Beautiful People: Tare {July 2016}

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(hosted by Sky & Cait)

It’s been awhile since I’ve done any Kedran’s Wood-ish posts, what with Meridian and Teague stealing the show around here more often than not… But Beautiful People is up for this month and I saw these questions and thought: “TARE!”

So I’m doing Tare today. I miss him, so this makes me happy. ^_^

Okay, this is how it’s going to work. I want to have my cake and eat it too (always a good idea, if you can manage it), so Tare’s going to answer the questions as far as he will — which, I anticipate, will likely not be very far — and then I shall elaborate on it further… out of his hearing. *cough* Because his answers will be interesting, and mine shall be informative, so between us we should cover most of it.

Let’s have at it, shall we?

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1. Do they want to get married and/or have children? Why or why not?

“And what exactly prompted this bit of irrelevancy?”

Tare, you can’t answer a question with another question.

*folds his arms* “I can and just did. If you’re going to make me answer questions I don’t want to answer, I’ll answer them how I want.”

*sigh* Ahem. So, for this question… Tare honestly has never thought this far ahead on this subject. He is, and always has been, an extreme loner, who only recently has begun to understand the concept of friends as applied to himself. At the moment, definitely not. I can personally see him married someday, perhaps, if the right girl came along… but it would definitely be FAR in the future since he has a long way to go in the HR department, you could say.

2. What is their weapon of choice? (It doesn’t necessarily have to be a physical weapon.)

“All of them.”

…Okay, thanks for that, Tare. I’m glad you’ve decided to be cooperative and specific with your answers.

“You’re welcome.”

…All right, I won’t leave you guys with that. He does mean all of them, or at least anything that’s around. But he’s also partial to using his fists since they’re reliable, or knives, since he prefers hand-to-hand combat. He won’t say no to a handgun, sword, machine gun or bow and arrows, or even a grenade, though. Any other weapon you can think of to hand him… he’d adapt pretty quick. Not to mention, his mind is a pretty good weapon already because he’s smart and stuffs. *nods*

3. What’s the nicest thing they’ve done for someone else, and why did they do it?

KWcover“The time that — Well.” *studies his fingernails in minute detail* “I saved some people. Because . . . they needed me to.” *clears throat and shifts in chair* “Or the time I had to hold up a wall of the gingerbread house the Chess Club were making, because I was there and they made me. I’d say I was pretty nice then.”

*look of horror from yours-truly* Tare! That hasn’t happened yet!

*Tare shrugs as if it doesn’t matter and time is fluid and all that sort of thing*

Anyways, that first reference, which he did not elaborate on, would definitely be the nicest thing he’s done, referring to the time he nearly died — and worse — in order to save the world, specifically so that his friends wouldn’t die. Because he realized they were his friends and he actually cared about them and didn’t want them to die, and so was willing to do anything necessary to protect them. Cuz he’s nice like that. Who cares about saving the world? — he was saving his Chess Club. ^_^

4. Have they ever been physically violent with someone, and what instigated it?

*raises one dark eyebrow slightly like a question mark as if to say “What is the point of this obvious question?”* “Yes. Lots. And they did.”

I’m… trying very hard not to laugh at this question. And not doing a very good job. Ahem. Tare’s whole life has been rather violent, though not of his choosing. Not to mention that a whole lot of shapeshifting monsters kind of call for being fought… It’s nearly always the others’ fault, though.

Of course, there were a couple times when he was violent to the Chess Club, but those are… special cases. *cough* In the first book, he punched Baz for being annoying, and started a fistfight with Adrian for… reasons. (To be fair, Baz WAS being annoying, and Adrian had just run into him with his pickup-truck… kinda-sorta-almost on purpose. So.) In the second book, Tare shoves Baz one time when Baz was being REALLY frivolous about something that really bothers Tare, and the next scene I need to write Tare kinda shoves Adrian off a building. You know. Because he had to. *shrugs*

5. Are they a rule-follower or a rebel?

KW2coverP“Both, when it suits me.”

Wow, that was . . . deep . . . or . . . something, Tare. O_O

*shrugs* “I try.”

