woman who didn’t think the elder was still able to duel or that he ever had been a practitioner of empirium. The subject then came back to the event that would take placed two years from now.

“Do you have any idea how the next Sages’ Tournament be organized?” Asked the blonde to Thrista.

“No, I only know that it changes every time but I have no idea what they’re preparing for this edition.” He replied. “It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about it but if I remember correctly the last tournament was divided in two parts. They made the first one a huge brawl where a hundred participants would fight until only a few remained standing. And the second half was a random division in groups of four who were opposed to other groups, it was to reinforce cooperation I think. Then came the solo fights, but it only started during the 16th finals I think, until the finale, which took place in the grand arena and where Soran Eslowe claimed his victory. They change each decade so we can’t know exactly what awaits us but it’s something different I presume..”

“Well we’ll know that only a few weeks before if I remember correctly.” Silena commented. “I really wonder what you’ll have to face there…” She added, intrigued.

“Yeah, we won’t know until the organisers deem it’s time.” Thrista agreed. “That makes me even more impatient to know what the tournament will consist in.” The teenager added with a smile.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” He suddenly exclaimed.” I still haven’t asked you about your future husband! How is the prince-to-be? Does he suit your taste?” He asked with a playful smile.

Silena laughed lightly before replying, amused that Thrista hadn’t thought of asking that before.

“Well,” She started in her best imitation of a deeply enamoured young woman. “He is gorgeous, intelligent and so romantic!” The princess exclaimed as she sighed to add to her imitation, which caused her and Thrista to burst in laughter, soon joined by Todd.

Once they had calmed down she spoke again, with a more serious tone this time.

“Despite the fact that I have officially been a real woman for two years now I didn’t expect my father to offer to marry me so early. To speak frankly I must say I didn’t have any intention nor any desire to get married. But somehow he managed to change my mind about that, telling me that I would have to get married someday, whether I wanted it or not.”

“What made you change your mind then, my dear friend?” Asked Thrista, who seemed visibly curious about that.

Silena was known by many, especially by him, to be extremely independent and stubborn and to not let anyone get in her way. The fact that she had agreed to get married so early in her life had surprised the dark-haired young man.

“Well when father told me he was going to offer to marry me to lord Janon’s son he told me he’d let me have the final decision. I think that’s what played in his favor. I didn’t want to even think about marriage when he announced this to me at first but, as time passed, as he wasn’t pressing me to do anything I got somewhat curious. I decided to agree to meet Stanis Junon’s son and they arranged a meeting a few days later. He was quite charming, both physically and in his personality, so we talked for a while and, funny enough, we both realized we had a similar point of view on the prospect of a wedding. He told me he wasn’t enthused by that but…”

Thrista noticed that Silena’s cheeks had reddened ever so slightly as she was talking, this made a small amused smile appear on his face as she continued.

“I think he liked me and that’s mostly what made him change his mind. He was funny and smart, he quickly understood that I was not one of those dumb girls and that I knew what I wanted and how to get it. You know Thrista, I don’t think that this is such a bad idea anymore, it’s better if we get along isn’t it?” She then asked.

“Yes, I think it’s positive that it’s the case.” Approved Thrista, still smiling slightly as the princess’s cheeks remained colored with a light shade of red. “And what might this charming young man’s name be?” He then asked.

“Thedric Junon, son of Stanis Junon, lord of the valley of Korr.” Silena replied.

“Well he seems to be a worthy party. And on top of that he’s cute you say? It seems you’ve hit the jackpot my dear princess!” Exclaimed Thrist, his playful smile getting wider as he reached for his glass to take a sip of his cool drink.

“Yes, and he may be of noble descent but he doesn’t seem too proud of himself, which is a good thing.” Thrista nodded at the princess’s comment, he knew she abhorred social conventions and even more the people who loved said conventions. “Plus, look at what he gave me!”

The young woman extended her hand towards the dark-haired teen and wiggled her left ring finger. Her slender finger was decorated with a thin ring of silver and azure reflections which reminded of the color of her eyes and contrasted with the darker color of her skin.

“By the gods, he is spoiling you!” Exclaimed Thrista with an amused tone. “But I must admit this ring is gorgeous, this is Simerian jewelry isn’t it? The quality of the work is astounding.” He added, impressed by this gift of great artistic value.

More than the actual value of the metal used, or any material as a matter of fact, Simerian jewelry was renowned all over Ore for its beauty and the finesse of the designs. It seemed like the old continent’s jewelers could breathe beauty into any object simply by carving into it.

“Yes, it is.” Replied the princess as she displayed a slightly irritated expression. “It’s a unique piece. I hoped to surprise you with the materials used as Simerian silver is said to be quite rare but it seems you know about it already… How do you know about it?” She asked, intrigued by his expertise.

“A friend that I made during my travels to Simeriah. He was quite knowledgeable about these kinds of things and he explained it to me. Plus we’ve had the great honor to be able to meet one of the best jewelers of the continent once and he showed us the making of a necklace and some of the pieces he had made. It is truly quite a sight!” The young man explained with a smile.

“But I want you to know that I am truly happy to be able to attend this great event and I hope that you will both be very happy.” He added as he put his glass back down on the table.

“Thank you.” Nodded Silena with a smile. “Will you be attending the ceremony tomorrow?” She then asked, her expression becoming slightly more serious and unsure.

“Of course. I’ll come back to the palace in a more… official manner to greet you, your father and the queen.” The young man looked at the horizon and noticed the sun was already starting to disappear behind the infinitely distant line.

