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Willkommen in Wien: Antworten und Abschiede

Interesting morning, let me tell you.  If I were more superstitious I’d say the people in Philadelphia who said today is the end of the world may have been on to something, but it’s really more like someone’s been jacking around with the firewall filters, and that’s messed people up.  Never the mind:  I have my excerpt, and maybe a little something else that I’ll mention at the end.

Still in Vienna and still with Daddy Kirilovi.  Now, you know Annie’s dad isn’t going to lose the opportunity to ask a certain Ginger Hair Boy a few questions, and so, yeah–he does . . .

 

(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

Another protracted silence fell between Annie’s father and Bernice’s charge, and she wondered who was going to be the first to speak. Annie watched them both, her eyes flitting from Kerry to her father and back, examining both the way her father was examining the boy standing before him. It was Victor who broke the stalemate. “Are you enjoying school, Kerry?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir, quite a lot.”

“Must have been something of a shock to find out you were Aware.”

“Um, yeah, it was a bit.” He cast a glance towards Annie for just a second.

Victor noticed the glance. “Have you enjoyed your time with Annie?”

Annie’s face darkened as she glanced towards her father. “Papa.”

Annie would really like to look more peeved, but do you know how hard it is to find that picture?

Annie would really like to look more peeved, but do you know how hard it is to find that picture?

 

Yeah, Papa, you wanna watch going there with Daughter Dearest standing next to you, ’cause she’s protective of the moyata polovinka and she’ll get all up in someone’s business if they aren’t kind.  Fortunately, Kerry’s not gonna freak:

 

Kerry held up his hand for a moment. “Naw, it’s all right, Annie.” He started to relax, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Annie did a lot to help me fit into this new world; she helped me understand The Art so I could become a better witch—and a better sorceress.” A light grin played across his face. “She’ll say that’s not true, but I know different.” He smiled at her before facing her father. “I value every moment I’m with Annie, sir. She’s . . . She’s a special person. The most special.”

Bernice knew of the things that Kerry had already surmounted, but over the last minute she’d watched him present his bravest face ever. Victor Kirilov was an imposing man even though he wasn’t tall or large, but his confidence gave him an unshakable persona. She saw, as did Annie, and Kerry was a bit unnerved, but he didn’t cower—and if the look on Annie’s face is any indication of her current mood, she’s proud as well.

Victor turned to his wife. “We need to get home.” He placed a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “This young lady needs to do her adjustment before we go to dinner.”

“I agree.” Pavlina turned to Bernice. “It was pleasure meeting you again.”

She adjusted her purse so it set better on her shoulder. “Same here, Pavlina.” Bernice held out her hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kirilov.”

“The pleasure was mine.” He shook her hand, then held his out for Kerry. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Kerry.”

“Thank you, sir.” He gave Victor’s hand a quick shake. “I’m glad I got to meet you.”

“Oh . . .” The right corner of his mouth curled upwards once more. “I’m sure it won’t be the last time.” He spread his arms as he took a step back. “Shall we go?

Pavlina waved to Kerry. “It was nice seeing you again, Kerry.” She shot a sideways glance at her husband. “I’m sure we’ll meet again soon.”

“I’m sure.” Kerry held out his left hand towards Annie. “I’m, um, I guess—”

“Hold on—” She spun around as her parents prepared to leave the waiting area. “I’d like to say goodbye to Kerry.”

Pavlina looked towards the young man. “Go ahead.”

Annie’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Privately?”

Victor seemed about to say something when Pavlina hooked her arm in his. “We’ll wait in the corridor.”

Bernice patted Kerry on the back. “I’ll be outside, too.”

 

Now, one might say Annie’s dad cut short the meeting, but really:  in a public place, do you really expect him to ask something like, “Are you doing kissy-face stuff with my daughter?”  Victor is a somewhat public person among Foundation people–being an F1 driver who just finished a season in third place will do that for you–and it wouldn’t do to have him getting all intimidating on a twelve year old boy.  Even if he did see that boy holding hands with his daughter.  Who wants to say goodbye to that boy Privately.  Did you get that, parents?  She wants privacy.

 

She headed into the corridor and leaned against the wall waiting for the kids to finish their goodbyes. She saw the Kirilovis standing about five meters from the entrance, speaking quietly to each other, and Bernice could only imagine the conversation they were having . . .

