(WeWriWa) is a group of writers who agree to post 8 sentences of either a published work or an unpublished work on their blog on Sunday (voluntary and you sign up). Those who have signed up (and anyone else) has the pleasure of traveling (virtually) to samples of different authors’ stories, novels etc. Great fun!
Reaching out with his uninjured arm, Tayril squeezed Yonlorein’s shoulder. The hunting party, in their tunics and trews, made a brown splotch amidst the other colorfully clothed Njae as they veered toward the Healing Hall. Once they disappeared from his sight, Tayril turned toward Glenneth-Kor, threading his way through the crowd.
Halfway across the square the blonde head of Yonnie’s sister bobbed above a splash of green clothing weaving through the crowd. Tayril relaxed and breathed. He needed a Healer and a familiar one was a welcome relief.
She slipped her hand beneath his arm, and whispered in his mind. “Quit blocking your pain. It’s your body’s way of warning you need attention. Yonnie sent me to help you as much as I can before you face the old grouches.”