Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy

The songs didn’t hold the same power if you sung them alone, but she had given up on trying to communicate with the boy. He lacked her vocal range, limited to the dull roars and rumblings of cattle. She spoke on the upper ranges of his hearing and he had brushed off her attempts at sharing language.

Not that she stopped talking of course.

She added a trill to the song’s rising chorus just to see him wince, he’d barely paused for breath since they stumbled upon each other in the corridor. Forces joined, they fought their way to the final door and now it appeared she’d have to do the rest alone.

The next time someone tried to tell her humans were intelligent she was going to give them such a talking to.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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