Oh, boy! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted anything here or on FF.net. To be brutally honest, I just didn’t feel like writing anything. Life has dealt some major challenges my way and I’ve been preoccupied by other things. I wrote about one of the most difficult obstacles here.
However, I’m happy to say, despite life trying to get in my way, I’ve finally returned to my writing. I’m almost done with Summer Solstice and am furiously editing away. I can’t promise that I’ll post by the end of the month, but I’m certainly doing my very best. To reward your patience, dear readers, I present you with a small excerpt from the next chapter:
‘Jareth, what’s wrong?’ Sarah asked. Though all she emitted were growls and grunts, he could still understand her perfectly through her thoughts.
“This missive says that we have to appear before the High Court immediately,” Jareth explained. His brow furrowed and he massaged the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming.
Sarah tilted her head at him. It would have been amusing in any other circumstance. ‘Do you think they know about last night?’
“Well, why else would they summon us?” Jareth snapped. With teeth bared, a deep growl told him that she didn’t appreciate his curt tone. “I’m sorry.”
Her snort was his only answer. Pacing the floor, he tried to think of a way out of this mess. If only he’d told his father about what had happened. They would still be in trouble, but at least his father would have been able to give him a little warning. To face him now, in disgrace, was going to be tremendously difficult. He didn’t like this feeling of fear and, to be honest, he didn’t wear it well. There was no way he could lose Sarah now that he had finally found her.
Sarah waddled back and forth in her own version of a pace. Her fear was just this side of panic for an entirely different reason. For the third time, she had tried to return to her true form and came across a block. Her heartbeat sped up as her new body entered into instinctual fight or flight mode. Jareth was so absorbed in the problem at hand that he didn’t notice the changes until she reared up on her hind legs with a roar.
“Precious?” he asked, trying to get her attention. When that failed to get a response, he began to feel a real sense of fear. Without meaning to do it, she could seriously injure him in this form. His voice took on a soft tone. “Precious, it’s ok. We’ll figure this all out. Please, darling, come back to me. Love, look at me. I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Let it calm you.”
Sarah began to come back from the ledge. Though she was still stuck as a bear, she felt her essential self again. ‘Jareth?’
“That’s it, precious thing. I’m here.”
Jareth slowly approached her, mindful of her new body’s natural instincts. He began to sing, “I’ll be there for you.”
‘As the world falls down,’ she finished. His soothing voice calmed her, but she was still unable to transform back into her true form.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Jareth vowed. Once he felt the danger had passed, his mind returned to the scroll in his hand. “Now, why don’t you transform back and we’ll go face this head on.”
“Come again,” Jareth replied, beginning to understand her sudden panic.
‘I’ve been trying to since we got the news, but it’s not working.’
“Have you tried swyn-ganeuon o trawsffurfiad?” (roughly translated as transformation spell)
‘Of course,’ she replied, indignantly. Did he think she was stupid?
Before he could determine what to do, the parchment burst into colorful flame. Jareth dropped it to the ground and stomped it out with his boot. His father certainly had a flare for the dramatic, but, then again, so did he. It was apparent that the High King and Court Elders were getting impatient. They would just have to go to court and hope that his father could help. After informing Sarah of their predicament, she reluctantly agreed. What other choice did she have?