More Blue Eyes-Chapter 2
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itsallovernowOk, the chapters continue, but I need to change my plan of attack. After I post these two chapters, I'm going to have to back up and focus on the plot. I'm getting way too bogged down in detail here, which was the initial fear. It doesn't advance the story much, but I'm making my list. And I keep telling myself, rough draft, rough draft.
Chapter Two
Her mother’s rage was not something that Anix Sun particularly feared, but it was something she respected. Captain Aeryn Sun was far too self-contained to let expressions of ire leak out uncontrolled, and she used the white hot anger as a way to get things done. The few times Anix herself had borne the brunt of that anger were not occasions she was likely to forget. Nor were the soft, careful apologies from her mother. Well, Anix thought ruefully, if you could call regretting that she had threatened her offspring with death or dismemberment apologies. She knew her mother didn’t mean it. She also knew her mother was perfectly capable of carrying out those threats.
Strapped into the back of the marauder as it shot from the old battered Luxan cargo vessel onto what remained of the Royal Planet, Anix refrained from speaking. Her mother was in a fit of temper, the marauder heading on a screaming path towards the landing dock, but none of the rebel commandoes accompanying them were willing to ask her to slow down. Better to question Aeryn Sun’s skill as a leader than her skill as a pilot.
“Jerek, are the coordinates secure?” Her tone was clipped, controlled. Anix sat further back in her seat, unwilling to draw her parent’s attention to her. They’d been arguing before Aeryn had received word of the threat to the Royal Planet. It was supposed to be neutral, sacrosanct. The rebels didn’t ask them for supplies, for help, for anything, and the Scarrens and the Peacekeepers were supposed to leave them be.
Anix didn’t know what had changed, but guessed that Aeryn did. The last few solar days had been a blur as the team prepared to land and try and reclaim the main city if possible. Anix had never seen her mother so close to being frantic as she ordered troops into position, sequestered weapons, maps and warriors, their family fight forgotten.
“Aeryn,” her godfather finally said, his voice a low grumble. “You will do no one any good if you kill us before we can exit this wretched excuse for transportation.”
Her mother snarled, barely turning to acknowledge the large Luxan who had been a continuous fixture in Anix’s life since she was four cycles old. “I’m not going to crash the frelling marauder, D’Argo. If you have to worry about anything, worry about the people in that city.”
Anticipation and excitement danced through her. She was going with them into this fight. Granted, she’d probably have to stay in the marauder, but she had a pulse pistol and she was actually going to the fight. Her mother had to see that she was old enough to do this, had to understand that she was a soldier too.
Or not, as it turned out.
“You will stay in this vessel. You will not move, you will not even think of moving from it. Do you understand?” Anix felt the protest deep in her belly.
“It’s not fair. Why can’t I come?” she could hear the slight whine, saw her mother flinch as she strapped her armor on.
“You are a child, and I will not have you harmed, Anix.” She checked buckles, straps, said this phrase like it was so reasonable, and Anix slammed her hand against the chair she was leaning against.
“It’s not frelling fair! I’m not a child!” Aeryn gave her a look that stopped her in her tracks. It was cold, and hard, and brooked absolutely no argument.
“You are my child. You will do as I order you to do, as my child and as a member of this team.” She turned, and walked away, her back straight, body graceful even under the weight of the armor and signaled for the others to follow her.
“Teyvn. If she tries to leave, you have my permission to shoot her.” Said Aeryn briskly, and exited the ship.
“Frell you, Captain Sun!” Anix bellowed, the words tearing out of her.
D’Argo hefted his Qualta blade, and moved to stand by her. He touched her cheek, drawing her attention to the fact that hated tears were steaming down her face. She quickly smeared them away.
“Ah, love, why do you argue with her?” he asked gently. The other commandoes regarded D’Argo with uneasiness, their new lives as part of a rebellion still not always enough to combat former prejudices; but for Anix, he’d always been a comfort, a protector, someone to balance out her mother’s rigidity.
“I’m not an infant. I can take care of myself, she doesn’t need to have me watched like a crecheling.” She swiped at another errant tear.
D’Argo chuckled, the sound a warm rumbling.
“She loves you. She couldn’t bear to see you hurt, Anix. Give her a little leeway on that, all right?” She set her jaw, but nodded slightly.