He realized they had been sitting and talking on the terrace for quite a while now.

“Isn’t it time for you to start getting prepared?” He asked. “Everyone must be looking for you.” He added with a smile.

“Yes.” She replied as she too look at the setting orb of light. “I have much to do to be ready tomorrow. It’s been really nice to see you again Thrista.” She said as she stood up, quickly followed by the dark-haired teen and the blonde bodyguard.

“Yes it has.” Replied Thrista with a smile.

“I’ll introduce you with my future husband tomorrow when you come by the palace again. Oh and by the way, you are officially invited for the banquet tomorrow evening.” She added.

“Of course.” He said with a smile as they started walking towards the palace.

They quickly reached the main door leading from the gardens to the palace but Thrista stopped before passing through it.

“I’d rather leave the way I came here.” He explained as Silena shot him a curious look. “It’s said to be very bad luck to enter the palace by another door than the front one.”

Silena, who had turned towards him, sighed and agreed with a knowing smile. Indeed, they had never been very lucky when trying to get in by the rear doors, Oscius had always seemed to know exactly where they were. She smiled slightly.

“Well, do as you want.” She replied before hugging him with strength and wishing him a good evening. The princess disappeared into the palace soon after telling him he had to be at the palace before maxima.

“I’ll be there, don’t worry!” He replied as he waved his arm. Then he turned towards the blond young man and saluted him as well. “I wish you luck to keep an eye on her for the next few days.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah, thanks, you can count on me.” Replied Todd with a smile before following the princess inside the palace, he would need all his courage to keep up with the two young women.

Thrista turned around and went back towards the gardens, through the terrace. As he passed by the table he noticed the glass still full of water of the dark-haired bodyguard and decided to go apologize to her for earlier. The young woman he had learned was called Hannah was still at her post, sitting on the white steps and looking at the horizon. She seemed lost in her thoughts, her not noticing the princess’s disappearance was a sign of that. He got closer and stopped to her right, surprising her slightly as he did.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just came to apologize for earlier, I didn’t mean to resist that much. I was the one in the wrong after all.” She looked up at him silently for a moment before nodding and looking back at the point of the horizon she seemed to have been studying before.

The young man wondered if she ever willingly talked to anybody but preferred to leave her alone, patience was the best course of action. He spoke again after a few seconds.

“I wanted to give you this, you didn’t get it earlier.” He said.

The young woman turned towards him again and noticed the glass of clear water that was still full. She stood up after a couple of seconds and looked at him directly. Thrisa extended his arm, inviting her to take the glass.

“I also came to tell you that the princess has gone back to the palace with your colleague and to say goodbye as I am leaving too.” The dark-haired bodyguard looked around and noticed the absence of the blonde duo from earlier, neither the princess nor her comrade remained.

“I believe she went back to her room with Todd if you’re looking for her.” He added to reassure her as he knew it was extremely difficult to follow the princess once she had decided on something.

“You know, you really seem to be talented at empirium, I’d really like to have a chance to spar with you someday.” He added with a smile.

Hannah looked at him for a second before drinking the her water in a single motion and picking up her satchel that was lying on the ground and turned around before walking towards the palace without even a word. This surprised Thrista a bit but he didn’t hold her back and simply wished her a nice evening.

“Goodbye!” He exclaimed with a quick wave as he saw her quickly climb the set of stairs that lead onto the terrace.

Thrista was about to turn and leave when he saw her stop as she reached the top of the staircase, he saw her turn her head towards him and greet him with a slight nod.

“Thank you.” She added with what seemed to be a small smile, though he couldn’t be sure as it had happened to fast, before disappearing behind the walls to search for the princess.

Quite mysterious that one. The young man thought with a smile, unsure of what to make of his interaction with the young bodyguard as he walked down the flight of stairs towards the center of the gardens.

Strong characters, all of them… His smile got wider as he thought of the few women he knew.

The young man reached the furthest part of the gardens and without much difficulty crossed the high hedge and the wall again, landing in a small and deserted alley. He then started walking towards the eastern district and quickly reached Carmen’s taverns, dropping on his bed after having had a quick supper. He lied on his bed for a long time, letting his sore muscles relax as his thoughts roamed free. He had planned to stay in Eneleïa for a few days, long enough to witness the princess’s wedding and after that he would hit the road again. But where to? He still hadn’t decided on a direction to take and this question was nagging him more and more since he had finally come back to Ore. Towards the south, that was almost certain, but was it better to go inland or to remain close to the coast? He could also go back towards Asselia, his father must have been missing him considering how long he had been gone. Was it finally time to go back home? He fell asleep before finding a satisfactory answer to his questions and thus it was put back to the day after.

 


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Quotidian n°79 – When you are too tire to do anything…

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I am tired this evening. Soooo tired…

I did a lot of writing today, almost finished the next chapter of Of Shadow and Feathers, 500 words remaining until it can be posted, so I think that it compensates me not writing anything interesting for this post.

Plus I didn’t do anything very interesting today either, I read some books, played some games and wrote some stuff. Nothing worth mentioning. Perhaps I could say I have begun trying to get to drawing things but even that is not worth mentioning since it’s note very interesting and I don’t have any announcement to make about that yet…

So yeah, nothing interesting to say and fatigue are making me write this very short post to tell you guys nothing and just barely fill my quota of the day.

Anyways, that’s all, see y’all later! :P