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Good afternoon, snippetteers! It’s a weekend of emptying kitchen cabinets and distributing their contents around the rest of the house, of doing laundry by the basketful, and trying to determine which items from my kitchen I cannot do without for two and a half weeks. It’s a weekend of backache, too. All the lifting and shifting is annoying muscles barely recovered from being yanked the wrong way. But… it’s lovely weather, I have music, and there’s something soothing in sorting and decluttering that lets me think. And hopefully help me fill in the last three chapters of Healing Glass.
I’m still snipping from my fantasy novel, and today we’re with Minel. He lives on the highest level of the floating city and – in deference to his skill and mastery of his craft – has rooms with a terrace, giving him a wonderful view over the sea to the forest that Falcon calls home. Right now, he’s standing right on the edge of his favourite space, trying to make a choice. (I know I went a bit over, but I needed that last paragraph! Also, this is the condensed version. The actual scene is much longer!)
From Healing Glass
Despite his illness, despite knowing that his remaining time was running out, Minel was content, though he was in two minds over which path to take. Focus on his craft and create as much as he could in the time left to him, or rest and hope that the disease would progress slowly enough to allow him to see Falcon one last time when he came up to the city for the festival.
The knowledge that he might never see Falcon again was painful. He’d never bothered to contemplate where souls went after death, but faced with the end of his life he hoped it was somewhere he could keep his memories.
And therein he had his answer. Eschewing work and patiently waiting for death in the hope that death came late enough to let him see Falcon one more time… that path wasn’t for him. It wasn’t a path that honoured his work or the essence of all that was Falcon, all that inspired Minel.
Acceptance washed over him, took some of the heat from his blood and a little of the tightness from his chest. The breeze picked up, and he spread his arms and closed his eyes to the endless green. As he’d done many times before he listened to the city’s dreams as he stood, breathing peace and harmony, poised on the edge of the abyss.