Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Fall 1st Page Critique Blog Hop
A special thank you to Michelle Hauck for putting on this fun blog hop! And also to anyone that critiques the first 249 words on my National Novel Writing Month project SAMANA'S FLAIR.
The gentle tug of fingers raked through Samana’s black hair. She let out a breath, glancing around the dim adobe room, and soaked in the melody filling it. What once was somebody’s thatch-roofed pueblo now embraced her and Dimirez.
The haunting song faded into the shadows, and Samana turned to her Wanderer-sister.
“Do you have to stop?”
Dimirez’s cheeks bunched as she smiled. “Singing or brushing your hair?”
“Both.” Samana gathered her locks over one shoulder and began to braid them. “Your songs are so beautiful, especially the one you sing all the time. No wonder your flair came in as birds.”
Dimirez touched her chest, where a swirling trio of birds cascaded down from her shoulder in black lines. Then she fastened Samana’s braid with a leather tie. “Music beckons the soul from its darkest places.”
“Where did you hear that?” Samana asked.
Dimirez paused. “I don’t remember, but I wish I could. It was a long time ago, before I was dropped at the North Chawe house with a few other children.”
Samana nodded repeatedly, as though that could somehow shake away their family-less status.
“But look at us now!” Dimirez swept from their place on a pile of empty cloth sacks. “We finally have a place to call our own! If I can keep finding places to sing for trade, we can make a life here. All we have to do is avoid getting snatched up and sent to the mines for a little while.”