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Cross-Post of Writeblr Intro!

Writeblr Re-Intro

(Originally posted to @directionoftime - just moving my writeblr to this blog!)

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and ended up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create

Anyone's welcome to be +/- tag list!

Thank's so much for reading! :)



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Palesa: *returns from the dead to roast her husband's decorating choices*

#sauvarin #sauvarin sunday #in honor of the last* edit #this fucker is finally finished #just shy of it's 9th birthday

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Writeblr Re-Intro

Hey Writeblr!! I attempted to join the community a few years back but way too quickly found myself overwhelmed and eneded up fizzling out >.> but I'm back now and hoping to make a better (less stressed out) effort! A bit worried I might have burnt-off some of the writeblr folks by just kinda peace-ing out, but I really do hope to make a better go of it this time around and post/interact more often! (I have so many writeblr posts to catch up on, yikes!)

About me: Vera (she/her) I have been writing consistenly for a solid 15ish years now, have a creative writing master's behind me, (and over a million combined words in fan-fic LOL) and finally feel in a creative place where I'm ready to (hopefully) start publishing, in whatever form it takes!

So, onto the point here: Novel Intro!

YES! Some of you (might) remember my novel Sauvarin - well, it's back, babey! And about 95-99% complete!! Currently on my last round of scene-rewrites and line editing before I begin the horrifying task of querying!

Only been ten years in the making, lmao >.>

So, what the heck is SAUVARIN??

TLDR: fantasy post-apocalypse featuring an autistic blacksmith who is utterly oblivious to the local boot-legger Trying Very HArd to be her girlfriend (pray for Yenn, y'all! She is being SO brave about it!) Said blacksmith, Isaura, is instead on A Mission Of Great Importance to inter the ashes of her surrogate father, Soo-young, in his childhood home town. Except, no one's ever heard of this town, the internet's broken, and she accidenatlly discovers that METAL IS LIVING NOW???

Why do all "simple requests" always end up being the most cataclysmic???

Want to know more? Please go ahead, if not, thanks for looking in this far :)

Well, on to major themes and elements! We've got:

NON-DYSTOPIAN post-apocalypse (we're currently living in the dystopia, y'all!), set in the near distant future where the vast majority of humanity has fled climate change to an orbital space station leaving circa 10million people on earth. The endlings determined to protect what they still can, raise their children, protect their towns, and face whatever magic storms come their way. But right now? They have food, they have community, and there's always something silly to laugh at!

It is a LOW-FANTASY, meaning we've got: freaky and intelligent animals! A magic so new to the world, most people don't realise it's possible! The corpse of god! Cool mushrooms! A darkness that watches YOU! Baba-Yaga (she's a scientist now)! Old women who Take No Shit But Absolutely Know How To Harm!

NATURE mutating - what it "reclaims" in some areas, it mutates in others, or simply allows itself to start anew. Nature in this novel is very much embodiying the quote: "you cannot kill me in a way that matters". Freaky deer. Metal predators. Plants that grab onto YOU.

NOBODY WINS, BUT NO ONE LOSES EITHER the head of Department for Zoology took one look at the "provisional government" and just fucked off into the woods (Baba Yaga). "The Hero" of the orbital space station realising what their heroism actually cost the earth in raw materials. The dead are returned, but not to the life they remembered leaving. Sometimes you do, in fact, find the ghost of a child in the woods (it's okay if you are not sure what to do next).

Well, that's probably enough for now. I'll do some character intro posts (as memes!) hopefully over the weekend - it's a fairly big cast with a lot of minor-in-screen-time-but-major-in-plot characters so it'll be a bit of a series, I think.

Any questions? Feel free to ask! But I will be moving all writeblr stuff/posts about this blog over to my new side blog @veratasswrites so if you want to follow the posts, please follow that blog!

I'll tag some of the old writeblrs I'd followed/who were so awesome and welcoming the first time - but if you're not interested or anything I really mean NO PRESSURE!

@ryan-shepard-writes, @writeblrfantasy, @magic-is-something-we-create,

#writeblr #fantasy writing #writeblr intro #sauvarin

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day 4822:

I have figured out the plot hole, but forgotten how words work

#sauvarin #late stage editing fun #:(

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Soo-young: *staring at Isaura* is anyone gonna take care of that?

