I haven’t worked on Salt & Lyte at all this week. I’ve actually been a bit sick (I’m in the middle of cutting coffee cold turkey), and I’ve also been working hard on a Kickstarter video. But, since switching to this blogging platform from Blogger, I realized some of my older posts that originated on Blogger might have gotten buried under the rubble of the move. Figured I’d resurrect one of my old The Friday Muse pieces.
This is a short snippet I had to write in preparation for NaNoWriMo. It’s actually a scene that serves as a bit of backstory for Ryn, one of the antagonists in Salt & Lyte. Ryn is a priest who defiles the temple of the God of Lyte and poisons the faith of the people of the Kingdom of Lyte. This scene sees Ryn as a young child as he begins to develop his unnatural obsession with crows…
The Wounded Crow –
“You know, you’re not allowed to have animals here,” Jameson said as he shook his finger at Ryn.
Ryn ignored the young boy and set the wounded crow on the dresser. “Can you fetch me some bandages?”
Jameson crossed his arms and sighed. “Really? You’re not going to listen to me, even after the last time you got in trouble? I warned you then too. It took you three weeks to finish cleaning the kitchen area.”
Ryn slammed his fist on the top of the dresser, and then immediately cooed the crow to calm down. Once the crow steadied, Ryn turned and scowled at his friend. “Get me some bandages or get out. I have to help him.”
Jameson opened the top drawer of the dresser and pointed in the bottom left corner. “Right there.”
By the weakening candlelight, Ryn could make out a cream-colored roll of bandages wedged next to his some men’s undergarments. He took the bandages and began dressing the crow’s broken wing.
“You know, it’s not a him,” Jameson said. “It’s a crow. An animal. A Filth.”
“I know what everyone else thinks he is. But he’s a crow, and I have to help him. I couldn’t just let him die out there in the darkness.”
“Crow’s love the dark.”
Ryn finished dressing the crow’s wounds and set the bandages back in the dresser drawer before shutting it. He stroked the bird’s beak. “I have to name him.”
“That’s appropriate. You know, if the counsel leaders find out you have ‘him’, they’ll boot you and it out of the kingdom. They’ll even boot me out if they find out I helped you.”
Ryn waved his friend away. “Then get lost. I don’t need this grief. Everyone here talks so much about mercy and honor, and yet they’d stone us if they found out we helped a suffering animal?”
“It’s Filth. Filth isn’t allowed in the kingdom for obvious reasons, Ryn. I don’t even want to be around that thing. I’m here because you’re my friend. And if you get in trouble again, you’re going to need my communication skills to get you out of it.”
“Yes, I suppose you do come in handy.”
A loud bell rang out, the sound rushing through the glassless window on the other side of the room.
Jameson gasped. “The king’s making an announcement!”
Ryn took the bird into his hands. “Go. I’ll catch up with you. I have to find a place to hide him.”
Jameson huffed. “Okay, but hurry. If the king doesn’t see you in the plaza, he’ll ask me what’s up. I can’t keep lying for you.”
“Just go,” Ryn snapped.
Jameson hurried out of the room.
Alone with the crow, Ryn let a grin steal his face.