Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
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And for today's installment of "don't you hate it when..."

I need to work on the primer. I need to work on Walking on Water. I should type up the bits I've scrawled in my notebook over the past week, the Telenias conversations and the two pieces that I can't share with you for years because they take place after the battle that closes Act Two and you don't get to know yet who lives and who dies.

And there's someone else in my head. Sara Tallart. Only my most devoted readers have seen her, and only in glimpses - the night of the Purges, you see her helping with triage in the coffeehouse. Those who read up on the Kirayth know that she's Joseph Keleyn's girlfriend; he fell for her the first time he saw her sing. Two bits in my past Blogathon flash-fictions have been about her, though I didn't mention her by name.

In my head, Sara is sitting on a couch at the coffeehouse with her acoustic guitar, light brown hair falling over one shoulder, focused intently on a song. It's a sad-Sara day, as Joseph calls them - when they happen, he holds her all through the night, almost as if to keep her there. She tells him she feels homesick, and he's surprised - Shayara is Home. No one feels homesick here. She looks up at him - "I had another life before I came here," she says.

And she's sitting on the couch, people giving her a wide berth since she's obviously not up for company, and she's touching the strings gently so's not to be disruptive, and she sings quietly:

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine


And ach, Sara - please be temporarily exorcised by this post. Because like the song, you are folded, and you are not yet done unfolding, and the scene in my head is still protean; I know what you tell Joseph, but I don't yet know just how it goes.

But I Know you; you are Known. Rest now.
Tags: shayara.sara, writerbrain
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