Also Soo-young: *doesn't wait for an answer*

#sauvarin sunday #I love this character *who doesn't even appear in the novel* SO much y'all

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Cats, Cartography, and Crappy Mental Health

So... yeah August is always a bad month :( 

I was so looking forwards to jumping into the writblr community but brain went: No. Sad. Stop. No interact, only scroll.

So... yeah sorry about that. Decided to console myself with a bit of map making, first for a really long time, as I’ve been diving into high-fantasy for my next novel. I don’t see many maps floating about on tmblr come to the think of it (???) So I don’t know if you’ll like this, but eh. 

This is for And We Were Given Trees (or Witch O’The Woods as I keep calling it in my head lol) Been a rather enjoyable tool to help worldbuild tbh, as I placed the cities, they inevitable brought up questions about how does this community feed itself? What access to resources do they have? Are they in a defensible position? Do they need to be? Are they cut off? Has the geography been impacted by the people or vice versa?

What relics of a time gone by can I throw in? Who were they? Why were they? Does anyone remember them?  Its worth a go if you find yourself a bit stuck answering some of the more general questions / background info that might never get a proper explanation/examination in text. 

WASD20 on youtube has great map-making tutorial playlist for those interested:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2q-eDLiqtdg

The novel overall is about 20k (including notes) so its taking shape, I think! I’d like to post some snippets here and there, or I can post some for Sauvarin if people would rather read some that beast? 

Feel free to ask any questions you like! ^_ ^ 

In case you’re wondering why there is a specific segment so unfinished: -_ -’’’

@writeblrfantasy​, @magic-is-something-we-create​, @inky-duchess​ and @inherentlywritten - you fired me up with your awesome nano post! XDD I think I’m forgetting a lot of people here, sorry!

#writeblr fantasy #maps #fantasy maps #novels #worldbuilding

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Turns Out, I Write Stuff

Well, after a long time hiding in fanfic (and then not writing it) and an even longer time not quiiiiiite getting* fantasy, I've decide to do A Thing. The Thing being to write stuff in a blog post. (And yes, I'll need a week to recover from this.) But the other things I've been doing is writing original fiction: novels!

For those who know me from FFN/AO3, you know I like my stories loooooooong!

But, all things considered, I'm rather new to the fantasy genre (I guess Naruto counts as fantasy, but does fan-fic????) and I've had a blast world and character building, I know I drew a lot from the fan-fic approach. Exposition? Never heard of her!

To the WIPs:

Sauvarin: As a blacksmith, playing with fire is her jam, but does she have to poke that many ghosts bears? To be fair to her, even the bears keep well away from the weird shit in The Woods, so... who else has she got to annoy? 

FEATURES: Sword lesbians! (Love interest: a local bootlegger in a town under prohibition) A scientist who just went to Live In The Woods because FUCK bureaucracy. Ghosts (magical ghosts). There's magic in that there music. Very ANGY magical cat made of metal (who may or may not be under the control of a certain nearby "cave"). The world is diverse and so is this story, no TERFs allowed in my fantasy lands! Just remember: life and death are transitory states - and the taiga remembers all who enter it.

BOTTOM LINE: we're all people, and the value of community should never be underestimated.

STATUS: complete! A short ~100K. Currently would love some beta-reader input (on a reciprocal basis, of course!) I’ve been “writing” this since 2014, when I thrashed out a version for NaNoWriMo and only recently came back to flesh out an old story I loved.

NOTES: dithers on the line of sci-fi, set future-earth with a lot of refs to space/tech and a whole bunch of chaotic scientists trying to understand this havoc-riddled world they once called the earth. Assumption this “magic” can be scienced. 

And We Were Given Trees: Imagine dressing up as you local deity to get the magic-police off your back, who think you're One Of Them, only... for your actual god to show up and ask but a single, earnest question: Am I a joke to you?

FEATURES: Ma-ma-ma-magic. Classes of magic. (This magic can be faked, who knew? Probably the same people who think Rube Goldberg machines can be put to good use). Dark woods containing Aesthetique Castle. Sexy god lady - and she's not bound by your hetero-normative agenda, Carol. The superstitious are as cruel as they are easy to fool. Frightening, really, how quickly a simple message get diluted by greed.

BOTTOM LINE: surface level alterations are no substitute for meaningful, intentional change.