He’s an odd mix of both. He’s a bit of a rebel, yes, since that’s sort of his nature by default, just due to his life. But despite that, he’s also surprisingly rule-abiding, in his own way. He won’t hesitate to do something that would be frowned upon if he needs to, but he also has a strong sense of justice and generally has boundaries of his own.

6. Are they organized or messy?

“Come into my lair with intent to mess it up and you’ll find out.”

With glitter. >:D *evil grin*

*turns to me and asks mildly:* “Do you want me to kill your readers?”

(Tare’s kind of scary when he’s being all playful. XD Ahem. >.>) Tare’s pretty organized, though he’s not as obsessed about it as his answer makes him sound. XD His home is pretty tidy, swept and neat, with nothing lying around unless he wants it there, like leaving his black leather jacket draped over a chair or a stack of books on a table or various weapons lying around while he cleans them or something. And he usually makes his bed. If it’s messy around his place, it usually means something’s wrong with him and so he doesn’t feel like making an effort to keep things clean. But he doesn’t overthink it, it’s just something he does. I guess you could call it a casual organized, with a side of messy, since he doesn’t mind throwing a bunch of stuff together as long as he knows where it is. As far as outlook, his approach to most things is organized instead of spontaneous, but he can occasionally be unpredictable.

7. What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?

picthing*folds arms again* “I don’t know why anyone would… love me, so I don’t see how this applies.”

Tare, honestly…

“Well why do you care?”

It’s just an interview; no need to blow up in my face! o.o

“I’m not blowing up in your face. I’m asking a simple question about your inapplicable one.”

Just answer it, then! It’s not that hard. What makes you feel loved and who made you feel that way?

*gives me a hard stare* “How should I know? Probably the last time was… I don’t know, maybe when I was like… three or something and my parents held me. I told you. It doesn’t apply.”

Youch. Okay, so Tare is very not used to the idea of anyone caring about him, or the notion of feeling loved. *cough* He’s recently discovered the Chess Club and their friendship with him, so I guess the fact that they care about him makes him feel… perplexed but cared about. I don’t know if he’d say “feel loved” though. I don’t think the last time was when he was three; it was probably when he was a teen and his mother came for him. He wasn’t used to feeling loved then either, but I think he did in that case, and also confused and wary… but who knows.

8.What do they eat for breakfast?

“When I have it? Food.”

So helpful, Tare.

*rolls eyes* “All right, I’m partial to meat if it’s around. But anything else that happens to be there is fine too. I’m not particular.”

The last time we saw him eat breakfast he was eating steak, so… that probably applies. He does like meat. It keeps him going and it’s also what he’s used to. Mostly he sees food as fuel though, so as long as it’s food he doesn’t care much. It’s not something he overthinks, hence his first answer.

9. Have they ever lost someone close to them? What happened?

*cold stare and blank face* “No.”

Um… so… until recently, Tare hasn’t really had people who were close to him. Unless his parents count. In which case he did lose them and… what happened is spoilers. Which will be revealed if I ever get around to writing the prequel about him. Ahem.

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10. What’s their treat of choice? (Or, if not food, how else do they reward themselves?)

“I’m partial to being alive. That’s a good treat/reward.”

Not helpful, to be honest. -_-

“All right, I have nothing against chocolate cake, and I like hunting in the woods, or reading a good book by the fireplace in my lair. Assuming nothing’s currently trying to kill me, of course. Or that the Chess Club aren’t bothering me and acting like they live at my place… Annoying over-reacting detective amateur puppies.”

Oh, come on, you aren’t as annoyed at them as you let on.

*rubs a hand across his mouth as if to hide a frown or a smile or, you know, a something, and looks at the ground so his dark hair hides the possible fond gleam in his dark blue eyes* “Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

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And that was today’s Beautiful People post! Hope you enjoyed. 🙂 I know I certainly did… I missed Tare! Poor fellow’s been lurking in the shadows while Teague takes over, mostly because Tare’s been pretty done with me of late and not in the mood for me to write him. But now I want to again…

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My Misguided Fairy Godmother Muse

Once upon a time, there was a girl who started writing stories.

She spent several years scribbling away at them, going back and forth between a few different ideas and consequently not making much progress on them.

Then something strange began to happen. She began to have even more and more ideas for even more stories! What could this mean?