“And Anix,” D’Argo called over his shoulder as he stalked off to battle, “Stay in the frelling ship!”
***
It had taken days for them to force back the PK’s, and in the meantime, she’d been moved into the palace compound to help the Royal family and the palace residents deal with the fallout from this breach of their peace, the destruction of their rights and rituals and lives. She’d been allowed to help tend to the wounded, doing what she could, which was mostly fetching and carrying, and she slept in a small room that she shared with her mother when the Captain was able to take a few arns of rest.
Anix had seen hundreds of commerce stations, military style barracks, and ships, but she’d rarely seen anything as beautiful as the rooms on this planet. Even with the fallen pillars and scattered beams, the palace still seemed like a place out of a story, a fairy tale, her mother had called them, smiling ruefully at the description. Anix had never seen anything like a fairy, although Chiana and her brother came close, but she liked the stories of heroes and creatures and adventure, though she suspected that sometimes her mother mixed up the details, and she knew she had to be making up the names. Who would name a child Aurora?
They had been in the compound for a weeken, trying to regroup and figure out the next step, when Anix rounded a corner, and stopped short at the sight of her mother and D’Argo standing outside of the room being used as an infirmary for the Royal Family. Her mother’s shoulders were slumped, and she looked sadder than Anix could remember her looking since Talyn died. D’Argo’s large hand rested on her shoulder, and her mother looked so small that Anix wanted to yell at her and cry at the same time.
“He should be fine,” D’Argo said softly. Aeryn nodded, still looking at the ground.
“Aeryn,” the compassion in her godfather’s voice was so strong that Anix wanted to run to her mother, and wrap her arms around her, the continual arguments of the week forgotten. Aeryn raised her head, her features as still and controlled as her bound, black hair.
“Sixteen cycles, D’Argo. A lifetime ago. What do I say to him?” she asked. “What do I tell him about what we’ve been doing in the meantime?”
“We’ll figure it out, Aeryn. You’re not alone in this.” Her mother nodded again, wrapping her hand around D’Argo’s and squeezing it.
“I know. And thank you.”
Anix cleared her throat then, alerting them to her presence, and saw the same sad smile spread across her mother’s lovely face.
“There you are,” she said, as if she’d been looking for her. Anix tilted her head a little, puzzled. “Come with me, Anix. We need to talk.”
With a glance at D’Argo who nodded at her, she followed her mother to the common area where they were taking meals for the time being. Aeryn sat at the table, swirling liquid around in a glass, looking around at the room before speaking.
“I was here a very long time ago,” she finally said. “Long before you were born.”
She tilted her head back, swallowing the drink. “It looked very different then. It was a haven from the Peacekeepers, a peaceful kingdom holding it’s own against the competing forces of the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans. This planet should never have been involved in this conflict.” The steel edge to her voice was back, the one that helped to carve out a place for those in the universe who refused to be subjected to the cruelties of their enemies. “Someone allowed that peace to be violated, and I will find out who.”
Anix had no doubt of that and took a tentative sip of her own drink, feeling the burn of an intoxicant, and looked at her mother in surprise. Aeryn raised an eyebrow in amusement, a gesture Anix spent time practicing but had yet to master. She took a larger drink, struggling not to cough. Her mother continued.
“ In the meantime, we have to assume that one power or another will try and take advantage of this current situation. This planet has resources, people, weapons, technology, ties to other realms. They will not be left alone to rebuild for long.”
Aeryn looked around again, her gaze settling on something that Anix couldn’t see. The next words were soft, slow, and Anix got the feeling that her mother was talking to someone else.
“The royal family here maintained dynastic integrity by ensuring that the heir would have a consort and offspring before being appointed, and then the couple would be frozen for 80 cycles to watch over the proceedings of the court and the people and the senate, gaining a strong understanding of the needs of their subjects.”
“Frozen?” They froze people? That just didn’t sound right. Her mother was indifferent to science, and Anix speculated on what she meant by frozen. Aeryn waved her hand dismissively. “They were literally turned into statues, although they could see and hear. You could talk to them, as well.” She added in a low voice.
“Anyway, the explosives that were set in the palace somehow damaged the mechanism that kept them frozen, and they were released from that state.” Anix nodded. Those were the people in the infirmary.
“Our med techs don’t know if they can help the Princess, but her consort is being slowly revived. His name is John Crichton. He’s not Sebacean, and they think that may be why he’s recovering more quickly.”