STATUS: about 2k in?? Again, would love some early feedback, since this is a very heavy world-build story, much more hard-fantasy than S, so at the moment, unsure how steep the learning curve should be (??)

NOTES: provisional title so far. This is currently same-universe as Sauvarin, but a completely different cast of characters/area of the world/period in time, but might change, planning a bit of a "universe" series, of different characters/setting/stages of change, showing the magic systems at different levels of "evolution". 

I'm not much a part of the writeblr community yet, but I would love to get more involved. So here is an attempt on my part! I would love to offer some beta-reading/critiques to any who are looking, or join up with any existing beta-circles. I am currently half-way through an MA in creative writing myself but FUCK this pandemic is a pain in my ass. As I’m sure it has been for everyone!

Many thanks to @writeblrfantasy for offering so many great links and a friendly welcome. Hello @inky-duchess, thanks to you, too, for the welcome! And to @pens-swords-stuff for such useful writeblr advice on your blog.

I extend my “hellos” to @magic-is-something-we-create and @stardustspiral, I’m sure there are plenty more in the community I hope to meet soon.

Gosh, I’ve been here five minutes and you’re all so friendly! ^_ ^ Damn motivation is a helluva drug! 

*By which I mean reading a lot of old fantasy where the only interesting thing about it was weird-looking people and cool lands, of male characters getting endless perfection and female characters getting to be a pair of boobs on legs but no sense of characters or arcs or development. I know that stuff was out there but young me didn't know how to find it. 

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Happy WBW from magic-is-something-we-create!! This is more of a general question aimed at all of your worlds, but which one is your personal favorite, if you can choose? What's your favorite aspect of each of them? Feel free to tell us all about it!!!

Happy WBW (part 2 lol) @magic-is-something-we-create

Ooof! That’s a hard question... I love Sauvarin for it’s good good ecological shit (I’m LIVING for magical creatures which are essentially the earth’s manifestation of “i’m gonna fuck shit up” against inflexible humans)

the world of Anteros is so much deeper (as a high-fantasy), it’s honestly a pleasure to just draw stuff and then figure out the worldbuilding (seriously, maps cure SO many wb problems lmao) and just enjoying dreaming up magic/people/gods/world/cute spooky hermit crabs (who may or may not know more than they let on with their tiny judging stalk-eyes), not to mention that good catharsis as the hand of god author to slap the shit out of those asshole characters.... eventually, at least 

Ah, my poor sweet Isthmus... so abandoned but with so much potential!!! Fiesty robots who don’t NEED words to express their hatred. Sentient ship who WILL figure out those protocol subroutines and MAKE YOU CHOKE ON THEM. Even in space, you can still be a captain with an arch-nemesis (Hosni looking at you!) lol 

So, I guess tl;dr is no. But I suppose Sauv is top of the list since I am now on draft 3 (pls god make this the last T.T) and hooooooooppppeefully think about querying this year. Gotta save up some “definitely a normal, functioning human” vibes for that 

Thanks!! Happy Wednesday ^_ ^ 

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Happy WBW from magic-is-something-we-create!! In your description for Isthmus, you mention 'translation hijinks' and I would love to know more about that! What kinds of things tend to get mistranslated, or get lost in translation (literally)? Are there any weirdly-specific words in the alien languages that come up? Do most people ever have to deal with these hijinks?

Thank you for the ask @magic-is-something-we-create! Happy WBW!! Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it’s been just THAT long since I’ve put any work into Isthmus (sorry bby-WIP, I still love you!!!) that I had to go back and reread some my docs and.... it seems I hadn’t got nearly far enough with my translation-hijinks as I had intended!  So local highlights: the sentient Ship, adapting to and learning about human [specifically] English bullshittery “It seems we are ‘doing the run’” as well as things from the Ship’s “early years” with its pervious owner, “a hurried budding creates an anxious adult”, as.....someone says, somewhere. Alien-wise, the crew first encounter a non-hostile species who have no concept of gender, and one young assistant becomes ENTHRALLED with Hosni’s proclaimed arch nemesis (who of course got stuck along with them on this crazy-train) and... he is less than impressed at this 8ft alien following him around like a baby-cousin, emulating his every move. Some learn more than others in this exchange. A thing that made me inexplicably happy: the former Emissary/one of the First Species lands on a planet to hide, where he comes across a primitive species, making their over version of life upon a vast ocean world. They have but a small archipelago, and a simple yet rich, semi-aquatic life. They’re advanced in their own way, but the best his translation can do is “chatty newts”. It tickled me then, and it tickles me now. Sorry if this is rather unsatisfactory, I’m afraid I blitzed a certain portion of this novel (~1/3 - 1/2 (bare bones/notes Vs actual draft writing) and it needs a huge amount of planning+redrafting) but ending up hitting a major depressive episode + cray busy with my then work and.... then embroiled my self in working on a proper draft of at least one thing (Sauvarin). My brain is a mess :) 

