Suspicions? Like what? :D I love knowing what's going on in other people's heads. Mostly because I'm beginning to suspect that things are vastly different in my own head, from how they come across on the page.
Strong hands remove Hope from Masbolle’s lap, and bring her face to face with this supposed Uncle. His expression changes from irritation to wonder as he stares into Hope’s face.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her. “You look just like Keladry.”
my little fannish heart skipped a beat - was Hope Kel and Lerant's daughter? But then I can read Lerant into lots of things.
Hmm - that reads as excessively shippy - I am enjoying reading your fic for many reasons, foremost the lovely descriptive writing and characterisation.
Hee! Of course I can neither confirm nor deny at this point in time, but I can see why you might think that. (It's a good thing that the internet is between us, because I am basically the world's worst secret keeper...)
I love how Owen and Wyldon never grow past their Squire-Training Master relationship of mutual disrespect. So funny. Your Wyldon is amazing:
“That’s hardly true,” says Wyldon, tucking a piece of stray hair behind Kel’s ear. “I’ve never met a finer girl than the one who is sitting right here, in front of me.”
A slow, stunned smile creeps over Kel’s face and she beams at Wyldon.
“So Jesslaw,” she says after a moment of silence. “Any ideas for a name?”
“Oh, no,” says Wyldon. “Don’t let him choose. He named my grandson Willow.”
I know that the father probably isn't the obvious one, but I'll just be over here, shipping your Kel/Lerant like crazy.
I found this story through Piercefic 08. I read all 3 chapters tonight and wanted to tell you how impressed I am with the story. New Hope/Mindelan's Bound practically seems like a character itself--I like your descriptions of the statue of Kel, Peachblossom, the birds, and Jump. I'm interested in Hope and her father and the mystery of how Kel decided to be a mother. Thanks for sharing!
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I really like the first section, how Kel and Lerant communicate without saying much, and the elegant way you get that across in your writing.
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Strong hands remove Hope from Masbolle’s lap, and bring her face to face with this supposed Uncle. His expression changes from irritation to wonder as he stares into Hope’s face.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her. “You look just like Keladry.”
my little fannish heart skipped a beat - was Hope Kel and Lerant's daughter? But then I can read Lerant into lots of things.
Hmm - that reads as excessively shippy - I am enjoying reading your fic for many reasons, foremost the lovely descriptive writing and characterisation.
And now I am blathering. Do ignore me.
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I would never ignore you, I love your comments!
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“That’s hardly true,” says Wyldon, tucking a piece of stray hair behind Kel’s ear. “I’ve never met a finer girl than the one who is sitting right here, in front of me.”
A slow, stunned smile creeps over Kel’s face and she beams at Wyldon.
“So Jesslaw,” she says after a moment of silence. “Any ideas for a name?”
“Oh, no,” says Wyldon. “Don’t let him choose. He named my grandson Willow.”
I know that the father probably isn't the obvious one, but I'll just be over here, shipping your Kel/Lerant like crazy.
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Excellent work :)
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