This proved to be surprisingly challenging. Not the least considering I'm juggling edits, Camp NaNoWriMo, and a host of other projects right now.
I managed to deliver a snapshot of part of Gabrielle's life to you, my Cauldron. Gabrielle is one of the major characters in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series. She's the proprietor of the Navel, which is much more than simply a shop.
Here's a time in her life when she was much less formidable.
Fireflies danced around Mireille, forming a halo around her springy curls and bare arms.
Gabrielle shivered at the sight of her. It was as if Mireille had become one of the Divine, a sacred spirit which ran through the earth and the air.
“Look.” Mireille gestured to the river which flowed past them.
An otter swam in its currents, bobbing her small brown head up and down, chasing a fish.
Gabrielle had seldom seen such a playful beast. Perhaps she and Mireille could walk along the river, following her pursuit of the fish.
The smell of roasting meat filled the air. Jean-Paul’s hum accompanied it, insistent and demanding.
“I have to go.” Mireille backed away from the river and the freedom which awaited them. Towards Jean-Paul.
Don’t go, Gabrielle wanted to cry. Already she was waking up herself. A hard cot lay beneath her prone body. Buckles bound her to the bed. She opened, resigned to wait and pray.
Eventually, Rafaelle would release her.