Steemit SteemFest
That’s it! We’re booked in at the hotel – staying an extra night either side of the festival too - spoiled I am!
I’m SO looking forward to meeting everyone in ‘real life’.
We’ve dropped lucky with the travel arrangements. s0u1 had a few thousand air miles lying about the place and we’ve used them to get a better deal.
All I have to do now is pay him back…
The most recent picture of me – just in case you want to make sure of who you need to avoid at SteemFest ;)
I am a Writer. I create worlds, characters, myths, scenarios and stories.
That’s the reason I came to Steemit – it’s also the reason I’ve stayed.
I’d like to introduce you to two characters I’ve created. One is an established and well-liked character from my books. The other is a mystery – not only to my readers, but also to me.
Danik held out his arms and allowed the strong gusts of wind to pull his hair and wrap it across his eyes. He felt the fingers of the breeze tug at his locks as they tangled and caught on his ears and nose.
If he opened his mouth, his hair would be blown past his teeth and his reaction would be to pull it out and he laughed. His laugh was torn from his lips, set free by the oncoming storm. He caught his hair in one hand and looked towards the burgeoning storm clouds.
He could feel the storm approaching fast and it excited him to watch as the clouds grew darker by the minute and roiled and rolled towards the cliff that he was standing precariously on the edge of.
“I love this feeling, Hazel! I feel so alive! I feel as though nothing can harm me, nothing has ever been able to harm me.”
His voice grew quieter then and he whispered but Hazel could still hear him even over the whistling gale that was increasing in intensity even as they stood waiting for the rain.
“Danik, you’ve been performing this ritual for the past three hundred years, doesn’t it get old?”
He turned to look at her and she saw the wildness in his eyes and she knew the answer... no, to Danik, challenging nature never got old, could never get old. He thrived on the adrenalin and she felt herself thanking some deity or another that he was one of the ‘good guys’.
Hazel looked at Danik as he turned to face the maelstrom again. He was naked and his body was as firm and supple as she remembered it when they had first met more than three centuries since. He had no shame or modesty and she laughed with him.
Then he turned his back to the sea, held out his arms again and leaned backwards until gravity took hold and pulled his body out past the point of no return. His toes gave a little push to send him further away from the cliff face as he tumbled and then he was lost from her sight.
Her heart always felt as though it had been punched when she saw him perform his ritual but she had long ago stopped trying to persuade him not to by words or by force.
Danik would either hit the sea or the rocks below. She hoped that it was the sea because it made an awful mess of his beautiful body when he hit the rocks...