“What is he then?” Anix asked, puzzled. She’d seen the Royal couple briefly, and they looked pretty Sebacean to her.
“He’s a species called Human,” her mother said with a sigh. “It’s similar, but not the same.”
‘”I’ve never heard of humans?” she said, unable to keep the petulance from her tone, earning a smile from her mother.
“Neither had I at your age,” she replied, “but they are resilient creatures.”
Anix still had no idea what any of this had to do with her, and said so, finally.
Her mother worried her lower lip and sighed roughly. “I have to leave sometime this weeken to deal with the problems on Senna 5. Their team leader was killed, and they’ve never been the most stable arm. It’s really messy out there right now, and I want you to stay here.”
“Mother, that’s not fair.” Aeryn held up a hand, her face betraying her worry over this plan. “It is simply too dangerous to take you with me right now, and you’ll be safer here, I think. It won’t be for long, I promise.”
Anix clenched her teeth. “It was so frelling unfair,” she thought, but simply said, “Fine.”
“Anix, this is not a punishment. Besides, I think you can be useful here. You can help these people regroup, give them something to look forward to, maybe help the Royal couple if they wake up.”
She nodded reluctantly.
“Is D’Argo going with you?” she asked.
“Yes. I need his expertise,” and Aeryn grinned, lighting her face, “and his ability to scare the hezmana out of Sebaceans. Teyvn will stay here with you, though, all right?”
She nodded, knowing there was no choice.
***
The human had woken up the next day, groggy and unhappy and cranky as a treznot. Anix snuck into the infirmary to see him. He just looked so Sebacean that it was hard to believe he was a different species entirely. She was looking at the chart the tech had prepared on him when a voice startled her.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing?” Well he certainly wasn’t speaking Sebacean. His voice had an odd rhythm, the syllables fluid and clipped under the translation.
She glanced up guiltily to see the human struggling to sit up in his bed.
“I wanted to see you,” she said before she could stop herself. The human chuckled and then winced in pain.
“Well, now you’ve seen me. Could you maybe get me some water, and maybe a truckload of morphine?”
She shook her head, confused. He gestured to the vial next to her.
“I think that’s some kind of pain killer there next to you.” She brought him the vial and some water, and watched as he downed it.
“Thanks kid. What’s your name?”
“Anix.”
“You’re not from here, are ya?”
She shook her head.
“Well, my name is John Crichton. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiled, and he returned her grin, tilting his head little, looking at her closely, then shook his head.
“I’m kinda beat, Anix, but, uh, if you wanted to come visit me some other time. I’d like that.”
She nodded again, and left.
That had been a little more than a monen ago, and her fascination with the human continued to grow. She was a little frightened by the Empress, who was still imperious and demanding in this ruined realm, and felt sorry for Councilor Tyno, who looked like his world had fallen apart, which she guessed it had.
The human, though, was kind and funny, and sometimes very, very odd. But he treated her like an adult, and would sometimes steal her away from her tutor, who had also been forced to come down to the planet. Her mother was insistent upon her education. There were other people her age around, but she rarely saw them, and when she did, they looked at her with fear and suspicion, which wasn’t exactly new, but disheartening all the same.
She missed D’Argo, and Chiana, and, frell, even missed her mother.
***
The sparring was going really well. Crichton had regained much of his strength, and he was surprisingly quick when he tried to be. In addition, he out massed her by a good deal, so when she knocked him out, she was quite pleased with herself.
She heard clapping behind her, and glanced back to see her mother leaning in the doorway, looking amused and then thoughtful. Aeryn walked towards her, running her hand over Anix’s unruly curls in a rare gesture of tenderness. Her mother pulled her towards her in a quick hug, still stroking her hair, and Anix breathed in the scent that was so uniquely Aeryn. Wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly, Anix sank in to the feel of this affection for a moment before quickly letting her go.
“Well, what do we have here?” she said, kneeling done by the prone body of the human. Anix watched as her mother gently touched Crichton’s chest, her palm resting there for a moment, before sliding up to check his pulse.
She turned towards her daughter, shaking her head. “Anix, humans are very susceptible to Pantak jabs.”
