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The Miscellaneous Adventures of Enola and Prosper 2

CBaHC
Chapter 26: Morning Glory
Page: 157

Enola and Prosper
Chapter: 4
Page: 9

New Series (maybe)
Chapter: 1
Page: 4

Writer's block status: When in doubt, use poison.

Enola sat on a small bluff overlooking the ocean. Ships with sails of every color were constantly coming and going from the ports. She tried her best to use the beat of the tides to calm her breathing. Her chest was tight as if someone was sitting on it. It was hard to breathe, though she tried to steady herself the best she could. After a few minutes, she managed to return to normality. She brought her knees to her chest and sat with her eyes closed. The wind from the sea blew against her face and made her hair dance behind her. She was only disturbed when she felt a presence nearing her. Her eyes shot open and looked over. Prosper was approaching her from behind. She froze with fear.

            “Are you alright?” he asked. She couldn't speak. He waited a few feet behind for a response. “I said, are you alright?” Again there was silence. He began to approach again and stopped because of her physical ques. “I assume from your silence and fear that you are not and I am the cause.” Enola looked away. Prosper sighed heavily. “I thought it so when you ran away.”

            “I did not run.” Her response surprised both of them. “I walked to attend to other business.” Prosper smiled ever so slightly.

            “And other business is sitting on top of a hill looking at the sea?” he asked.

            “It’s a bluff,” she corrected. She turned back to the sea. Prosper took it as an invitation to join her.

            “It is a bluff.” He glanced over at her and she stared out to sea. The fear exaggerated the size of her already large eyes. “Some where you must know that I will not hurt you. I won’t even touch you with out your consent.” Enola did not move at all. “Sebastian and Cal, they won’t ask for permission to touch your arm. They’ll just take.”

            “Then why do you associate yourself with them?” Enola looked over, seemingly calmer. Prosper shrugged.

            “To keep them from hurting girls who don’t want to be hurt.” Enola furrowed her brow. “You seem confused.”

            “You were so cold before. What is this?” she asked.

            “I don’t like strangers either. I don’t like forced conversations with strangers. I don’t like friends speaking for those who do not speak.” Enola began to loosen up physically as he spoke. “You are smarter than them. You know that some strangers are more dangerous than others. That will keep you alive.” A silence fell over them again, though it was not heavy.

            “Will you tell me of Erana?” she asked.

            “You have never seen it?” Prosper asked. Enola shook her head.

            “My parents do not speak of it. They left before I was born. I never knew it.” Prosper thought for a while before beginning.

            “It’s very bourgeois. There are large estates with vast yards and fields of wheat. In the summer, the gold of the wheat creates a sea as a breeze rolls in. The grass is greener than the purest emerald and the trees are heavy with fruit. Children play in the trees dropping sweet fruit to their friends. In the winter, the snow covers the yards and fields in an endless expanse of uninterrupted and luminous white. The trees hold thin leaves of white. The children play in the white snow, making men of snow and throwing snow balls at each other. Everyone is happy,” Prosper explained. Enola tried her best to picture what it would be like. She knew of grass, but it was always brown.

            “What is snow?” she asked. Prosper repeated the question and chuckled.

            “It is frozen water, but not ice. If you chip away at ice, you know of the white fluff that falls as you chip?” Enola nodded. There were a merchant that specialized in ice for the wealthy to keep the heat at bay. She saw him chip away at a block and saw the white that fell. “That is snow, except in Erana, it falls from the sky.”

            “Fancy that. Ice chips from the sky.” Another silence descended over them, though it seemed only natural. “Why did you leave?”

            “Pardon?” Enola could sense she was walking into tense territory.

            “You describe such a lovely scene. Why are you away from it?” He became very silent and seemed to be forming the explanation in his head.

            “Cal, Sebastian, and I have a benefactor in these parts. He asked us to take care of some business in this area. It’s only temporary if done correctly. Once we have completed our business, I can return to my home in Erana… We should return soon.” Enola nodded and began to pick herself up before Prosper offered her his hand. She looked up at him to confirm that he wanted to help her. He didn't look away as she accepted the help up. His hands were warmer than she expected, though she felt silly for believing they would be cold because of his personality. The two walked back together into town. Anha and Uwenna saw them coming and waved.

            “Where were you?” Uwenna called as they came closer.

            “At the bluff!” Enola replied. It was the loudest she had been that day. Anha and Uwenna saw Prosper with her and became very silent. Prosper bid Enola good day and left the girls together.

            “What was Prosper doing with you?” Anha asked in a harsh whisper.

            “What do you even see in him? He’s so creepy and cold,” Uwenna commented. Both exchanged disgusted glances.

            “He’s not that bad. He just doesn’t like strangers, like me,” Enola answered. Anha linked arms with her as the girls began walking back.

            “Well, as your friends, we advise that you shouldn’t see him. He’s just going to break your heart in the end,” she cautioned. Uwenna backed up her statement with a nod.

