back.”
She set the wings to flapping, and with a few steps and a jump, she was airborne and climbing.
Bertrum and Eleth greeted her with surprise as she set the wings for a laborious hover that was helped along by the updraft. With some effort, she landed near them and she stroked Bertrum. “I don’t know when I am going to be back, so I am taking these straps off. I know you like them, but if you got hung up on something, I would never forgive myself.”
She unbuckled the harness and slid it from him before she moved to Eleth. Eleth didn’t want to part with her pretties, but she eventually settled and let Ula slide the harness free.
“You miss them already.”
She looked up, and Deniir was perched high on the rocky cliff above her. “I do.”
He held his hand out. “Come on, you can ride me all you like. You can even use those straps on me.”
She laughed, and it was a good thing that her wings were not dependant on her ability to speak, because she laughed all the way to the shuttle, her hands filled with leather and her mind filled with light.
The stars were waiting.
Author’s Note
My next few months are more hectic than most, but when Return of the Nine…uh…returns…it will be Seeing that we end up in.
In Seeing, the probe has located something that could lead to the Tokkel fleet or it could be a red herring. A Gaian with an eye for trouble makes her way to the embassy and demands to be taken to the mother ship. She can see the missing now that someone is looking for them, and she will take anyone willing to travel with her on a trip through the stars and into danger.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
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[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
She set the wings to flapping, and with a few steps and a jump, she was airborne and climbing.
Bertrum and Eleth greeted her with surprise as she set the wings for a laborious hover that was helped along by the updraft. With some effort, she landed near them and she stroked Bertrum. “I don’t know when I am going to be back, so I am taking these straps off. I know you like them, but if you got hung up on something, I would never forgive myself.”
She unbuckled the harness and slid it from him before she moved to Eleth. Eleth didn’t want to part with her pretties, but she eventually settled and let Ula slide the harness free.
“You miss them already.”
She looked up, and Deniir was perched high on the rocky cliff above her. “I do.”
He held his hand out. “Come on, you can ride me all you like. You can even use those straps on me.”
She laughed, and it was a good thing that her wings were not dependant on her ability to speak, because she laughed all the way to the shuttle, her hands filled with leather and her mind filled with light.
The stars were waiting.
Author’s Note
My next few months are more hectic than most, but when Return of the Nine…uh…returns…it will be Seeing that we end up in.
In Seeing, the probe has located something that could lead to the Tokkel fleet or it could be a red herring. A Gaian with an eye for trouble makes her way to the embassy and demands to be taken to the mother ship. She can see the missing now that someone is looking for them, and she will take anyone willing to travel with her on a trip through the stars and into danger.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
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[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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