Katrina, just about the age her youngest daughter is when Our Story Begins; Katrina, runaway, lost girl in a very strange world. Newly arrived in Shayara. Newly becoming acquainted with who - and what - she is.
And she is invited to a masked ball.
So - Katrina, scanning the ballroom of House L'Arath through the very-decorated domino mask held to her eyes, glittering ribbons cascading and tangling in her long dark-gold hair, over her bare shoulders... trying to look comfortable in the elaborate ballgown. Trying to look like maybe she belongs here - attempting to convince herself as much as anyone else. Poised on the edge of the dancefloor, watched by Janos and Stephen. Looking for a friend, and about to find one in Alexander Tallart - the man who will become the Telenias.
“Music is the space between the notes.”
- Claude Debussy
I love writing the epic battles, the banter, the life-changing events.
But even more than that, I love writing the moments before those things. The moments between. Katrina's hesitation when Stephen recruits her to the breeding program. Alanna's battles with herself. Fenris's grief, Capri's anger, Donna's love.
There are so many things I can never show you. There are so many things that you must infer from what I can give you.
Life is not long enough to tell you this whole story.
I can only hope that you hear the spaces between the notes - that, in Katrina's later actions, you remember this girl. That, in Julia's fights with Kieran, you remember her early life, and his, and the girl whose heart they come to share. That, in Fenris's dealings with Alanna, you remember all that Jessa was to him - and what she did to Jessa, and why.
And I can only hope that I'm making sense, as I took my wacky nighttime drugs a little bit ago and will likely not remember making this post in the morning. :P