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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.
A few dabs of dark gray, and she was done. The fountain had been carved of a local stone, a medium gray, with stacked bowls shaped like curved leaves from a branch, forming a graceful diagonal line. The edge of the basin was carved elaborately with vines and leaves and fey, pointed faces laughing from gaps in the greenery. Too much detail to do in a watercolor of the size she was making, but she’d managed the twists of the vines, the suggestion of leaves, and splashes of darkness that formed faces if you looked closely.
“That was quick,” the man still watching her said.
“You have to be quick with watercolors, they dry fast,” Rekka said, deciding her therapeutic painting had done its job. She felt better about Brenton’s phone conversation, and able to face him without feeling awkward. It was silly to want so much of his time–they weren’t married, and even if they had been, everyone deserved time and space to themselves.
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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.