But, cheerily, she continued writing, and making notes for all the new ideas. She became obsessed with making lists of the stories, and developing titles for them, and designing mock covers for them, and writing out summaries of what they were about. She began to be more excited about “playing” with the stories than actually writing them.

Time went on. The list of stories continued to grow and grow and grow! But far from complaining, the writer was delighted.

She did so enjoy making those lists and writing those notes, you see.

Somewhere along the way, she began to notice patterns. Whenever she would take a break from working on her writings, whether on purpose to recharge, or accidentally due to busyness, she would suddenly get hit with all this inspiration — and, more often than not, that inspiration might include ideas for new stories.

Then the year of 2015 hit. The ideas were flying in left and write right. It began to get insane. The writer began to despair of ever getting around to writing all of the things, especially at the snail-like pace the actual writing was happening.

So the writer stepped back and analyzed this phenomenon.

That was when the writer discovered the presence of her fairy godmother.

Most writers talk of their “Muse”.

(very helpful…)

This writer realized that instead of a muse, she had a benevolent but misguided fairy godmother of inspiration. (Perhaps rather like Ophelia from Broken Glass by Emma Clifton…)

The writer realized that the fairy godmother muse freaks out whenever the writer is not making Story, knowing that the writer is happier when making Story. So the fairy godmother, thinking the writer is just tired of the old stories, quickly throws a bunch of new ideas at the writer to get her attention.

If you haven’t figured out by now, this writer is me. And this benevolent but misguided fairy godmother of my writerly brain/inspiration/muse is the cause of both my excitedness about having so many story ideas to write, and my despair over ever finishing anything, let alone all of them.

My fairy godmother muse, especially this year, is constantly going:

“STORY. STORY! YOU’RE NOT MAKING STORY. YOU’LL BE HAPPIER WITH SOME STORY. MAKE STORY!”

And hands me more and more storyness, shoving it into my brain and then beaming and watching happily as I flail around like a headless octopus and try to work on ALL OF THE STORY THINGS.

Unfortunately, my fairy godmother muse doesn’t seem to care if I’m actually making PROGRESS on said stories, i.e., actually writing them down…

As long as I’m flailing around doing plotting or brainstorming or making lists, she feels confident that she has been doing her job well and fulfilling her role in keeping her writer happy playing with stories.

To give you an idea of the insanity that’s underway, I’m going to share a list of the story ideas that have “clicked” this year ALONE.

The main ones are:

  • The Other Half of Everything (I think I’ve mentioned this enough…)
  • Darkling Reflections (Finished this one! Huzzah! …Yes, it’s a short story; I can still be proud.)
  • The Siren and the Skyship (swashbuckling sky adventuresome gender-swapped steampunk Little Mermaid retelling)

Five more stories in the Kedran’s Wood series (bringing it to a total of 8… so far; last year it was supposed to be a “trilogy”. Haha. Isn’t that just ADORABLE?)

  • Son of Kedran’s Wood – prequel novella
  • Return to McAllistair Mansion – short story (I wrote this one! I’s so proud of me.)
  • Mixup at Kedran’s Wood – novella between books 2 & 3
  • The Novelist of Kedran’s Wood – novel set after book 3, a double story
  • Celebrations at Kedran’s Wood – short story set after all of the planned books (thus far… *cough*)

As well as:

  • A modern Cinderella retelling about a writer, set during NaNoWriMo
  • An untitled fairy-tale mashup conglomeration retelling (RETELL ALL OF THE THINGS)
  • An untitled thing I’m currently calling “The Epic Book” which is vague but has some awesome ideas swirling
  • An extremely vague notion of an idea for a con/heist story that would be a companion to Underground Rainbow, starring the eccentric purple-haired artist (no, unfortunately this has no plot yet and I probably will never be able to make it work)
  • An idea for a nonfiction book about various things

And I also “made official” i.e. added to my lists because I had had ideas about them but was pretending they didn’t exist:

  • The tenth Starrellian Saga book
  • A sequel/companion novel to Heartseeker about the Bard and Trillum
  • An untitled Arthurian retelling which is going to be super cool

Not to mention my Sleeping Beauty novella The Rose and the Raven, which had been a vague idea for years but only just this year finally came together as something I could write… (But, again, having trouble CONTINUING… ya know?)

