My hand jerked as Trafford pulled me forward. Already I was out of synchronization with the circle. Concentration was vital, but I knew it would not be enough. It never was. I went forward as everyone else stepped back. I pulled left, Trafford tugged me right. The drums pounded, the cobblestones throbbed, the lengthening shadows shimmered--and my feet would not send me in the direction of the dance.
"Enough!" shouted Mythil.
The music stopped in mid-beat. I looked up to see the aging satrap glaring at me. Hastily I stepped back into line beside Trafford.
"You! Out. Someone else take her place."
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Nano count- 3109
A successful first day. Here's a little snippet of Krin participating in a Dance of Ritual...or is she?