Weekend Writing Warriors: 7/1

This 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by The Weekend Writing Warriors. (Click the link for the list of participants, or rules if you want to join!)

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, moves in with him, and he and takes her to the testing center, where they flirt and kiss, then Rekka tests and gets her results–and Ruby lies, saying a move from a strong 2 to a weak 3 isn’t a big deal, which Brenton doesn’t correct. He takes her home, and offers her a massage.

 

 

“Just a minute, I have…” He stepped out of the room, and returned with a bottle of lotion, “This smell okay?”

He held it out, and Rekka got a whiff of vanilla and spice, so she nodded.

“Now, since someone didn’t keep their promises, you’ll have to make do with me. May I remove your shirt?”

Rekka nodded again, and he pulled it off with a brisk efficiency that surprised her.

“Purple–goes nicely with your skin tone,” he said, gaze on her lacy bra, “Right, on your stomach, please.”

She stretched out, and he shifted the pillow under her arms, which she’d folded to rest her head on.

“Comfortable?” He asked, and she hummed agreement.

She heard the click of him opening the lotion bottle, then him rubbing his hands together, then his hands touched her back, the lotion still cool enough to make her flinch. “Sorry, my dear, give it a moment.”

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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.