I made it through the evening and came out the other end feeling like someone had beat me about the shoulders and set my lap on fire. This comes from sitting still with a laptop on you, um, lap, and typing away like the The Madwoman of Chaillot. Seriously, half my mind was listening to what was being said on TV while the other half was trying to get it all down in note form. It was a bit insane, and it was a good thing I didn’t need a bathroom break.
“You people on TV, stop talking so fast! Get in a RV for a while or something!”
But that insanity is over, and I managed to pay my quarterly state taxes last night, so all is pretty good. There are still things that require doing, but that comes up tonight and I’ll worry about it then, ‘kay?
Oh, and there’s this novel I’m working on–
It was another five hundred word night, only because I was really stumbling about trying to find the right words while, at the same time, I was checking things on a time line, because that’s how I do things. The time line stuff was only to get one line in this next excerpt right, but you know, if I hadn’t had that time line laid out already, I probably would have screwed something up.
I’m failing to mention that I needed to do research last night as well, which also cut into my writing time, because reasons. And you know I love research.
Why are Annie and Kerry here? Because–
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie entered first with Kerry right behind. She didn’t know this room, but it reminded her of the ready room in the Flight School: it appeared that sixty or seventy people could occupy this area for a meeting or conference. Isis and Headmistress Laventure stood at the far end of the room; she looked back and saw Vicky follow Kerry, meaning whatever was going to happen here involved her as well. My two instructors and the headmistress: it’s likely we’re going to get a significant punishment.
Isis moved away from the headmistress and motioned Annie forward. “Come right here—” She pointed to a spot directly in front of her. “That’s good. You can stand next to her, Kerry.”
“Thanks.” He stood to Annie’s right a few meters back.
The Chief of Security quietly examined the girl before her. “Three solo flight, close to five hundred and fifty kilometers covered, and this last one had you out over the cold, unforgiving ocean with only one other person to keep you company.” She glanced at Kerry and winked. “I believe, as do Vicky and Mathilde, that you not only performed as expected, but you exceeded those expectation.
“There are many things we do around here to recognize students, but it’s rare that we honor someone who’s accomplished a great feat: mastering a gift and proving you’re capable of using it under varying and difficult conditions.
“You’re not the first I’ve trained since I became the school’s Chief of Security in 2006: there was one other girl who stood where you’re standing in 2008. She was a D Level then—the gift was slow to manifest within her—so she graduated before you began. But the fact she had the Flight Gift was the only thing you both had in common: she needed four flights to finish her qualifications, and during her last flight, which was identical to yours, she, um—” Isis looked down for a moment. “She needed some encouragement to finish.”
“We know you both weren’t comfortable with the conditions and the location today.” Vicky stepped up next to Isis so she could face both kids. “That’s one of the reasons why we try and keep the comms open all the time, so in case we think you’re in need of help, we can put it into place. But you kept on the flight, and as I’ve told Isis before, and I told Mathilde over lunch, you didn’t ask for help—you kept going.”
Isis nodded. “As the headmistress would say, you were being tenacious. And you wear.”
Mathilde moved closer to the group, clearing her throat. “Yes, well, enough about me. This is about Annie, is it not?”
“It is, indeed.” Isis reached behind her and removed a small box.
Annie instantly focused on the item in Isis’ hands. “What’s that?”
“This?” She removed the top and turned the box so Annie could view the contents. “These are you wings.”
And before you ask, “Does Kerry have his wings?” the answer is–
I’ll tell you tomorrow. Because I’m mean.