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It's Day 537 of @mariannewest's five-minute #freewrite and I'm here with another prompt-into-story integration. But FIRST.... can I direct you to this other post? Half Past the Moonfall Now Available OFF Amazon!
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Okay! Back to the here and now.
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Today's Prompt: Slug
Today's Character: Lyria
I wasn't too sure what to do for slug... but I'm nearing a chapter where Lyria enters Harclyffe Cove for the first time. A coastal city where vice and corruption is name of the day. And I got to thinking... maybe there is a festival going on when she enters. A Festival of the Slug. A fertility festival. Or something. I don't know. But that's what popped into mind --alongside possibly changing Slug to Slyg, but we'll see in the future.
Today's is a little tiny bit longer than five minutes. I had a small brainwave and am intending on continuing this train of thought in Scrivener soon! :)
Lyria had thought Astana was a chaotic city; Harclyffe Cove was worse.
Thousands upon thousands of people crowded the streets, shouting and cheering as a hundred women pranced past in a perfect symmetry, their bared breasts painted in a gold sheen that reflected the noon-sun as they whirled and twirled.
Strange thrumming music rose up from the ground, shook the streets, and filled the people with a vigour that she had never seen before. Or felt. The rhythm vibrated through her veins and shook her entire being, though she tried to ignore it. She would not succumb to this place or its festivities. There was a job that needed to be done.
She held her shoulders high and turned her back on the people, slowly heading for where she was to meet Andru's Watcher; a dingy tavern a few streets to the east. The cheers and laughter followed her, as did occasional yells and screams, and soft moans and grunts echoed out at her from the alleyways as she crept past them.
"Not enjoyin' the slug?" a breathy voice whispered into her ear.
Lyria whipped around and found herself face to face with the worn, pock-marked face of a dishevelled woman twice her age, the tiny strips of fabric that curved about her body leaving little to the imagination.
"Aye, miss. The Festival of the Slug! You ain't from around here I see." A dangerous gleam glinted from her eye and she fingered an exposed nipple as she leered, "Come with me, love. I'll show you things you ain't never dreamed of."
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