World Resonance Scene of the Day
At 181,063 words today. Did around 700. Feeling kind of blah, but I have an exciting scene coming up, so not losing hope. Cain's going to run into Kalin's parents for the first time since she died. This could be bad.
Sarah's Wisdom
I really liked the first line Sarah says in this scene.
Sarah crossed her arms. “What’s keeping you from sleeping? What’s on your mind so much that it chases you into your dreams?”
Cain finally sat back down, frowning. “Discussing this is not going to help. It hasn’t in the past.”
She met his eye. “What are you so afraid of? If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, but there’s always the off-chance that it will.” She glanced around the tent. “There’s no one else here. So, it’s not like you’re spilling your guts to everyone.”
He looked away, his expression darkening.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “It has something to do with me! You don’t want to talk about this because it has something to do with me.”
Trump Card
Sarah just had to start begging.
She crossed her arms. “You haven’t told me everything. I can tell you’re keeping something from me.”
“Believe what you will, but discussing this isn’t getting us any closer to Theine,” he replied coldly. “And those people need help much more than I do.”
Sarah smirked. “Yes, but we’re not going anywhere until dawn tomorrow, so we have time to discuss what is bothering you.” Her expression softened. “You’ve had several days to try to work this out on your own and you obviously haven’t succeeded. Please, Cain, let me help you like you did me that one night.”
The former knight sighed. “The problem is, I don’t know what is bothering me exactly.”
The Real Problem?
Sarah is referring to Cain's dreams. I hadn't even thought of the possibility Cain mentions in this scene until I started writing this scene.
She sighed. To be honest, she had no idea how to help Cain. She just wished he would talk about his problems in the hopes that that would help him. “The others involve Kalin?” she asked as gently as she could.
He brought a hand up to his head as he nodded. “What if her parents have been transformed by the Cruinne?” The words seemed to force their way out against his will.
Sarah gasped. “Kalin’s parents live in Theine?”
He nodded, his expression darkening.
She had a feeling she knew why aside from the fear he had just voiced. “This will be the first time you will see them since she died.”
Again, he nodded.
“How are you as calm as you are?!” she exclaimed.
Cain made an amused sound as he smiled slightly. “I will probably sleep better once we get those two issues resolved in Theine,” he admitted. “In the meantime there’s nothing you can really do for me.”
Resolution
Cain kind of gets Sarah back.
He frowned. “Whatever happens, you stay out of it,” he warned. “Your similarity to Kalin could cause problems.”
Sarah lowered her head, a little hurt by this for some reason, but she understood. “Okay,” she promised somberly.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll force your help on me plenty afterwards,” he said, smirking.
The former barmaid scowled at him. “Oh hush,” she grumbled, her scowl quickly turning into a smile despite herself.
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© 2011 Jessica M. Walshaw
Sarah's Wisdom
I really liked the first line Sarah says in this scene.
Sarah crossed her arms. “What’s keeping you from sleeping? What’s on your mind so much that it chases you into your dreams?”
Cain finally sat back down, frowning. “Discussing this is not going to help. It hasn’t in the past.”
She met his eye. “What are you so afraid of? If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, but there’s always the off-chance that it will.” She glanced around the tent. “There’s no one else here. So, it’s not like you’re spilling your guts to everyone.”
He looked away, his expression darkening.
Sarah’s eyes widened. “It has something to do with me! You don’t want to talk about this because it has something to do with me.”
Trump Card
Sarah just had to start begging.
She crossed her arms. “You haven’t told me everything. I can tell you’re keeping something from me.”
“Believe what you will, but discussing this isn’t getting us any closer to Theine,” he replied coldly. “And those people need help much more than I do.”
Sarah smirked. “Yes, but we’re not going anywhere until dawn tomorrow, so we have time to discuss what is bothering you.” Her expression softened. “You’ve had several days to try to work this out on your own and you obviously haven’t succeeded. Please, Cain, let me help you like you did me that one night.”
The former knight sighed. “The problem is, I don’t know what is bothering me exactly.”
The Real Problem?
Sarah is referring to Cain's dreams. I hadn't even thought of the possibility Cain mentions in this scene until I started writing this scene.
She sighed. To be honest, she had no idea how to help Cain. She just wished he would talk about his problems in the hopes that that would help him. “The others involve Kalin?” she asked as gently as she could.
He brought a hand up to his head as he nodded. “What if her parents have been transformed by the Cruinne?” The words seemed to force their way out against his will.
Sarah gasped. “Kalin’s parents live in Theine?”
He nodded, his expression darkening.
She had a feeling she knew why aside from the fear he had just voiced. “This will be the first time you will see them since she died.”
Again, he nodded.
“How are you as calm as you are?!” she exclaimed.
Cain made an amused sound as he smiled slightly. “I will probably sleep better once we get those two issues resolved in Theine,” he admitted. “In the meantime there’s nothing you can really do for me.”
Resolution
Cain kind of gets Sarah back.
He frowned. “Whatever happens, you stay out of it,” he warned. “Your similarity to Kalin could cause problems.”
Sarah lowered her head, a little hurt by this for some reason, but she understood. “Okay,” she promised somberly.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll force your help on me plenty afterwards,” he said, smirking.
The former barmaid scowled at him. “Oh hush,” she grumbled, her scowl quickly turning into a smile despite herself.
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© 2011 Jessica M. Walshaw