Yes. That is 16 (or 17 if you count The Rose and the Raven) stories, either from ideas from this year or “officialized” by listing them as stories to write. THAT’S JUST THIS YEAR ALONE. That’s not even thinking about the 30+ other stories from BEFORE the notorious 2015-when-all-the-stories-exploded-in-plotbunnies-and-said-write-us-or-we’ll-kill you. Sometimes I scroll through my list of 50ish stories and just go… “HOW EVEN.”

Sixteen new stories this year, guys. (So far…)

Can you see how insane this is getting?

Apparently there’s just no dealing with a benevolent but misguided fairy godmother of inspiration.

(And no, I don’t actually know whether you should be very happy for me or PLAYING A DIRGE.

It’s very confusing and I honestly can’t tell anymore.

Blame it on my fairy godmother.)

June Snippets

Peoples.

This.

Is.

My.

100th.

Post.

…Ahem.

Anyways, I said I’d post some snippets from last month’s writing, so here they are!

Also, FYI, I updated my Writing Desk pages up on the menu-bar, so there’s now a Kedran’s Wood series page. You knew it was inevitable.

Enjoy!


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“You are incorrigible,” I said, half cross, half wanting to laugh.

“I like that word,” Teague said, as if he had made a fascinating discovery. He quickly scribbled it down. Then he looked up again. “You were saying?”

I sighed and dropped my head into my hands. “Forget it.”

“I can’t very well forget something I never knew in the first place, you know,” he said, almost gently.

“It’s impossible to have a reasonable conversation with you,” I got out in a muffled tone.

Teague smiled very slightly and looked off into the distance through half-closed eyes. “Well, I knew that, anyway…”

~The Other Half of Everything


dressAshton took his place opposite her, and she slipped her hand in his as he held her waist and led her smoothly back into the disrupted dance as if nothing had happened.

“I hope I was not interrupting,” he said.

She looked up at him. “You were. Thank you.”

Ashton smiled.

~Darkling Reflections


hands“I did not see you on the guest list,” Alethea observed.

“I wasn’t.” Ashton smiled disarmingly in his crooked but endearing way as he spun her away from him and back.

~Darkling Reflections


For the first time that the restaurant could remember, she left early. Her clicking heels carried her quickly out of Tara Ganova’s, not even waiting for the waiter to clear her place. She disappeared outside through the black and gold glass door into the evening that still had some light to it.

All that remained to show she had been there at all was a half-finished plate, napkins left forlorn and crumpled atop it, scribbled with blue ink and forgotten.

~Darkling Reflections


Her voice whispered softly into the fog of the darkling night: “Who does he remind me of?”

But the fog did not answer.

~Darkling Reflections


cover2“Yeah,” Tare said again, shortly. Sure, things were good. Great. Now, anyway. “Fine.”

This whole talking thing was not going well. Why had he thought it was a good idea?

He contemplated hanging up.

Or possible tearing the phone from its cord and throwing it at the brick wall of the library.

Or possibly growling “forget I called” and going into the woods to kill something that deserved it.

Let’s just destroy the phone and leave . . .

Instead he said cordially, “You?”

~Son of Kedran’s Wood (Kedran’s Wood 0.5)


He was more closed-off looking, but at the same time more open, though slightly wary-seeming, all wrapped up in a thoroughly cool, casual manner that tied it all off like a bow in a black ribbon as he stood on the front door step with his hands in his leather jacket.

~Return to McAllistair Mansion (Kedran’s Wood 1.5)


His eyes blinked once, slowly. They were dark blue. The color of midnight around a star.

~Return to McAllistair Mansion (Kedran’s Wood 1.5)


“A bit strange, but then, well . . . so are you.”

“Thanks,” Tare said dryly.

~Return to McAllistair Mansion (Kedran’s Wood 1.5)


“How could you tell?” he asked briefly.

“You have a shifty look—even by your standards,” Roderick replied with a slight smile.

“That bad, hmm?” Tare said ruefully.

~Return to McAllistair Mansion (Kedran’s Wood 1.5)


And held the picture frame up against the mirror, so that Tare could look at it next to his own reflection.