Chapter Two
Her mother’s rage was not something that Anix Sun particularly feared, but it was something she respected. Captain Aeryn Sun was far too self-contained to let expressions of ire leak out uncontrolled, and she used the white hot anger as a way to get things done. The few times Anix herself had borne the brunt of that anger were not occasions she was likely to forget. Nor were the soft, careful apologies from her mother. Well, Anix thought ruefully, if you could call regretting that she had threatened her offspring with death or dismemberment apologies. She knew her mother didn’t mean it. She also knew her mother was perfectly capable of carrying out those threats.
Strapped into the back of the marauder as it shot from the old battered Luxan cargo vessel onto what remained of the Royal Planet, Anix refrained from speaking. Her mother was in a fit of temper, the marauder heading on a screaming path towards the landing dock, but none of the rebel commandoes accompanying them were willing to ask her to slow down. Better to question Aeryn Sun’s skill as a leader than her skill as a pilot.
“Jerek, are the coordinates secure?” Her tone was clipped, controlled. Anix sat further back in her seat, unwilling to draw her parent’s attention to her. They’d been arguing before Aeryn had received word of the threat to the Royal Planet. It was supposed to be neutral, sacrosanct. The rebels didn’t ask them for supplies, for help, for anything, and the Scarrens and the Peacekeepers were supposed to leave them be.
Anix didn’t know what had changed, but guessed that Aeryn did. The last few solar days had been a blur as the team prepared to land and try and reclaim the main city if possible. Anix had never seen her mother so close to being frantic as she ordered troops into position, sequestered weapons, maps and warriors, their family fight forgotten.
“Aeryn,” her godfather finally said, his voice a low grumble. “You will do no one any good if you kill us before we can exit this wretched excuse for transportation.”
Her mother snarled, barely turning to acknowledge the large Luxan who had been a continuous fixture in Anix’s life since she was four cycles old. “I’m not going to crash the frelling marauder, D’Argo. If you have to worry about anything, worry about the people in that city.”
Anticipation and excitement danced through her. She was going with them into this fight. Granted, she’d probably have to stay in the marauder, but she had a pulse pistol and she was actually going to the fight. Her mother had to see that she was old enough to do this, had to understand that she was a soldier too.
Or not, as it turned out.
“You will stay in this vessel. You will not move, you will not even think of moving from it. Do you understand?” Anix felt the protest deep in her belly.
“It’s not fair. Why can’t I come?” she could hear the slight whine, saw her mother flinch as she strapped her armor on.
“You are a child, and I will not have you harmed, Anix.” She checked buckles, straps, said this phrase like it was so reasonable, and Anix slammed her hand against the chair she was leaning against.
“It’s not frelling fair! I’m not a child!” Aeryn gave her a look that stopped her in her tracks. It was cold, and hard, and brooked absolutely no argument.
“You are my child. You will do as I order you to do, as my child and as a member of this team.” She turned, and walked away, her back straight, body graceful even under the weight of the armor and signaled for the others to follow her.
“Teyvn. If she tries to leave, you have my permission to shoot her.” Said Aeryn briskly, and exited the ship.
“Frell you, Captain Sun!” Anix bellowed, the words tearing out of her.
D’Argo hefted his Qualta blade, and moved to stand by her. He touched her cheek, drawing her attention to the fact that hated tears were steaming down her face. She quickly smeared them away.
“Ah, love, why do you argue with her?” he asked gently. The other commandoes regarded D’Argo with uneasiness, their new lives as part of a rebellion still not always enough to combat former prejudices; but for Anix, he’d always been a comfort, a protector, someone to balance out her mother’s rigidity.
“I’m not an infant. I can take care of myself, she doesn’t need to have me watched like a crecheling.” She swiped at another errant tear.
D’Argo chuckled, the sound a warm rumbling.
“She loves you. She couldn’t bear to see you hurt, Anix. Give her a little leeway on that, all right?” She set her jaw, but nodded slightly.
“And Anix,” D’Argo called over his shoulder as he stalked off to battle, “Stay in the frelling ship!”
***
It had taken days for them to force back the PK’s, and in the meantime, she’d been moved into the palace compound to help the Royal family and the palace residents deal with the fallout from this breach of their peace, the destruction of their rights and rituals and lives. She’d been allowed to help tend to the wounded, doing what she could, which was mostly fetching and carrying, and she slept in a small room that she shared with her mother when the Captain was able to take a few arns of rest.
