Introduction #1 - Full Moon Poetry
Jul. 5th, 2006 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellyssianThis is still pending some feedback from Deb - two parts are needing revision, and the opening itself is one of them. An urban fantasy, taking place in an unspecified city. Completely subject to change, although even if re-written to exclude everything here, I expect this portion is still true. The title itself is subject to change, despite that being the first thing I came up with. Other than the name of the consulting company mentioned here, the moon, despite having a pivotal role, only makes an appearance at the end in summary form - and that would be the other weak point in need of revision.
Have you ever noticed that sayings such as "As the crow flies" always seem to have a connotation that differs from what one would expect should they analyse it closely?
Take this saying and translate it to its intent, and what you really come up with is "In a straight-lined path" which is a great simplification of the actual path any bird might take betwixt point A and point B, should they ever arrive at point B in the first place.
So following the given advice, one would think taking side detours for a fragment of shiny or for a small taste of prime road-prepared raw flesh would be quite apropos. Travelling that straight and narrow path would, of course, give way to more important things such as evading or mobbing predators. If one was to travel as the crow flies, one simply must engage in all manner of minor excursions, of storytelling, of crops theft, and of other random mischief.
Mina wasn't really considering any of that as she tried to reconcile the spoken word with the small, touristy map with the lay of the land. She was, however, wondering about the three dimensional nature of crow-flight, especially in regards to crossing vast expanses of steel, glass and concrete – for the lay of the land had precious little real, actual land in view, unless one counted the caged in bits of earth wherein were planted small, struggling trees or the occasional window box in some of the residential brownstones.
Point A to point B had never seemed clearer when the old man rattled on about crows, and south easterly, and flying. Point A – her entry to the city – was still clear in her mind, but she wasn't sure how long that would last. She was fast losing hope of locating point B – Full Moon, a consulting company, with a position awaiting her there – and she had no faith in retaining the ability to trace her way back after another set of twists and turns.
She had thought a city laid out so logically should have been an easy matter for navigation, what with their alphabet marching one way and their numbered avenues another.
She looked around once more, scanning the horizon – which didn't take much as the buildings led her gaze up, and none too far away – and then looking back across the street.
Well, that was that. The alley way misplaced itself since she left it.
Have you ever noticed that sayings such as "As the crow flies" always seem to have a connotation that differs from what one would expect should they analyse it closely?
Take this saying and translate it to its intent, and what you really come up with is "In a straight-lined path" which is a great simplification of the actual path any bird might take betwixt point A and point B, should they ever arrive at point B in the first place.
So following the given advice, one would think taking side detours for a fragment of shiny or for a small taste of prime road-prepared raw flesh would be quite apropos. Travelling that straight and narrow path would, of course, give way to more important things such as evading or mobbing predators. If one was to travel as the crow flies, one simply must engage in all manner of minor excursions, of storytelling, of crops theft, and of other random mischief.
Mina wasn't really considering any of that as she tried to reconcile the spoken word with the small, touristy map with the lay of the land. She was, however, wondering about the three dimensional nature of crow-flight, especially in regards to crossing vast expanses of steel, glass and concrete – for the lay of the land had precious little real, actual land in view, unless one counted the caged in bits of earth wherein were planted small, struggling trees or the occasional window box in some of the residential brownstones.
Point A to point B had never seemed clearer when the old man rattled on about crows, and south easterly, and flying. Point A – her entry to the city – was still clear in her mind, but she wasn't sure how long that would last. She was fast losing hope of locating point B – Full Moon, a consulting company, with a position awaiting her there – and she had no faith in retaining the ability to trace her way back after another set of twists and turns.
She had thought a city laid out so logically should have been an easy matter for navigation, what with their alphabet marching one way and their numbered avenues another.
She looked around once more, scanning the horizon – which didn't take much as the buildings led her gaze up, and none too far away – and then looking back across the street.
Well, that was that. The alley way misplaced itself since she left it.