The picture was of Tare … seventeen perhaps, only a couple of years younger than he looked now. His combed-back black hair, with a little falling forward over his forehead, was about the same as now, and this younger Tare wore a fairly expressionless blank but flat look on his face. He was not smiling, just as Tare was not now, and yet . . . despite that, he looked somehow far closer to at least having an ability to be almost happy or at least less grim, than Tare looked now, even fairly relaxed as he was.

Younger Tare was looking straight at the camera—and consequently straight at the Tare of now—with sharp eyes of a bright sky blue. Shifting his gaze a little, Tare looked in the mirror, his current reflection staring back at him with deep blue eyes, almost black.

In his reflected eyes, Tare saw the shadows of eight years in a world of darkness looking back into his soul.

~Return to McAllistair Mansion (Kedran’s Wood 1.5)


KW2coverP“What are you making, anyway, Lavender?” Baz asked.

“Nothing,” Lavender said loftily.

Baz eyed her crocheting with the air of a detective. “It doesn’t look like a nothing to me,” he said dubiously. “Of course,” he added with a sudden turn toward cheerfulness, “I have never myself seen a nothing before, so there’s that.” He turned toward Jake and whispered, “I think ‘nothing’ would be impossible to see, you know, due to its very nature.”

~The Secret of Kedran’s Wood (Kedran’s Wood 2)

Junishness

Happy July, everyone! I’m just sitting here trying to comprehend how the year can be
half over… Can anyone tell me what happened?? O_O

For me, at least, June kind of vanished in the blink of an eye — summer is flying, peoples! But here’s an update on some of my doings…

I can’t think of a single non-writerly/non-readerly thing of interest, besides doing a phenomenal amount of blogging in June including catching up on all my tags. Which I am extremely proud of myself for. Basically I’m an ecstatic blogger at this moment. But! Writing and books! And lists. Let’s have some lists because lists are awesome.

Writing

I did wriiiting! I’m so excited. Most of this year has been a slow arena in the writing world. I say arena because I halfheartedly wrestle my stories and they easily best me and then go sit in the shade and sulk without me. Which makes for a lonely writer… But! That changed in June because I was super inspired and ended up working on five different stories and pounding out 11k words! That may be small potatoes to some of the big writer folks out there, but for this little weakling, I find myself quite unusually proud of me.

  • 5k of that was working on a couple of lesser stories in the Kedran’s Wood series, messing with Tare backstory which is fun (Son of Kedran’s Wood [0.5], and Return to McAllistair Mansion [1.5, short story]). Like 500 words of KW2, The Secret of Kedran’s Wood… yes, that’s slow right now. But happening! Which is still good!
  • And between a random snippet and that writing dare I posted that I’m leaning toward fitting into The Other Half of Everything somehow… that’s about 1500 words on that story. It’s still in the snippet stage, but hey, I won’t complain if it gets some of itself written already. 😉
  • And most of all, I’m very excited about getting about 3.5k words of my short story Darkling Reflections written! I diiid hope to finish it in June but at least I wrote the middle part and now just have the final third to do. So. That’s kind of awesome.

Um… and such nitty-gritty details of what-I-wrote-and-words is probably is of no interest to anyone but me. Ahem. But ANYWAYS. I basically wrote 11,000 words of awesome in June and feel extremely happy and inspired. I also had a couple of epic ideas for fairytale retellings I plan to write and got some plotting notes down. So THAT’S always fabulous. 😀

I will totally have to post some snippets because AAALL THE WRITING.

Reading

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I wanted to read way more than that, but apparently I got a goodly amount of reading done all the same… Huh.

  • The Hobbit is a reread, naturally… and just as awesome as always.
  • Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass (finally), as well as Stargirl and Love, Stargirl (totally random), were all small and rather mixed-feelings books that kind of left me a bit torn going “meh”, though they did have their merits I suppose.
  • Perfect Scoundrels — I finally read the last Heist Society book! Which as always was awesome. Cleverness and Hale. Yes. The author totally must write more…
  • Wildwood Dancing and Illusionarium — I had complaints for both, but were generally amazing. Another Twelve Dancing Princesses book (still working on those!). And my first steampunk, so yay! …I feel like all I’ve been doing on my blog lately is talk about Illusionarium (without even talking about it really or reviewing it or anything. O_O). I will stop, I promise! Ahem…

Anyways, that’s the reading I got done. A fairly good month, I guess?

