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I have not submitted anything for critique for quite a while, which is remiss of me. This is a snippet from the middle of a chapter somewhere in the middle of my novel in progress. I appreciate any comments you might have. I'm trying to improve my interiority, showing vs telling, dialog and just plain old story telling. This snippet does not have much opportunity for interiority though.
On the other side of the copse sat a group of people, lounging on the ground and on
crooked benches. Avni took up a surreptitious position within the copse, where she
could observe the group through the trunks.
An athletic young man cracked his knuckles carelessly. "I think the younger one
has royal blood."
"Zodi," said the oldest man in the group, shaking his head slowly, "none of us
have seen their authentication." He tapped the stick he carried meditatively on
the muddy soil. "But it is more likely the older one has royal blood."
Small smiles appeared on the faces of the others in the group.
"Behold," said a heavyset middle-aged man, "our champions have declared their
interests."
An older woman with white hair snickered.
The oldest man scowled. "Always with the quip, eh, Ron?"
An affectation of sadness spread across Ron's face as he looked at the old man.
"I'm afraid I have bad news for you, Ben."
Giggles slipped out from several of those gathered.
"Oh yes?" said Ben, looking dangerous.
"Yes. Sadly, even the older one is too young for you."
Zodi laughed the loudest at this, holding his sides and rocking back and forth.
The cane rose up and shook in the air. Ron put his palms together and raised
them above his head, looking away and bowing in mock submission to the impending
beating.
When a gap appeared in the laughter, Ron turned sorrowful eyes on Zodi and said,
"I'm afraid I have worse news for you."
Zodi stopped chuckling and stiffened.
"Sadly for you, it seems the younger one has already made her choice. It seems
our learned physician has come to her attention."
"Humph," said Zodi, "I have heard that idle gossip. A brave, restless warrior
like her, leaping down from the stars, fighting a lion with her bare hands. She,
choose a boring physician? I think not!"
"Zodi, my friend," said the woman with white hair, "I saw it with my own eyes,
as I helped FinSang tend to the visitors."
"Ah, Rita, tell that story again."
"Humph, I have no use for that story."
Rita squared her shoulders and sat up, conscious of her importance. "When
FinSang went to tend to her wounded friend, she captured FinSang with those
piercing brown eyes of hers."
A loud "Aah" went around the company.
"She drank him in, but critically, mind you, as you would expect from such a
shrewd warrior. Then, as is the custom of her people when studying a potential
mate, she checked his health by pinching his cheeks and twisting each of his
fingers one by one."
The members of the company received this story with thoughtful wonderment.
"Of course, FinSang balked when she tried to pry open his mouth to examine his
teeth, but by then I think she was quite taken by him."
On the other side of the copse sat a group of people, lounging on the ground and on
crooked benches. Avni took up a surreptitious position within the copse, where she
could observe the group through the trunks.
An athletic young man cracked his knuckles carelessly. "I think the younger one
has royal blood."
"Zodi," said the oldest man in the group, shaking his head slowly, "none of us
have seen their authentication." He tapped the stick he carried meditatively on
the muddy soil. "But it is more likely the older one has royal blood."
Small smiles appeared on the faces of the others in the group.
"Behold," said a heavyset middle-aged man, "our champions have declared their
interests."
An older woman with white hair snickered.
The oldest man scowled. "Always with the quip, eh, Ron?"
An affectation of sadness spread across Ron's face as he looked at the old man.
"I'm afraid I have bad news for you, Ben."
Giggles slipped out from several of those gathered.
"Oh yes?" said Ben, looking dangerous.
"Yes. Sadly, even the older one is too young for you."
Zodi laughed the loudest at this, holding his sides and rocking back and forth.
The cane rose up and shook in the air. Ron put his palms together and raised
them above his head, looking away and bowing in mock submission to the impending
beating.
When a gap appeared in the laughter, Ron turned sorrowful eyes on Zodi and said,
"I'm afraid I have worse news for you."
Zodi stopped chuckling and stiffened.
"Sadly for you, it seems the younger one has already made her choice. It seems
our learned physician has come to her attention."
"Humph," said Zodi, "I have heard that idle gossip. A brave, restless warrior
like her, leaping down from the stars, fighting a lion with her bare hands. She,
choose a boring physician? I think not!"
"Zodi, my friend," said the woman with white hair, "I saw it with my own eyes,
as I helped FinSang tend to the visitors."
"Ah, Rita, tell that story again."
"Humph, I have no use for that story."
Rita squared her shoulders and sat up, conscious of her importance. "When
FinSang went to tend to her wounded friend, she captured FinSang with those
piercing brown eyes of hers."
A loud "Aah" went around the company.
"She drank him in, but critically, mind you, as you would expect from such a
shrewd warrior. Then, as is the custom of her people when studying a potential
mate, she checked his health by pinching his cheeks and twisting each of his
fingers one by one."
The members of the company received this story with thoughtful wonderment.
"Of course, FinSang balked when she tried to pry open his mouth to examine his
teeth, but by then I think she was quite taken by him."