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happy WBW from @magic-is-something-we-create!!! I would love to hear more about the huge deer in the world of Sauvarin, and what makes them scary!!! They sound so cool!!

Hey! Happy WBW, thanks for much for the ask @magic-is-something-we-create! :D 

Novel-wise there is only one (universe-wise?? Who knows??) It makes a grand total of three appearances in the novel, but this is it’s first, any by no means covers all of it’s... err... “abilities” shall we say [for context the golden lines/tattoos grow on everyone who spends enough time in the taiga]: This hasn’t undergone a proper edit btw, so might still be a bit rough lol

“The gnarled foot was a twisted tangled mess of writhing branch, bone, and rock. A long slender leg strode from the darkness; it touched gently down onto the grassy clearing with the kind of delicacy reserved for things brittle and ancient. And in that moment, it was as if a light had been shone through time, through spectra. Everyone lost arose again, as if stepping through a brumous veil to once again taste life; they filled the streets like a summer’s day. Some walked slowly through town chatting with old friends, their smiles easy and their words a comfortable, blended murmur. There and gone again, like the flash of shadow from a passing light.

Every inch of every person’s skin danced with shimmering golden lines. A large white dog bounded down the road, his too-big limbs flopping with the same ungainly abandon as his tongue and ears whilst he hurried to his master’s whistle. A small child, her arms struggling to hold the bunch of knobbly carrots, their stems dancing as she scampered ahead of her ambling grandfather. Her footsteps fading into view for a few precious seconds, along with her infectious laughter, the glittering tattoos curled about her chubby face. She was gone again, almost as quickly as she had appeared. The dog took his last bounding leap and flew straight out of the moment.”

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Snippet and a question

Wow, the writeblr community is grand! Thank you all so much for your kind responses and welcomes to my intro post! <3 

I thought I’d post up here part of the opening to Sauvarin, since a handful of people seemed to like the idea of it, it will be below the cut as it’s 700ish words. It was originally a prologue but I keep hearing whispers about how prologues should be burnt at the stake (?) Eh. For those interested, feel free for a read ^_ ^ 

The question is of a particular portion of text and its aimed at those who are trans / part of the community (if you’re happy to answer, of course, no pressure!)

I have a FTM character in Sauvarin, and I’m cautious of getting some wording right.

Context: Max Arisan is the Patron of Sauvarin, is FTM but still has breasts. This is mentioned only once in text as a “this is who this guy is but it isn’t relevant to his character arc, just want y’all to be sure you know” kinda thing. My question is really about just the wording of the part in bold is it... accurate? Reflective? Not offensive?* I know “preferred” isn’t right, but is “correct”? Is there a better word to use?

If it is completely wrong please let me know so I can fix it! I have been doing what research I can but I am coming at it from a somewhat... abstract angle, and I want it to sound natural in the text, rather than like some clinical case-study.

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[...] He began, leaning back on the edge of his desk and it was only now Isaura registered what she had been seeing: Max had breasts.

‘Yes, it was quite uneventful, surprisingly. Just me, Bartrum, and miles and miles of forest.’ Isaura kept her eyes trained on his face at such an unusual turn of events; surgeries and hormone replacements were so efficient and effective the average person could be living fully as their correct gender inside very few months. Something major must have happened to disrupt the process so significantly. Or perhaps he was just more comfortable this way; it was hardly her place to question it.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read! 

@writeblrfantasy @magic-is-something-we-create @linariouswrites @furryarbiterangel @wildswrites @inky-duchess 

* I am aware of the whole “stay in your lane” discourse thing about people/characters but the only convincing reason I could think of for him to not be trans is that I’m not trans myself. BUT since his character isn’t about him “being trans” he’s just a character who is trans and also x, y, z, I didn’t see it as a good enough reason not to include ??

