The fifth of May has come. Time for another entry in the Dust It Off Bloghop! hosted by Theresa Paolo and Cortney Pearson.
For those of you who haven’t read my last entry, I’ve chosen the first-person version of The Rogue King.
The second day: Post your favourite excerpt (300-350 words)
This interaction between Kael and his best pal, Frisk, has long been my favourite (especially the ‘three halves’ bit). But in the switch from first-person to third, it was one of many pieces sacrificed as the characters grew beyond their original boundaries. And it occurred to me that, as a merchant’s son, Frisk would have a better understanding of numbers.
Let me just set the scene.
Frisk has brought in a pie-like pastry full of walfre meat (the planet’s version of a camel, though a sort of shaggy, lizard-appearing mammal). Point of view is Kael who, after taking a bite of said pastry, is informed by his father that he’s part walfre.
[This is exactly how it appears since I last touched it in 2008. I cringe at the badness even as I adore my goofy Frisk.]
“What? From who?!”
“From both of us!” My mouth dropped open again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frisk in the same pose.
“When … when did you find out?”
“I’ve always known. Your mother is a Raptereon-walfre hybrid and I‘ve always assumed I was the same.”
“Instead, you’re half Raptereon, half walfre and half Trexen.” There was a long pause as both my father and myself stared at Frisk.
“That’s three halves, you twit.” I pointed out to my friend. “You can’t have three halves.”
“You can’t? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s three thirds.”
“My point is.” Father interrupted. “I don’t eat my own kind.”
“But walfres are just stupid animals.” Frisk insisted. “You can eat animals. That’s what they’re there for.”
“Klif is an animal.” Dad quietly replied. “You wouldn’t eat him, would you?”
“But he’s not stupid. Besides, he’s a predator. I was talking about prey animals, like wikia, and walfre, and …” Frisk faltered as my father silently folded his arms across his chest and glared at him. “Perhaps I should stop talking.” He squeaked.
“That would probably be a wise idea.” Dad agreed before walking into one of the many bedrooms that were put aside for us.
“Man.” Frisk said in an explosive gust of breath once my father had shut the door. “Your father can be scary when he wants to be.” I thought back to the recent threat dad had given me and this was nothing compared to it.
“You thought that was scary?”
“Kael, I’m terrified of my own father and your dad can tower way over mine. They always said Trexens were part mountain and he surely favours his Trexen heritage.” Frisk glanced over me out of the corner of his eye. “You on the other hand, must favour the short side of the family.”
“I’ve still got a few more years to grow.” I growled.
“Yeah right.” He snorted. “I bet you’ll still fit those clothes by the time this journey is over and I will need a new set before we’re even halfway done.”