Friday, September 12, 2014

Corruption Rent: Day 1

Word Count: 6,002

Summary of Events:
Chapter 1:
Étienne engaged in battle with the army of Wouest Suid as he's been doing day in and day out for eleven years, while Agathe reluctantly helped her sister shoe a horse before getting into a heated discussion about the necessity of doing as much being as there were no men in town and she felt it improper for them to be daring to use their father's forge.
Chapter 2:
Étienne went to Premierpetit to visit his wife Jacinthe after fighting was over for another day. Agathe and her younger sister hoed the garden and discussed the ridiculous idea going around that if only they would present enough money the Wouest Suides would release their men. Étienne then reluctantly left his wife and headed back to the battlefield, wishing that the fighting would end.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Finally he exited the camp and got onto the fairly broad and level pathway — wide enough to bear a good-sized wagon — and asked his horse to pick up speed. They moved along the pathway, winding between the peaks of the low mountains until they came to a valley.
The valley was filled with many flickering lights, across the bottom and up the sides; it would've been an optimal place to put a camp, except that for years before there had been a city built up here, which was their stronghold: Premierpetit, situated just beneath the headwaters of le Rivière de Petit, which went for not too long of a distance before feeding into le Rivière de Blanche which, in turn, emptied into le Baie de Turquoie in the south.
He sighed as he thought about it. He hadn't known the years when Le Ganéis' southern border had touched le Baie de Turquoie; his father had. But he hadn't. Now the mouth of le Rivière de Blanche was flanked by Les Suides, and the Suid-Estées.
Shaking his head, he nudged his horse down the gentle incline, between the outlying residences of Premierpetit. Now was not the time to be downcast at all that had happened in the nearly four and a half decades of war. Now was the time to think about the one who helped him forget that there was a war, had ever been a war, or would be a war for an unknown time to come.
Riding through the streets, he made his way to the eastern side of the city, climbing up a bit of an incline, and arriving at the house. He put his horse in the stables and tossed in a good pile of hay.
Then he went inside. Quietly he removed his armour, hanging it by the door. He moved through the house on silent feet until he came to the main chamber. Sitting in a chair near the fire, working on some kind of handcraft, she sat. Oblivious to his presence.
Stepping silently forward he put his hands on her shoulders. She startled and looked up. Ready, he met her face with his won and lightly touched his lips to hers. After an initial moment of surprise she engaged in the sweet exchange.
After a moment all too brief for his liking she pulled way. He opened his eyes and gazed into hers, dark as midnight, but alight with life and joy. He took in her face. Light as eggshell, soft as goat's leather, framed by hair darker than her eyes — which would've seemed impossible — bringing out her delicate face and its features, the fine chiseling of her face. All of its beauty. His beautiful — rapturously beautiful — Jacinthe.
Her soft, gentle hand caressed his jaw. "Étienne," she whispered, as if he would've disappeared had she spoken any louder."

Premierpetit: prehmyehrpehtee
Jacinthe: jahsihnth
(Les) Suides: (leh) zhweedzh
Le Rivière de Petit: leh rihveeehr deh pehtee
Blanche: blahnsh
Le Baie de Turquoie: leh bayee deh tuhrkhwah
Suid-Estées: zhweed ehstays

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