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ksmithHappy Mom's Day to all moms out there.
It was a better day than I thought it would be, given the weather forecasts. Some misting this morning made for the precip for the day. I woke up a little later than I wanted to, poured coffee down my throat. Breakfast was toast with peanut butter and some really good blueberry/cranberry spread. Reworked more of Chapter 5, which has run too long--Ch 6 will thus be calved off and tweaked anon.
Dathim was a problem during the first draft, to the point that I thought I'd write him out entirely. But I think I finally have him straightened out. Tsecha went and pulled the rug out from under Jani, which was rotten of him. The snippet below is the lead-up to that.
Jani thinks she's been asked to settle an argument about design of a meeting room wall mosaic, but that's not why the boys asked to meet with her.
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"You are not paying attention, nìa." Tsecha turned his back on the work-in-progress and walked past her into the deserted street. "Therefore we will settle this another time."
"I am paying attention. I always pay attention." Jani took a final swig of fruit drink, then crumpled the container and tossed it into a trash receptacle. "It's just that asking me to settle an artistic difference is like asking Dathim to settle an argument."
"This is not true." Dathim stepped around her, then took a seat on a pallet of floor tile. "I would be more useful settling an argument."
"Thanks." Jani wiped the last of the chutney from her fingers, then tossed the napkin into the receptacle to join the drink dispo and leaned back against the stone wall. "So, that's it?" She looked from Tsecha, who still stood with his back to her, to Dathim, who sat arms folded, glare fixed on nothing. "Argument over? You contacted Dieter to send me here so that I could listen to five minutes of you two grousing at one another?"
"No, nìa." Tsecha waved absently toward Dathim. "Tell her."
Dathim shifted as though he sat on a sharp edge of tile. "You said that you would tell her."
"You will begin." Tsecha clasped his hands behind his back and rocked ever so lightly on his heels. "I will finish."
Jani looked from suborn to dominant and back again. When they stopped arguing, they had a nasty habit of working together in ways that complicated her life immeasurably. "What the hell happened?"
It was a better day than I thought it would be, given the weather forecasts. Some misting this morning made for the precip for the day. I woke up a little later than I wanted to, poured coffee down my throat. Breakfast was toast with peanut butter and some really good blueberry/cranberry spread. Reworked more of Chapter 5, which has run too long--Ch 6 will thus be calved off and tweaked anon.
Dathim was a problem during the first draft, to the point that I thought I'd write him out entirely. But I think I finally have him straightened out. Tsecha went and pulled the rug out from under Jani, which was rotten of him. The snippet below is the lead-up to that.
Jani thinks she's been asked to settle an argument about design of a meeting room wall mosaic, but that's not why the boys asked to meet with her.
**********************
"You are not paying attention, nìa." Tsecha turned his back on the work-in-progress and walked past her into the deserted street. "Therefore we will settle this another time."
"I am paying attention. I always pay attention." Jani took a final swig of fruit drink, then crumpled the container and tossed it into a trash receptacle. "It's just that asking me to settle an artistic difference is like asking Dathim to settle an argument."
"This is not true." Dathim stepped around her, then took a seat on a pallet of floor tile. "I would be more useful settling an argument."
"Thanks." Jani wiped the last of the chutney from her fingers, then tossed the napkin into the receptacle to join the drink dispo and leaned back against the stone wall. "So, that's it?" She looked from Tsecha, who still stood with his back to her, to Dathim, who sat arms folded, glare fixed on nothing. "Argument over? You contacted Dieter to send me here so that I could listen to five minutes of you two grousing at one another?"
"No, nìa." Tsecha waved absently toward Dathim. "Tell her."
Dathim shifted as though he sat on a sharp edge of tile. "You said that you would tell her."
"You will begin." Tsecha clasped his hands behind his back and rocked ever so lightly on his heels. "I will finish."
Jani looked from suborn to dominant and back again. When they stopped arguing, they had a nasty habit of working together in ways that complicated her life immeasurably. "What the hell happened?"