July Nightstand Books

Aaand it being the first Wednesday of the month, not to mention first DAY of the month, I can’t resist posting the stuff I hope to read in July — so here I am, linking up with the Nightstand Books meme as started by Jenelle and D.J. It’s usually the first Wednesday of the month, I thiiink…

Here’s what I want to read… though I have no illusions (arium or otherwise har har) about actually getting them all read this month. BUT I CAN TRY.

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AREN’T THEY SO PRETTY.

  • I’m STILL in Veiled Rose… I can’t believe it. But I’m trying to finish that soon. Poor Leo. *pets him*
  • Plenilune… Erm… Yes, I started it on Christmas, so I’ve officially been in this book for half a year now. IT’S. SO. BIG. I’m only 137 pages in, out of 659… I may cry. Ahem. However, it’s kind of delightful so far in its way, just verrry slow to wade through. *puffs and pants and puts on little-engine-that-could mentality* I think I can, I think I can!
  • And yes, I’m finally going to read The Scarlet Pimpernel. Because my bookclub is reading it. Every single person I know seems to have read and loved it and I’m always being told to read it. So I finally am going to, yay! I love stuff like that so I hope it will be awesome.
  • I don’t know if I’ll get to Out of Darkness Rising and Mist of Midnight, but I’ve been dying to read both of them for so long that hopefully I will… They just look so delicious.

Aaaand also some ebooks.

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See, that’s the problem with ebooks, they don’t fit beautifully on stacks on nightstands… *cough* BUT THESE ARE AWESOME ANYWAY, SO.

  • Yes, I’m ashamed to say I’m STILL in Chasing Shadows, which I do need to finish and review, but despite my slowness it’s kind of awesome anyways (WILL IS FABULOUS) and I’m working through it but it’s super long and I’m a very slow PDF reader, I fear…
  • Same with Five Enchanted Roses, which I’m SUUUPER excited and grateful to get to be an influence reader for Jenelle Schmidt’s entry, Stone Curse! *flaiiiil* Lookit that gorgeous. I can’t WAIT to dive into this. I’m very very excited. Expect a review on that sometime later this month too, hopefully!
  • And then of course there’s still that Twelve Dancing Princesses Collection I’m working through. So many! They are mostly super dark, whodathunk. XD

Random Bookish News

I just need to flail a bit about this: there is an official cover for Jill Williamson’s next fantasy book, King’s FollyRead the post. It’s the first book in the Kinsman Chronicles, which are kinda-sorta prequels to the Blood of Kings Trilogy (which I love. A lot).

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She’s been writing sci-fi and dystopian and contemporary spy stuff for awhile now, which are great but not FANTASY if you know what I mean… So the fact that there’s another Jill Williamson fantasy book coming out (albeit adult instead of YA) just kind of excites me. Now I just have to wait till next spring. Whyyy. The life of a bookworm is tough, you guys, let me tell you. *falls dramatically across couch*

Anyways enough of my babbling — Coverrrr!! ❤ (Books just become REAL when they have covers, you know what I mean?)

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Basically this whole post was about booooks. With a small side of writing. But what can I say. I’m very bookwormy these days. IT’S SUMMER AND SUMMER IS FOR READING RIGHT. I think I’m also now addicted to blogging. This may be a problem…

So that’s what’s up with me!

How about you?

Did you have a good June? Have plans for July?

Are you doing Camp NaNo??

(I’m not. *hides shamefully behind a tapestry*)

Also. IT’S ONLY FOUR MONTHS TILL NANOWRIMO. *drops bombshell and calmly walks away as if nothing happened*

Beautiful People: Parental Edition (Tare)

It’s time for Beautiful People again! Which is a monthly blog linkup, hosted by Sky at Further Up and Further In and Cait at Paper Fury, with lists of questions to help writers get to know their characters better!

(…Y’know, just in case you have been living under a rock and haven’t heard about it. 😉 )

I also hear it’s kind of its anniversary so YAY!

