snippets

I think it's time to present a fun little snippet of story. At some point there will hopefully be more to this scene, but for now it's still quite short. Regardless, I think it has good potential for mischief. Enjoy!

She looked sideways at him, vastly annoyed. What right did he have to look so broad-chested and magnificent—godlike, even—with the evening sun beaming golden and kind against his face, turning his skin to honey gold, his eyes to deep pools under the strong jet-black brows. Even his beard was handsome, with his decisive cheekbones—and she hated beards. The light evening breezes were stirring, rippling his dark cloak. Nancy tore her eyes away before she could be caught staring, and took a reflective, perspective-restoring inventory of the condition of her fingernails. Such nonsense. Such annoying nonsense.

The wind that cast Ardeth’s clothes dramatically about him only made her hair blow into her eyes and sent a fine wave of grit into her nose and mouth. She rubbed her face with a sleeve, then raked her hair back and held it away by clamping her hand down on the top of her head. She had a moment of self-pity at her own lack of romantic suitability for the scene, then jerked herself loose and focused on the view, which was admittedly very fine whether she fit into it or not.