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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 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 answers a work phone call.
Rekka activated the lights over the sofa on low, found two candles in a spicy, smoky scent, and lit them with a touch of energy. Setting them on the coffee table, she put some silly comedy on the screen, and half-watched it while she waited.
One episode shaded into the other without her really tracking when it had happened, and then the sofa shifted as Brenton settled next to her.
“Hey, this show is funny,” he draped an arm across her shoulders, “I haven’t seen this episode yet.”
They watched in companionable silence for a time, and he picked up her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, then, instead of releasing it, kept his fingers curled around hers. His thumb swept a few lazy arcs across the back of her hand, and the arm on her shoulder shifted so he could run his fingers through her hair.
“I was promised a massage,” Rekka said, “and no one’s given me one, though I’m still terribly stiff from all that work…”
“Who could that terrible person be, who made promises and didn’t deliver on them?” Brenton stood, and in one swift motion, scooped her up, carrying her toward the bedrooms. She expected him to open his door, but instead he pressed open hers with his elbow, and gently placed her on her bed.
* * *
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.