Empty skies: 13,000 words

21/01/2014 19:46

Why do I always write the ends of books first?!

 

Ragh.

 

Have I given you the beginning? If not, here it is:

 

“You’re going away?”

Anoé nodded, holding the gaze of the bright eyes before her. “Another assignment, on Tao. You…understand, don’t you?”

The child nodded. But she wasn’t a child anymore, Anoé corrected herself. Her daughter was growing up. “How long do you think it will be?”

“I don’t really know.” Anoé sat down on the bed in her daughter’s room, swinging her pack onto the floor. “The only thing Kahi could tell me is that a lot of people have been going missing. It could take months to trace them all individually if there isn’t a common cause.”

“You think there is a common cause.” Jess said, her forehead furrowing. Anoé hesitated, but Jess beat her to it. “It sounds like lots of murders.”

“I forget how much you learn.” Anoé said candidly. “Yes, it does rather. But I don’t want to set my thinking in stone. I’m going to take a few days to investigate, and then see how I want to continue.”

“Couldn’t they have sent someone else?” And that was her daughter talking, rather than the apprentice Dirr. “You’ve only just got back from the desert.”

“That was personal.” Anoé said gently. “It didn’t count as an assignment.”

“But the Archivist was an assignment before. Doesn’t it just continue?”

Anoé shook her head, and stood up again. “Unfortunately not. I would have taken you with me, Jess, but the Singers are not to be faced if you don’t have to.”

Jess nodded. “I’m going to practise every day so I get better at fighting.”

Anoé didn’t have to bend far to kiss her daughter’s cheek. “I’ll challenge you when I get back, then.”

“I’ll beat you!” her daughter said with a beaming smile.

“You’ll try to.” Anoé told her with a laugh.