Annie and Kerry stood against one wall of the waiting room, and were just visible to Bernice. She saw their heads bowed and close together as they faced each other, holding hands. Annie touched Kerry’s cheek as she said something that appeared to relax him: it was only then that Bernice noticed his right hand quivering slightly. He listened as Annie spoke, stroking her arm as if to confirm she was there.

There was a moment when they gazed into each other’s eyes before hey kissed long and tenderly. Once the kiss finished then broke into a hug, and she observed Annie whisper something into his ear—something obviously pleasant and meaningful, for he was smiling as the turned and headed hand-in-hand for the waiting room exit . . .

They held each other’s hands tightly one last time in the corridor. Annie beamed. “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, my . . .” She caught herself before speaking the last words within earshot of her parent. “I’ll write.”

“I’ll write back.” He quickly kissed her hand. “Have a good holiday, Annie.”

“Have a good holiday, Kerry.” She released Kerry and waved to Bernice. “Take care, Ms. Rutherford. Have a good holiday.”

“You, too, Annie.” Bernice waved back. “Enjoy your holiday.”

“I will.” Annie kissed two right fingers and held them towards Kerry. “Goodbye, mlechna.”

He did the same with his left fingers. “Sbogom, malko samri.”

She turned away with a giggle and smile and rejoined her parents. Kerry watched them walk away for a few seconds before her turned and approached Bernice. It was only then, while facing her, that his shoulders slumped. “Wow.” He let out a long, deep sigh. “Wow.”

“Let’s go sit in the lounge for a few minutes—” She pointed down the hall behind her. “Let them get to the public platform so they can jaunt home.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” He followed her to the small lounge where those who arrived early for an arrival or departure could wait in comfort. They found a couple of cozy chairs in a corner away from the few people there and sat. “Better?”

“Yeah.” He tapped his fingers on the arms of the chair as Bernice set her bad on the small, round table in front of them. “Why did he act that way towards me?”

She knew exactly to whom Kerry was referring. “Annie’s dad?”

“Yeah.”

 

Oh, you thought that was a grilling, Kerry?  Better watch out:  you may break under pressure.

Annie was about to lay “My love” on Kerry and caught herself.  One day soon she’s just gonna have to throw caution to the wind and kick it out there.  What she did call him was “sweet”, as in “sweet banista”, which is what she called him the night before at the Observatory, and Kerry responded with “Goodbye, little cabbage roll”, which is less romantic than “darling”, but darling might have had Daddy asking more questions.

Even so, Kerry got himself a case of the “First Time Father Meeting” nerves, and now gets to ask Ms. Rutherford about this.  Being that she’s a girl, she may have some experience in this matter . . .

Now, lastly, some news.  Yesterday I had someone ask me if I’d like to submit a series to Channillo, which is a website where people can post, in a continuing way, their novel series.  There are hundreds of writers already there, and it’s something that I may consider.  However . . . one of their stipulations is that whatever series you post there cannot be offered elsewhere for free, and were I to put, say, my first novel up, I’d have to go back over two years of posts and strip out excerpts that are hanging out on my blog.  Which, quite frankly, is a huge pain in the ass.

At the moment I’m wondering if this is a route I want to go, because I don’t figure to do a hack and slash on my blog that way.  The other choice would be to take another work of mine–say, one that isn’t selling all that well–and post it there with the promise of doing new content after the initial novel.  That’s a ballsy move, and one that would probably take up the majority of my time right now.

Right now I’m considering my options–one of which is I don’t think people are gonna pony up $5/month to read my first novel.  Maybe for another work, but not this one.\

So many decisions, so little time to do all the things I want to do.

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23 thoughts on “Willkommen in Wien: Antworten und Abschiede

  1. That was cute, he he.

    Mrs. Rutherford’s repley shouldbe… ” ell, Kerry, just wait until you become a dad yourself, and you come to meet face to face with your baby girl’s boyfriend for the first time, then you’ll remember the weird things you and Annie had done yourselves. “

    • It’ll be interesting of Annie and Kerry do get married and have kids, and if they have a witchy daughter who gets sent away to Salem, if they’ll be like, “So . . . meet anyone *interesting* at school?” And she’s rolling her eyes going, “I don’t have a boyfriend! I’m not like you guys!” ‘Cause I’m sure if there is anyone at the school who knew Annie and Kerry as students, they’re probably looking at her thinking, “Wonder when she’s gonna start making out under the covers during the Midnight Madness?” I would imagine any of their kids would hear tons of stories that would drive them crazy . . .