Anix had seen hundreds of commerce stations, military style barracks, and ships, but she’d rarely seen anything as beautiful as the rooms on this planet. Even with the fallen pillars and scattered beams, the palace still seemed like a place out of a story, a fairy tale, her mother had called them, smiling ruefully at the description. Anix had never seen anything like a fairy, although Chiana and her brother came close, but she liked the stories of heroes and creatures and adventure, though she suspected that sometimes her mother mixed up the details, and she knew she had to be making up the names. Who would name a child Aurora?
They had been in the compound for a weeken, trying to regroup and figure out the next step, when Anix rounded a corner, and stopped short at the sight of her mother and D’Argo standing outside of the room being used as an infirmary for the Royal Family. Her mother’s shoulders were slumped, and she looked sadder than Anix could remember her looking since Talyn died. D’Argo’s large hand rested on her shoulder, and her mother looked so small that Anix wanted to yell at her and cry at the same time.
“He should be fine,” D’Argo said softly. Aeryn nodded, still looking at the ground.
“Aeryn,” the compassion in her godfather’s voice was so strong that Anix wanted to run to her mother, and wrap her arms around her, the continual arguments of the week forgotten. Aeryn raised her head, her features as still and controlled as her bound, black hair.
“Sixteen cycles, D’Argo. A lifetime ago. What do I say to him?” she asked. “What do I tell him about what we’ve been doing in the meantime?”
“We’ll figure it out, Aeryn. You’re not alone in this.” Her mother nodded again, wrapping her hand around D’Argo’s and squeezing it.
“I know. And thank you.”
Anix cleared her throat then, alerting them to her presence, and saw the same sad smile spread across her mother’s lovely face.
“There you are,” she said, as if she’d been looking for her. Anix tilted her head a little, puzzled. “Come with me, Anix. We need to talk.”
With a glance at D’Argo who nodded at her, she followed her mother to the common area where they were taking meals for the time being. Aeryn sat at the table, swirling liquid around in a glass, looking around at the room before speaking.
“I was here a very long time ago,” she finally said. “Long before you were born.”
She tilted her head back, swallowing the drink. “It looked very different then. It was a haven from the Peacekeepers, a peaceful kingdom holding it’s own against the competing forces of the Peacekeepers and the Scarrans. This planet should never have been involved in this conflict.” The steel edge to her voice was back, the one that helped to carve out a place for those in the universe who refused to be subjected to the cruelties of their enemies. “Someone allowed that peace to be violated, and I will find out who.”
Anix had no doubt of that and took a tentative sip of her own drink, feeling the burn of an intoxicant, and looked at her mother in surprise. Aeryn raised an eyebrow in amusement, a gesture Anix spent time practicing but had yet to master. She took a larger drink, struggling not to cough. Her mother continued.
“ In the meantime, we have to assume that one power or another will try and take advantage of this current situation. This planet has resources, people, weapons, technology, ties to other realms. They will not be left alone to rebuild for long.”
Aeryn looked around again, her gaze settling on something that Anix couldn’t see. The next words were soft, slow, and Anix got the feeling that her mother was talking to someone else.
“The royal family here maintained dynastic integrity by ensuring that the heir would have a consort and offspring before being appointed, and then the couple would be frozen for 80 cycles to watch over the proceedings of the court and the people and the senate, gaining a strong understanding of the needs of their subjects.”
“Frozen?” They froze people? That just didn’t sound right. Her mother was indifferent to science, and Anix speculated on what she meant by frozen. Aeryn waved her hand dismissively. “They were literally turned into statues, although they could see and hear. You could talk to them, as well.” She added in a low voice.
“Anyway, the explosives that were set in the palace somehow damaged the mechanism that kept them frozen, and they were released from that state.” Anix nodded. Those were the people in the infirmary.
“Our med techs don’t know if they can help the Princess, but her consort is being slowly revived. His name is John Crichton. He’s not Sebacean, and they think that may be why he’s recovering more quickly.”
“What is he then?” Anix asked, puzzled. She’d seen the Royal couple briefly, and they looked pretty Sebacean to her.
“He’s a species called Human,” her mother said with a sigh. “It’s similar, but not the same.”
‘”I’ve never heard of humans?” she said, unable to keep the petulance from her tone, earning a smile from her mother.
