WIP Wednesday!
Cutting it reeeeeal close with this one! Thanks to the lovely @midnightprelude for tagging me! If you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged! I want to see your WIPS!!!
This is an excerpt from the first chapter/prologue of The Wolf’s Path! It’s still a WIP, and I’m too tired to edit for spelling/grammar right now so I hope it’s alright!
The sea lurched beneath the wooden floorboards of the hold, and Nehri’s stomach reeled along with it. It was stuffy and hot below deck, a far cry from the crisp forest air she was so accustomed to. It was all a bit too much; the waves slapping the hull, the huffing of the sailors and the other passengers, the piercing cry of a lone gull. It was nauseating. Stupid shems and their stupid boats. What she wouldn’t give to be back home, on solid ground again. To feel dirt beneath her feet and under her fingernails, to hear the wind whistling through the trees, the halla grazing in the fields. But she had a sacred duty to perform, and not a force in the world could stop her.
She had made an unbreakable vow when she received her vallaslin - that she would protect Clan Lavellan as if they were her own, and lead them with the wisdom and compassion of a true-born Dalish. But she was not a true-born Dalish, no matter how many times she milked a halla or shat in the bushes. She was not of their people, and they hated her for it. The other children called her ‘flat-ear’, before their Keeper shooed them away. The Keeper had chosen her, but the rest of the clan surely had not. She didn’t blame them for disliking her. She had many unlikeable qualities.