Hello, again.
I can't believe it's been so long since I posted. Yikes. Where does the time go?
But NaNoWriMo is rapidly approaching and I'm starting to gear up. And where better to get the creative juices following than to do some prompts?
So here's a little ficlet for your enjoyment. =D
Constructive criticism is welcome. :)
HTTYD One Word Prompt: Timid
Shy. Fearful. Timid. Un-Viking like. All words that had haunted his childhood. Words of derision from all. Whispered behind hands by adults, spit in his face by his peers.
He had struggled to carve out his place in his village where he was so very different from the somewhat ubiquitous stock.
But now, all that had changed. One other misunderstood soul had changed everything.
Gentle hands gliding over sleek black scales. Check this buckle, tighten this strap. Soft chirrup and affectionate head butt. Smile. The creak of leather as the saddle takes his weight.
A thrill as wings are spread, shaken out and an eager sound reaches his ears. Shifting weight and sudden stomach leaping weightlessness. Joy steals his voice.
Like the fading ground below them, all those words that lingered around him were left behind. Forgotten, like the spring forgetting the winter.
And he is fearless.
