There was light streaming from the other side of the possibly-cave, and I stood up and tiptoed towards it. It was a short tunnel, which lead into a wide area, which proved that my suspicions were in right and I was in a cave. The mouth was very big and overlooked the forest we had no doubt been wandering the previous night, and I noticed several other tunnels on the back wall, similar to the one I was currently standing in. The main area of the cave was wide and fairly high, and had several cushions and low tables scattered all around. In the middle was a fire place, with a cast iron pot hanging above it. The fire was lit and Celer was laying down next to it, talking with a man (or man-shaped being). He was tall and lean and had the most red hair I have ever seen. It was intense, almost as if the color were alive, like the flames flickering the blackened pot he was stirring. Both of them turned to me when I stepped out of the cave.
"Good morning," Celer said and gestured me to come sit by the fire. "I trust you slept well?"
I nodded. "Better than ever," I said, with a smile and sat down. "Where are we?"
"This is my home," the man said. From up close I noticed how delicate his features were, how incredibly beautiful he was, and I started to doubt my original assumption that he was in fact "he". "I found you in the forest yesterday and brought you here. You slept right through the day and the following night. But I'm glad to see you are awake now." He took a bowl and scooped food out of the pot into it, before offering it to me. It looked like stew of some kind and it smelled delicious.
"Thank you." He smiled down at me and it felt like the whole room got brighter. "So, uh, who are you?"
"My name is Lucifer," he stated and I almost choked on my food. Celer placed a hand on my back.
"Lucifer?" I wheezed after I managed to stop coughing. "As in the angel who rebelled and got cast out of heaven?"
"An angel..? No, I am a Star. But I did fall out of heaven." He looked melancholic when he said that and I suddenly felt bad for him.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." I started, but he shook his head.
"No need, I fell on my own terms." His smile was back on. I let out a relieved sigh. "Lucifer means 'the morning star'. I was the last of us still awake when you little people started waking up in the morning. Well, except the nocturnal ones. And I always found you so, so fascinating. I decided to come down to Earth, to see you closer. I could still go back, if I wanted to. I just have to find my wings, and I can be off any day."
"You have wings?" I asked, excited. I had always been curious about flying creatures.
"Of course. They fell off when I fell, and I as I haven't wanted to go back to heaven yet, I've not yet bothered to find them. They should be nearby here, probably in the forest." He looked out of the cave, to the forest beneath it and he seemed serious for a moment. Then he shrugged. "But enough about me. Let's talk about you!"
"Wha- me? Why would we talk about me?" Had Celer told him who I was? But he looked just as surprised as I was. Lucifer grinned.
"You are are Cinnamon. Aren't you?"
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Yay,
You know, originally I wanted to base the mythology of this place in Finnish mythology, and that was going great until BAM! Lion. Like, what? Dude, this is not Narnia. But A
Also, when I wrote Celer, I kinda imagined he'd speak really properly, you know? Literary English, with very fancy words and everything. But that didn't really happen either. I don't really have much variation in your dialogue, have you noticed? They all talk very similarly....
That gingerbread house is awesome, by the way. I wanted to do one as well, but it wouldn't have gone well with the kids, and I don't really have time to do something like that alone, so....... Maybe next year. Make it a competition! Who makes the awesomer gingerbread house!
I feel like I had something I wanted to say, but I don't know anymore. Well, ta!
Pie out.
1. Dude, my topic.
ReplyDelete2. Yeah, I didn't realize the lion thing until afterwards. But Azer walks on two legs, so there's that.
3. "He was tall and lean and had the most red hair I have ever seen." It's Kvothe! Oh, no, it's not. You don't know who that is. Read The Name of the Wind. It's brilliant.
4. Yeah, they all talk similarly, because I'm not putting all that much effort to it. I'm concentrating more on the plot than the style. But in for example in Nocturne with my multiple lovely first person narrators, trust me, I am paying a lot of attention on how they talk. Also, if you kind of imagine that it's Cinnamon actually telling this story, it makes sense that she phrases what everyone says in a way she would.
I apparently have a lot of stuff to say.
~matu
1. Oh god I forgot it again. I had one planned, what was it...... aaaaaahm.... Idk, Children.
Delete2. Well, yeah.
3. I thought you might think that, but you know, red was the topic, so he has red hair (also stars->-fire->red, Cinnamon did say it was like it was alive). I would also like to point out to you that while Cinnamon doesn't know this at this point, Lucifer is not in fact a man, he is a star, and so is genderless. But when one who has lived one's whole life in a world where most people belong in one of two primary genders and then sees a tall human shaped being, with no apparent feminine features, one tends to automatically assume that being is a man. But think of him, if you would, like Tilda Swinton as Gabriel, in the movie Constantine. That was a good movie, btw, you should watch it if you haven't yet. I'd link you to a picture, but I couldn't find a good one, so go google it.
4. Well, of course it's Cinnamon telling the story, but I should still think she distinguishes between a casual speech pattern and a formal one, not to mention very explicit British/American/whatever accent. So I don't think that the story written in the first person excuses the lack of variation in the dialogue. Besides, we tend to take it for granted that when it's written "she said: 'blablabla'" it means that those were her /actual words/.
But I digress. You now have a topic, go write stuff.
~Pie
Of course it's an excuse. Though admittedly not a good one. Thus the "I'm just not paying that much attention to it in this one".
DeleteAlso, like House pointed out, you can't see an accent. Or I suppose see in text. I know the vocabulary is a little different, but all my life I've learned British and American English so mixed up with each other it's surprisingly hard to write in clearly either.
And to your very last point. Maybe we shouldn't take it for granted.
~matu