Anyways it’s awesome and you should totally join in the fun, so go click this beautiful picture (see what I did there?) and see the other posts and link up with a post of your own if you should so choose! (Hint: you totally should!)

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This month’s Beautiful People theme is the Parental Unit. Because they are often sorely neglected in YA fiction — sad, but true — due to being quite the nuisance for getting in the way of our young darling protagonists going off on horrendously dangerous quests, and besides that we evil writers tend to mooostly have them dead or killed off for convenience’s sake. Ahem. But parents in fiction, specifically YA, can be awesome when done awesomely! …I just am not that great at it. >.<

But since I’ve been messing about recently with an idea for a prequel to my Kedran’s Wood series, I thought I’d try doing Tare’s parents for this. They actually fall into the usual category for the series in general, I’m afraid (*cough*dead*cough*) but I want to explore them a bit in case they make appearances, however brief, in a prequel.

So. On with the party!

Let’s see if I can be sneaky enough to manage this without descending into complete spoiler territory! 😉 *rubs hands together with maniacal laughter and an evil grin*

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Questions

1. Do they know both their biological parents? Why/why not?

They’re both dead by now (yeaaah, sad, I know. I told you, we’re evil writers. >.>) but he knew both of them at one point. His father when he was very young, and his mother then, and when she found him again… It’s not like he knew her a very long time after that, but yes, he did know them.

2. Have they inherited any physical resemblances from their parents?

His black hair is from his father, but I think you can see a resemblance to both his father and mother in his face. His father was more of a broad-shouldered type, and I think Tare inherited his mother’s slighter build. They both had similar bright blue eyes too, and though Tare’s are darker now, he did originally inherit his eye color from both.

3. What’s their parental figure(s) dress style? Add pictures if you like!

His father’s was much the same as his own — a lot of dark, and a black leather jacket. In fact, Tare at one point wore the jacket that had once been his father’s, which his mother had saved for him. Tare’s mother wore simple but elegant dresses of different varieties.

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(Some resemblance to Tare’s father and mother…)

4. Do they share any personality traits with their parental figures? And which do they take after most?

Both of his parents were very strong minded people. Tare’s father was also very much of a lone-wolf type person who tried to help others and indirectly be a hero — not for heroism’s sake, but because someone needed to do it. That’s very much a trait of Tare’s. Tare’s mother knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t let anything pull her back, but also knew when to compromise for those she loved. But Tare mostly takes after his father, strong, silent, and out to do what he has to do.

5. Do they get on with their parental figure(s) or do they clash?

Not having known his father past a very young age… hard to say. I wouldn’t say he “got on” with his mother too well, being rather standoffish by the time she found him again, but I wouldn’t say they clashed, either.

6. If they had to describe their parental figure(s) in one word, what would it be?

His father: Strong.

His mother: Golden.

7. How has their parental figure(s) helped them most in their life?

The memory of his father’s strength keeps him strong often, and his mother’s independence but love and pulling him from a hard place in his life have shaped him somewhat as well.

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8. What was their biggest fight with their parental figure(s)?

He doesn’t remember any with his father, who was killed when he was quite young. With his mother, they had a fight about whether or not they would stay where she suggested they live. Tare was not big on the idea. Mostly, though, there wasn’t much in the way of argument.

9. Tracing back the family tree, what nationalities are in their ancestry?

A bunch of Irish on both sides, and I think some Italian from his father’s side and maybe some Russian from his mother’s side. And of course, Tare will occasionally say something about having a fairy in his background too, but pffft, who would believe him about that

10. What’s their favourite memory with their parental figure(s)?

A memory of his father throwing him in the air and laughing and catching him, when he might have been three or so. And when his mother found him.

“Tare . . . Tarragon,” she called after him.

He halted. Half turned. Then glanced back, wary.

“Do you know who I am?” her voice came soft on the cold wind down the alley.

His eyes looked deep into hers, wisps of her golden hair blowing around her face as she stood perfectly still some paces off, watching. Waiting.

Long moments passed.

His voice came at last, low, emotionless, with a simple statement.

“You’re my mother.”

~Son of Kedran’s Wood, KW 0.5