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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 more than a year later, is outside painting when L, the pink haired man, shows up and gives her a hand carved wood goldfinch, saying “It reminds me of you.”
He must’ve read the surprise on Rekka’s face, because L swiped his hand through the air as if to erase what he’d said. “Not the coloring, of course, or that you’re a bird, because you’re not, but… you made me something, and I thought I should make you something, too…”
“It’s lovely, really,” Rekka reassured, “but it must’ve been much more work than my painting.”
“I travel a lot, and sometimes you’re stuck somewhere with nothing to do, so I make these out of scraps,” he waved his hand again, slower, dismissing his efforts.
“And I’m like a goldfinch,” Rekka prompted.
“Bright, inquisitive, and chirpy, yeah,” he said, without hesitation, having abruptly gotten over whatever troubled him.
“Chirpy,” Rekka repeated, considering if she wanted to accept the word. There was, she decided, a certain cheerfulness to her nature, and a definite willingness to peck at people when it amused her.
“I’m touched you thought of me, L. Were you headed somewhere?”
* * *
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.