Second half of the intro, (1300 words total lol and it seemed too much to post here). So, the only context you’re missing is: Bartrum is a horse; they’re very close to the town but haven’t go there yet, and the opening to the opening is just Isaura [protag] listening to an old guy talk about space [less boring than it sounds but not really anything happens happens, so...] Oh! And they’re deep in the taiga, far east of what was known as Siberia.

Hope you like it! Anyone interested in a character run down, btw? 

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The approaching rumble of cars had Isaura hop off and hurry to pull him up the short, steep bank out of the way. Bartrum, clearly unimpressed with their stop-start travel, remained stubbornly still until the screech of tyres on gravel spooked him. He squealed his fear, kicking hooves had her recoil and his thundering body knocked her into a nearby bush as he bolted into the woods. Isaura scrambled to her feet, anger drowning out pain as she barked at the nearest car, ‘Oi! Watch it!’

It hesitated for the briefest of moments; the driver’s face ducked low to stare at Isaura out from the passenger window. His look was pointed, cold and selfish as they locked upon her; inspecting, demanding, reducing, memorising. As if assigned her to some imaginary end of his own devising. The kind of look that can raise hairs from a hundred paces. They stared at each other for a few long seconds, Isaura’s guard instantly high as she steeled herself against the encroachment. The driver cocked his head slightly, listening to some instruction or other from a passenger, fixed his eyes on the road and accelerated away. The following car kept up with the first, no one so much as casting a glance her way. Isaura swept her dripping hair from her face and turned to chase after the horse, finally realising what was wrong with the convoy: the cars had drivers. Hadn’t she been told that travel to Sauvarin by way of a car wasn’t an option?

‘Bartrum!’ She called out, following the trail of destruction through the underbrush, ‘Bar-Bar! Where’ve you gone?’ The rain fell thickly and only the Bartrum-sized hole left her any clue to his direction. At least she saw no sign her baggage had fallen. ‘Bar-Bar! C’mon, you stupid horse, where the hell are you—’ She found herself upon a sudden clearing, barely a few feet in diameter, not one branch dared encroach.  

 The skull was a stark white against the intense green grass which grew with a flourish around it and through it, as though it had been sat in a fallowed field through an even-tempered summer; blades had woven their way through the few remaining teeth. Enormous helical, branching horns sat firm against the skull. From each pitch-dark eye socket grew the trunks of a pine, the two stems twisted and curved around the top of the skull before finding their way back to each other only to separate yet again into two branching bronchioles of needle clusters, each just a little shy of the other. They seemed to weave through and around the existing horns, as if aware of them; the tree itself looked ancient and weathered, barely a meter or so in height. From its nostrils poked tiny, delicate flowers of pink and yellow and blue. 

Isaura stared, transfixed by the scene, for a silent eternity before something pulled her from her revere and she backtracked, giving the small clearing a wide berth. No animal Isaura had ever heard of grew horns like those. She felt its presence loom at her back but focused on following Bartrum’s trail, which ended abruptly on an overgrown road. It had once been paved, but was criss-crossed with cracks and fractures, now home only to weeds, moss, and grass. Bartrum, only a few paces away, stood stock still staring up the abandoned track, his ears pricked and his body tense.

‘Bar-Bar, there you are!’ She approached him slowly, careful not to spook him further; the sign up ahead drew her attention: Sauvarin Mine. It had clearly once stood proud above the road, but its background had faded and the formerly sharp lines of contrast were blurred almost beyond recognition. It was barely held aloft leaning as it did on a tree branch, its left post long destroyed. A guilty testament for the human proclivity to create and then abandon. ‘Well, I guess this means we’re in the right place, eh, Bartrum?’ She spoke to the horse, gently stroking his neck — he still hadn’t moved, not even a blink. ‘And here I’d been hoping it was because of the mine that I’d been offered this place, but what good is a blacksmith without metal?’ Bartrum’s ear finally twitched, she took hold of his reigns, clicked her tongue a few times, he at last turned around to let her lead him down the broken track to the main road. The rain slowed to a drizzle as Isaura glanced over her shoulder back up at the neglected sign, where it slouched in the small break of trees, like a lonely stranger who’d offer their secrets only to those with the confidence to ask.

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