“Neither had I at your age,” she replied, “but they are resilient creatures.”
Anix still had no idea what any of this had to do with her, and said so, finally.
Her mother worried her lower lip and sighed roughly. “I have to leave sometime this weeken to deal with the problems on Senna 5. Their team leader was killed, and they’ve never been the most stable arm. It’s really messy out there right now, and I want you to stay here.”
“Mother, that’s not fair.” Aeryn held up a hand, her face betraying her worry over this plan. “It is simply too dangerous to take you with me right now, and you’ll be safer here, I think. It won’t be for long, I promise.”
Anix clenched her teeth. “It was so frelling unfair,” she thought, but simply said, “Fine.”
“Anix, this is not a punishment. Besides, I think you can be useful here. You can help these people regroup, give them something to look forward to, maybe help the Royal couple if they wake up.”
She nodded reluctantly.
“Is D’Argo going with you?” she asked.
“Yes. I need his expertise,” and Aeryn grinned, lighting her face, “and his ability to scare the hezmana out of Sebaceans. Teyvn will stay here with you, though, all right?”
She nodded, knowing there was no choice.
***
The human had woken up the next day, groggy and unhappy and cranky as a treznot. Anix snuck into the infirmary to see him. He just looked so Sebacean that it was hard to believe he was a different species entirely. She was looking at the chart the tech had prepared on him when a voice startled her.
“Hey, kid, what are you doing?” Well he certainly wasn’t speaking Sebacean. His voice had an odd rhythm, the syllables fluid and clipped under the translation.
She glanced up guiltily to see the human struggling to sit up in his bed.
“I wanted to see you,” she said before she could stop herself. The human chuckled and then winced in pain.
“Well, now you’ve seen me. Could you maybe get me some water, and maybe a truckload of morphine?”
She shook her head, confused. He gestured to the vial next to her.
“I think that’s some kind of pain killer there next to you.” She brought him the vial and some water, and watched as he downed it.
“Thanks kid. What’s your name?”
“Anix.”
“You’re not from here, are ya?”
She shook her head.
“Well, my name is John Crichton. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiled, and he returned her grin, tilting his head little, looking at her closely, then shook his head.
“I’m kinda beat, Anix, but, uh, if you wanted to come visit me some other time. I’d like that.”
She nodded again, and left.
That had been a little more than a monen ago, and her fascination with the human continued to grow. She was a little frightened by the Empress, who was still imperious and demanding in this ruined realm, and felt sorry for Councilor Tyno, who looked like his world had fallen apart, which she guessed it had.
The human, though, was kind and funny, and sometimes very, very odd. But he treated her like an adult, and would sometimes steal her away from her tutor, who had also been forced to come down to the planet. Her mother was insistent upon her education. There were other people her age around, but she rarely saw them, and when she did, they looked at her with fear and suspicion, which wasn’t exactly new, but disheartening all the same.
She missed D’Argo, and Chiana, and, frell, even missed her mother.
***
The sparring was going really well. Crichton had regained much of his strength, and he was surprisingly quick when he tried to be. In addition, he out massed her by a good deal, so when she knocked him out, she was quite pleased with herself.
She heard clapping behind her, and glanced back to see her mother leaning in the doorway, looking amused and then thoughtful. Aeryn walked towards her, running her hand over Anix’s unruly curls in a rare gesture of tenderness. Her mother pulled her towards her in a quick hug, still stroking her hair, and Anix breathed in the scent that was so uniquely Aeryn. Wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly, Anix sank in to the feel of this affection for a moment before quickly letting her go.
“Well, what do we have here?” she said, kneeling done by the prone body of the human. Anix watched as her mother gently touched Crichton’s chest, her palm resting there for a moment, before sliding up to check his pulse.
She turned towards her daughter, shaking her head. “Anix, humans are very susceptible to Pantak jabs.”
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Date: 2003-06-24 04:30 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-06-24 05:01 pm (UTC)I want the alternating POV's to tell the story, but someone has to be the main POV threading through, and I'm trying to decide who I want that to be right now. Not Anix, though it's tempting, but she's way too much of an OC and teenagers, not real reliable as narrators, but it's a toss up between the other three. I have to do Aeryn's chapter before I make a decision, see who I'm most comfortable being the most reliable source.
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Date: 2003-06-24 05:21 pm (UTC)