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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, moves in with him, and several weeks later, she overhears part of an angry phone conversation before he shuts the door–after trying to watch tv, she goes out to a nearby park to paint.
Rekka hunted for a possible subject, and spotting a water fountain down the path, carried her work table to the fountain, and made a circle, trying to pick her angle.
“Excuse me, are you alright?” a voice asked from behind her.
Rekka turned to see a man with tousled cotton-candy pink hair, wearing a sun-faded shirt stretched over well-defined muscles, who was watching her in bemusement.
“Yes–I’m going to paint the fountain, and I’m trying to decide if I want the view with the trees, or the view where the light is hitting the carvings on the fountain just so.” Rekka glanced at the trees, decided she liked the simpler arrangement better, and chose a spot on the ground.
The man shifted to stand behind her, and then without her asking, moved again so his shadow didn’t fall on her paper.
When she’d first started painting, she hated people watching her. If felt as if the pressure of their eyes amplified every mistake. And then she realized how forgiving watercolors could be–and more importantly, how forgiving people could be. Mostly, if people liked it, if it looked ‘right’ to them, they wouldn’t see the tiny flaws, the mistakes covered imperfectly.
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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.