Kyra gathered the crew in the main conference room. "I'm going to keep this short. To hell with Kulmyk." She surveyed the eyes, all looking like frogs in a pond. "Tonight, we set sail for destination unknown. Objections? Good. Snazzle, take us to hell or hound but by Janus take us."
"Ms Kyra?" asked Ariel.
"Yes."
"Can I say the blessing?"
"Of--"
"You know, like Rog says, if we gonna ride, we best bless the hide."
"Absofrailinglutely!"
Faces of glass
reflecting
without
and hiding
within
May Janus
and my mom
tell my dad
to stop
being an anus
For Bravo
is our home
and Kyra
our captain
and eyes are best
when kept
on our quest
7 comments:
Somehow that feels good. Comforting. Just came by to check on you, Tree -
((hugs))
Annie, always nice to know you are out there with hugs to give. I am bloodied crimson but standing with shield shinning bright if not bruised and banged.
Such bliss, a different kind of bliss only albeit, but bliss, to see a chapter, to hear Kyra's voice, Ariel's, to be reminded, :-), of Rog. Treated too to an example of your celebrated and admired similes/metaphors with eyes, all looking like frogs in a pond, picture painters, pure, perfect, your chapters always work this way, pictorial sentences, the scene seen quicker almost than the words are read, inexplicable but true. Speech is such a large part of how these characters are perceived and realized, the reference to something Rog has said, it is as happens with vivid characters in life, when a statement is heard second hand and one knows, can just see it, hear it almost, in their mouth, in their voice, so fitting to what one knows of them, and it is the same here, as these words are recited, though never having heard his voice one has been created, in the imagination, moulded and guided by the writing, and it is in this voice, tone incorporated, that one hears it. And with that I guess the point is to say anew it is noted just how animated, real, living, breathing your story has become, well, always was, just increasingly so. Same applies to Kyra. And to Ariel, and beyond, for how those frogs listened, how smiles were shared at the words spoken by the child, it all is staged as the words scroll. And what can one say about such precociousness, that allows for May Janus and my mom tell my dad to stop being an anus, other than it becomes incredibly endearing. :-D Wonderful chapter. Bliss.
That is a cute prayer, yet brutally honest too!
That little turkey! She needs a hug after that!
The image is amazing by the way.
Jen, Ariel never fails to make me smile. :-)
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