      • Hah ! Her future kids would hear about their legendary parents , and the great things they did as students of Salem….. including their relationship and being the couple of he year , every year, and totally embellished, I may add. Ha ha The daughter might even find it gross, lol. You now how children don’t want to thinkof their parents doing that kind of stuff. Ewwww.

        • Yeah, how would you like to go to a private school when you’re 11, and when you get there you see pictures of your parents lighting bonfires, getting awards, flying two miles into the air, kissing on video–WHAT???? You know there’s a picture of that kiss on the Wall there. “Oh, your parents were totally horny for each other! Totally making out all the time!” Then she goes home for Yule and Annie’s all nice and proper–“Honey, how was the first part of the year?” “Mama! You and Papa sucked face like an Alien!”

          • Nah. I don’t think so. They’d be such outstanding and excellent students those PDAs would totally disappear from their memories. I think.

            I wonder how Annie’s parents were as students. Did they marry right after graduation ?

          • No, they didn’t. They waited a few year. While they were romantic–as Annie has pointed out–they weren’t nearly as public as Annie and Kerry. There probably hasn’t been anyone in a relationship as public as theirs since Helena and Erywin, and that’s mostly because theirs was the first openly same-sex one since The Foundation took over. Back in the old days, before the school because co-ed, none of the girls thought it strange if there were relationships and hookups.

            Annie and Kerry, they just walked into the school holding hands, falling asleep together, and sucking face. Oh, I’m sure their kids will hear *something* about it. And knowing the parents, they’ll probably “warn” their kids that they will likely hear things–and not all of it about how great they were flying or racing or being witches and sorceresses.

          • I just want to throw the question out here … will Annie and Kerry go to regular universities, or, will they marry right after graduation, and then teach at Salem? By the time they graduate, they’ve been like already 6 years together…. and holding it in if they want to make good their vision of first times, lalalala., what with tons of teenage hormones and all.

          • If they marry, it’ll be some time after their F Levels. Yeah, those hormones are gonna be hard to control at some point. Do you think Annie’s gonna be the Head Sorceress? And what would Kerry teach?

          • Maybe this is all about their struggle to do something that will save something important, and then they have something tragic happen before they can get hitched. You never know.

          • I wonder what that something tragic, might.Do you already have something in mind ?

            By the way, I just watched an anime on YouTube called The Garden of Words. You should watch it , Cassie. The art is gorgeous. I highly recommend it. Watch it and let me know what you think. Its just 40 minutes. The graphics is , somewhat ethereal. Its sad,but not sad, the theme is lonely sadness, ” koi”

          • I know “koi”, it’s a concept I’ve seen in a couple of other anime. Sort of like my life, too.

            As Kerry pointed out, getting married isn’t 100%. Things could . . . happen. And then no little witches to follow in the footsteps. Though little girl witches would be cool. 😉

          • I understand. You’re experiencing it, Cassie. You feel alone in your decision, and you feel sad that you’re away from family, but in this anime, your lonely sadness leads you to a path of happiness because this is what you really are, then you move on. When you watch it, the rai symbolizes the lonely sadness of your decision, and the shoes symbolizes the path that you need to take to get to happiness. aaargh, i’m being dramatic. lol

          • I’m gonna have to watch this now, because it sounds like something I’d greatly enjoy. And I used rain in my story, too. And the park. Such sadness while trying to be happy.

          • And look at the details of the drawings, the pile of books on the floor, etc. , the chicken coop fence, etc. it’s amazing. Well, that’s just me. Even listening to orchestra, I separate and listen to the sound of each instrument.

  2. Channillo approached me too, and I basically faced the same dilemma. It’s a pretty big commitment, but my understanding is that you don’t have to sign up immediately if you’ve got other projects on your plate at the moment.

  3. About that thing…. no way, please, not the Chronicles. But it’s up to you…. it’s your work, but as a fan of the Chronicles…. well, I think fans must have a say, too. Kidding.

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