In Dreams of Trees : Sign Language

Wordcount: 368
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Horn is left to his own devices and ends up finding something he didn’t realize he was looking for.

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.

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Sign Language

Horn is constantly frustrated by the lack of communication, but there’s not much he can do about it without a host. Blue is gone a lot, which is not something he’s used to, but he’s also not going to demand that the boy carry him everywhere. He’s too much of an adult to need to be held.

But he misses it.

And when Sara starts showing up more and more often and finding what seem to be reasonable explanations for why she needs him along, he doesn’t argue. She needs someone to talk to and Nathan is gone almost as much as Blue.

And he thinks maybe it’s more than that, and he doesn’t mention it at all, or why she might worry when Blue and Nathan go off on adventures on Brian’s request.

So they hang out together and slowly but surely it turns into a real friendship, built partially around the mutual waiting for loved ones to return. But it’s more than that, after a while. She’s fun to talk to, with a snarky sense of humor that’s much more biting that Horn’s used to.

And Horn is no slacker in the fun to be around department himself. true he was raised to be much more proper and restrained when interacting with humans, taught that you shouldn’t interact too much, form too many friendships, because humans had such short lives and elves had too good a memory.

It’s hard to stop mourning people once they’re gone.

But here time has different meanings and he’s not worried about losing them to old age, and that’s a nice feeling. Without other elves to interact with he was starting to feel lost, but he doesn’t want to make too many friends with people he’ll dream about later.

They hang out together so much that Sara ends up with her own carrying vest, once his claws rip through her jacket one too many times. It’s an amusement to most of the other people in the group, although the fact that Horn can talk is slowly moving him from ‘interesting pet’ to ‘interesting person’ and he’s not sure if that’s insulting or not.

He’s not sure he cares, in the end.

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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