In Dreams of Trees : Come Sail Away

Wordcount: 303
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Blue and Horn run away and join the circus! … Or not.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.


Come Sail Away

“Let’s leave,” said Blue, impulsively. “Let’s pick a door and head out there into the unknown.”

“Why?” said Horn, disturbed.

“Because out there is where things are happening,” said Blue, “out there you have a sky and a ground and a life that’s not limited by cold brown walls and a city that hangs in the middle of nothing.”

“But it’s safe here,” pointed out Horn. “And we have no idea what’s on the other side of the doors.”

“This isn’t a life.” said Blue. “This is purgatory, and endless waiting for something that is never going to happen.”

“You don’t know that,” said Horn.

“You don’t know it either.” said Blue with a sigh. “You know I’d never leave you.”

“I know,” said Horn. “But you can, if you want.”

Blue looked at him sharply. “I made an oath, I don’t break my promises.”

“It’s an oath to a dead world,” said Horn sadly. “It’s a stupid thing to hold onto. We’re in a new world now and I don’t want you bound to promises you made back there.”

“I don’t care,” said Blue stubbornly. “I made a promise to take care of you–”

“Do you really think I’m helpless?” said Horn mildly, but there was a bite to it.

“Of course not,” Blue snorted, “my job isn’t to babysit you, it’s to be your partner. I don’t care what Brian says, or anyone says, you aren’t my pet and I’m not your pet.”

“Hah, as if we’d have pets that talk back.” Horn laughed. “If we wanted you to be what Black thinks you are, you wouldn’t talk at all. I don’t get why they think the worst of us.”

“Because you aren’t human,” said Blue, “and that’s all they know.”

“Then they need to learn.” Horn sniffed.

“No kidding.”

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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