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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, and traveled to be met with an empty apartment and a message saying he’s away on business–a few days later he returns, makes breakfast, and after work takes her to the testing center, where they flirt and kiss, then Rekka tests for quantity of ignition points, then accuracy of targeting (which I skipped over), and is taking a break, tired from the test.
“You feeling alright, my dear?” Brenton asked, watching her over his phone’s holoscreen.
“Yes, I’m fine, but no one’s really made me reach this hard,” Rekka glanced at Ruby, who was furiously imputing something on her tablet, “Which does say something about your testing facilities–you know what you’re doing.”
Brenton closed the projection, and stepped behind her, rubbing her shoulders, “Don’t let her push you too hard, though.”
“Certainly,” she leaned into his capable hands.
“You ready, Rekka?” Ruby called.
Rekka sighed piteously, drained the rest of her water, and stood, “You stay ready with those magic hands of yours.”
“Will do,” Brenton said, with a wicked smile, “My magic hands are yours to command.”
“I don’t have time to flirt with you right now,” Rekka shook her head, and hurried off.
“Last one, then we’re finished,” Ruby said.
* * *
Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.