Writer's Block: Hobby Lobby
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Plot bunnies! I have a shedful.
I took tonight off as a 'reward' for breaking the 15k mark! Yay!
*bounces* And so my daughter and I went to see Tin Tin. I've heard bad things about it but Jen and I loved it. There was a lot of sly humour, slapstick and innuendo that put it right up my alley. And I adored the rottweiller! Some of the animation was a bit on the clever clever side, but it was so damn clever I could forgive it. It's grand to be able to unfocus on the main characters when they get irritating and find little gems of action in the background.Good fun.
Hmm daily snippet? Or nearly daily.
With a bridle in each hand he turned the horses to lead them past the hall towards the track and he sang as he walked. He chose a nursery song that he had enjoyed singing to little Ox, good and loud at first but dropping to a croon when a few paces away. “And so he calls to his nimble hounds, Giff, Gaff, come by, fetch fetch.”
The last two words woke echoes of harp song and Cynfal pulled the two horses up and peered past the head of Cynon’s bay. Gwion was in the doorway of the hall, harp held loosely in his arms. He looked at the bay then back at Cynfal.
“Cynon’s in the church,” Cynfal said. He smiled and shook his head as he saw concern dawning in Gwion’s eyes. “No, he isn’t hurt. He’s looking after one of our lads. Pup – do you know him? Erthgi?”
Gwion nodded and came a little closer. He slung the harp from its strap to hang against his back and reached to pat the bay horse’s neck. Cynfal waited, sensing a struggle as Gwion licked his lips and swallowed.
“Pup?” he whispered, his voice a harsh croak. “Not hurt badly?”
“Badly enough but he’ll heal,” Cynfal assured him. “Are you playing tonight in the hall?”
Gwion shrugged. “Going home,” he said. “I could help?” Even croaked the suggestion was tentative, as though too many offers of help, pleas for companionship, had been rejected..
“If you’re going my way?” Cynfal said and smiled at him. “But I’ve been told to walk the horses. It’ll take longer but ...?”
“S’all right.” Gwion’s smile was dazzling as he took the reins of the bay and came to walk at Cynfal’s shoulder. “Long ride?”
“Very long.” Cynfal slowed his pace to a dawdle, quite content to while away time this way. “We rode to the sea.”
Gwion looked a question so Cynfal began to explain, telling him of their adventures, how Pup had fallen, about the bridge they had built, about how they had almost lost two horses crossing a bog. “It’s funny but the one Cynon loaned me is about the smallest in the troop but he’s got the most go in him. Tiny little thing – looks like a sheep. Not sure how he’ll go in battle but on the march I wouldn’t swap him for any of the others.”
Gwion made a strange choking sound but when Cynfal saw the bright look in his eyes he realised he was laughing.
Plot bunnies! I have a shedful.
I took tonight off as a 'reward' for breaking the 15k mark! Yay!
*bounces* And so my daughter and I went to see Tin Tin. I've heard bad things about it but Jen and I loved it. There was a lot of sly humour, slapstick and innuendo that put it right up my alley. And I adored the rottweiller! Some of the animation was a bit on the clever clever side, but it was so damn clever I could forgive it. It's grand to be able to unfocus on the main characters when they get irritating and find little gems of action in the background.Good fun.
Hmm daily snippet? Or nearly daily.
With a bridle in each hand he turned the horses to lead them past the hall towards the track and he sang as he walked. He chose a nursery song that he had enjoyed singing to little Ox, good and loud at first but dropping to a croon when a few paces away. “And so he calls to his nimble hounds, Giff, Gaff, come by, fetch fetch.”
The last two words woke echoes of harp song and Cynfal pulled the two horses up and peered past the head of Cynon’s bay. Gwion was in the doorway of the hall, harp held loosely in his arms. He looked at the bay then back at Cynfal.
“Cynon’s in the church,” Cynfal said. He smiled and shook his head as he saw concern dawning in Gwion’s eyes. “No, he isn’t hurt. He’s looking after one of our lads. Pup – do you know him? Erthgi?”
Gwion nodded and came a little closer. He slung the harp from its strap to hang against his back and reached to pat the bay horse’s neck. Cynfal waited, sensing a struggle as Gwion licked his lips and swallowed.
“Pup?” he whispered, his voice a harsh croak. “Not hurt badly?”
“Badly enough but he’ll heal,” Cynfal assured him. “Are you playing tonight in the hall?”
Gwion shrugged. “Going home,” he said. “I could help?” Even croaked the suggestion was tentative, as though too many offers of help, pleas for companionship, had been rejected..
“If you’re going my way?” Cynfal said and smiled at him. “But I’ve been told to walk the horses. It’ll take longer but ...?”
“S’all right.” Gwion’s smile was dazzling as he took the reins of the bay and came to walk at Cynfal’s shoulder. “Long ride?”
“Very long.” Cynfal slowed his pace to a dawdle, quite content to while away time this way. “We rode to the sea.”
Gwion looked a question so Cynfal began to explain, telling him of their adventures, how Pup had fallen, about the bridge they had built, about how they had almost lost two horses crossing a bog. “It’s funny but the one Cynon loaned me is about the smallest in the troop but he’s got the most go in him. Tiny little thing – looks like a sheep. Not sure how he’ll go in battle but on the march I wouldn’t swap him for any of the others.”
Gwion made a strange choking sound but when Cynfal saw the bright look in his eyes he realised he was laughing.
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