As I've posted repeatedly, I'm taking this week off from public updates.
I'll still be scheduling chapters to post on (I'm not going to disappoint people paying to read my work), but I'm not going to be doing public updates across any platforms. At present, I'll be homeless before TEWWBAD concludes, and I need this week to write something that I can sell to stay solvent. Wish me luck. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n0velfire.net
on Tuesday the 23rd of September. Until then...
See Saphienne as she was becoming, the forthright young girl, fourteen years old. Her hair was once more brown as the earth, and she was still pale — though even these features had begun to lose their resemblance to those of the quiet child she once was, her hair thicker, gloss beginning on her skin. Her eyes were still green, but their childlike openness and passivity had been replaced by sharp observation and implicit judgement, qualities which shone brightly even when she said little. She was tall, though not yet as tall as fully grown elves, and she was not so slight in build as before, though her figure was still reaching out toward her forthcoming womanhood.
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Yet the most striking change was in her face, which no longer had the proportions of a child. Saphienne now regarded the world through an expression of confidence, worn to mask her incipient resentment toward anyone and everyone who held authority over her life. She was not in rebellion, not then, but even the way she wore her light grey, apprentice’s robes evidenced her irreverence where others would bow down. She carried the satchel slung against her hip like it was a sheath for a weapon, one hand upon the shoulder strap — and the sharp pens readied within kept a keen edge.