Lafayette
Man of Artistic Fingers
I am in the process of writing a story of a woman healer. She is sent by the high mage to another township to help stamp out a plague. Along her way there she and her travel mate, John are attacked by orc-like creatures. She is saved by a handsome charsmatic robin-hood type character named Richard. Unfortunately, John is seriously wounded. She and John are taken to Richard's camp. Richard escorts the healer to Cherrytown.
Once there she spends her the day taking care of the sick. At night she finds a corner and falls asleep and starts dreaming.
What I'm trying to do is keep the reader in suspence weather John is going to survive or not, the healer's guilt in allowing John to come along and give the reader a glimps of her feelings towards Richard. I think this is a better idea than telling the reader what is going on, but executing this idea is proving difficult for me. I know that as a rule dreams are unfocused, but at the same time I don't want to totally confuse the reader.
Any ideas of how I can do this better are welcome. So far this is all I have written.
Dream Sequence
Damn it, John! Why did I allow you to come along?
By the flickering flames of the campfire Tayanna examined John Planter’s wound. Witnessing many a wound as a healer, Tayanna still cringed seeing green pus oozing.
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Supposed to do?” Supposed to do?” Supposed to do?”
Swine’s spit he’s gorgeous. He’d make my sister envious. “Hello my name is Tayanna Wand and this is my travel mate, John Planter. Those eyes …. those eyes ….. Like emeralds . And where did he get those pearls for teeth?
“Leave this place,” answered a deep and accented voice. “He is right it isn’t safe staying here.” isn’t safe staying here …. isn’t safe staying here..
“I am glad to meet you,” he replied bowing and tipping his hat exposing a head of raven hair highlighted in blue.
Please follow me... follow follow me … me.. follow me... follow me...
Where to?
.. I wonder if is he a cat shifter? …. is he a cat shifter? Moves like cat
has the eyes of a feline… eyes of a feline … eyes of a feline… feline feline feline.
Trudging toward their destination the woods became darker, colder, and stiller. The only sound they heard was the hooting of owls. Owls … Owls …At last, they came to a stop before a tree truck more than ten feet wide covered with a tangle of green and brown vegetation.
My joints are killing me …. And I’m craving for sugar berries real bad.
Sugar berries.. . Sugar berries ….
Anon, they came to a dirt and grass floor forty or fifty feet wide brightly lit. Where the light came from Tayanna could not discern. What she could discern were scores of men occupied in numerous activities: sharpening swords, arrow fletching, cooking, eating, talking and sleeping. All were garbed in the browns and greens of the forest. In spite of the activity of the cave there was an aura of awe and serenity.
“This is what we call Sojourners Cavern…. where I call home. Please sit over there by the bundle of blankets
You are hungry I know. I will get you something to eat. Would you care for Grilled Steak Bordeauux, Beef a la Mode or perhaps a leg of lamb Nicecian style or more simply Three Legume Soup a la Dauphiny?”
Surely, you jest?
No, I do not jest Being Gaullon I insist on good food. To do less is not civilize.
I’ll try that leg of lamb. And, ah, do you have any Sugar Berries?”
He smiled back. I grave chocolate. Chocolate…. Chocolate …
Once there she spends her the day taking care of the sick. At night she finds a corner and falls asleep and starts dreaming.
What I'm trying to do is keep the reader in suspence weather John is going to survive or not, the healer's guilt in allowing John to come along and give the reader a glimps of her feelings towards Richard. I think this is a better idea than telling the reader what is going on, but executing this idea is proving difficult for me. I know that as a rule dreams are unfocused, but at the same time I don't want to totally confuse the reader.
Any ideas of how I can do this better are welcome. So far this is all I have written.
Dream Sequence
Damn it, John! Why did I allow you to come along?
By the flickering flames of the campfire Tayanna examined John Planter’s wound. Witnessing many a wound as a healer, Tayanna still cringed seeing green pus oozing.
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Now what am I supposed to do?”
Supposed to do?” Supposed to do?” Supposed to do?”
Swine’s spit he’s gorgeous. He’d make my sister envious. “Hello my name is Tayanna Wand and this is my travel mate, John Planter. Those eyes …. those eyes ….. Like emeralds . And where did he get those pearls for teeth?
“Leave this place,” answered a deep and accented voice. “He is right it isn’t safe staying here.” isn’t safe staying here …. isn’t safe staying here..
“I am glad to meet you,” he replied bowing and tipping his hat exposing a head of raven hair highlighted in blue.
Please follow me... follow follow me … me.. follow me... follow me...
Where to?
.. I wonder if is he a cat shifter? …. is he a cat shifter? Moves like cat
has the eyes of a feline… eyes of a feline … eyes of a feline… feline feline feline.
Trudging toward their destination the woods became darker, colder, and stiller. The only sound they heard was the hooting of owls. Owls … Owls …At last, they came to a stop before a tree truck more than ten feet wide covered with a tangle of green and brown vegetation.
My joints are killing me …. And I’m craving for sugar berries real bad.
Sugar berries.. . Sugar berries ….
Anon, they came to a dirt and grass floor forty or fifty feet wide brightly lit. Where the light came from Tayanna could not discern. What she could discern were scores of men occupied in numerous activities: sharpening swords, arrow fletching, cooking, eating, talking and sleeping. All were garbed in the browns and greens of the forest. In spite of the activity of the cave there was an aura of awe and serenity.
“This is what we call Sojourners Cavern…. where I call home. Please sit over there by the bundle of blankets
You are hungry I know. I will get you something to eat. Would you care for Grilled Steak Bordeauux, Beef a la Mode or perhaps a leg of lamb Nicecian style or more simply Three Legume Soup a la Dauphiny?”
Surely, you jest?
No, I do not jest Being Gaullon I insist on good food. To do less is not civilize.
I’ll try that leg of lamb. And, ah, do you have any Sugar Berries?”
He smiled back. I grave chocolate. Chocolate…. Chocolate …