            “See him? No! I have no interest in him romantically. I just think you two shouldn’t be so quick to judge him,” she protested. Anha and Uwenna were clearly unconvinced. Enola sighed and abandoned it all together. She glanced over and saw him with Sebastian and Cal. He looked back at her with a straight face. His eyes were not harsh at all though.

            “Oh gods, it’s them,” Uwenna muttered. Sebastian and Cal seemed apologetic, yet they still had an egotistical air to them. Anha grunted with disgust and hurried Enola and Uwenna past them. Uwenna still managed to get a disgusted sneer across to them. The men watched them hurry past, but Enola looked once more to Prosper before they disappeared from sight.

            “Damn it! We could have had company tonight if it wasn’t for Prosper!” Cal cursed.

            “Relax Cal. There are plenty of beautiful women we can invite to bed tonight,” Sebastian said, with a bit of resentment.

            “And while we look like asses, Prosper manages to get the quiet one’s attention. A bunch of bitches they are,” Cal hissed.

            “Have some respect, Calcifer. They were never yours to take. It isn’t my fault that you have no sense of decency with women. She had every right to sneer at you with that mind set you have!” Prosper snapped. His jaw set in anger and he glared at Cal. As soon as he did, Cal backed down. Prosper wasn’t one to snap often.

            “Let us forget them, lads! We will drink and be merry tonight! Then, we will be set to conduct our business,” Sebastian said. He slapped both on the back before directing them to the nearest pub. As they walked, Prosper looked to where Enola walked last. She was long gone he knew, but it was almost instinctual.

            

The Miscellaneous Adventures of Enola and Prosper 1

CBaHC
Chapter 26: Morning Glory
Page: 157

Enola and Prosper
Chapter: 3
Page: 6

Writer's block status: Fine with Enola and Prosper

Here it is, the beginning of The Miscellaneous Adventures of Enola and Prosper

In the beginning, Enola lived in a large city in the heart of Pasteni. She grew up in the exotic bazaars and tropical sun all her life. Her mother and father had moved from their small town in the kingdom of King Phillip to sell their teas and spices in Pasteni. They were wildly successful and became one of the richest families in all of the near by kingdoms. Enola grew up with the other wealthy children and life was fine. She was always quite, but that was from the fear of strangers her parents instilled at an early age. Her life was peaceful and full of pleasure.
            One particular morning, Enola draped the jewel colored fabric adorned with gold embroidery over herself to prepare herself for another day surrounded by friends. This morning felt different, as if she could sense something important was coming. Before she could dive into deep thoughts of the universe’s senses, her friends beaconed her to come and join them in the bazaar. There was Anha, the dark haired beauty most men courted, and Uwenna, the richest bachelorette in Pasteni. Enola neither had the beauty of Anha or the confidence of Uwenna, so she considered herself the smartest of the three.
            “I propose,” Anha discussed while the three wandered among the groups of travelers and stands of all different foods and finery, “we go to the inn and check up on Demana and check for interesting new faces.” Then Enola got the same feeling she did as she dressed. Something important was going to happen.
            “I agree! Perhaps a prince is staying in town and one of us can finally find a husband! What do you think Enola?” Enola did not answer, but was lost in thought. “Enola?”
            “Yes! Pardon. I have had the strangest feeling today,” she said. Uwenna chuckled with Anha.
            “I could tell, since you didn’t respond when I called for you. This feeling will pass with a spiced wine and a conversation with an interesting character,” Uwenna suggested.
            “I am in agreement with that!” Anha exclaimed. Enola simply nodded as the three walked towards The Merchant’s Bed. It was a large, dark wooded establishment for travelers wishing to stay for a night or many nights. Mostly men stayed in the inn because of the secret brothel, which the owner Quax knew about, but his wife Demana did not. Inside, tables were set for those who wished to eat and drink and chat with lovely women on the pay of Quax.
            “Anha, Uwenna, Enola! Welcome girls!” Demana greeted. She gave each of the girls hugs before leading them to the counter. “You must tell me all the latest news. How are your families?” Demana went to get spiced wine for the three of them.
            “Our families are fine. Kallah is getting married though,” Anha answered.
            “Aw! Our little Kallah is engaged? To who? I have not heard any mention of him from her before and now she is to be wed!” She brought three mugs of wine and gave them to the girls.
            “You know of Abdullah, the son of Rallen, the wine seller? She is to wed him,” Uwenna told. Demana began to laugh heartily.
            “Abdullah?! That boy is far too green for a woman like her! Did her parents arrange it?”
            “Yes, they did, which is why she is to marry him of all people. I’m surprised she hasn’t run away with another man just to get away.” Enola traced the edge of her cup with one finger.
            “She must be so unhappy. It’s a shame she must marry who her parents wish,” she said.
            “That is the way of the world. We can not change it,” Demana sighed. Soon their attention was taken from the sorrow of Kallah’s wedding and to the strangers that walked in. “Who are those men?” They were clearly foreigners, all with pale skin and dressed in black. As soon as they walked in, the women flocked to them to see if they could get some money off of them.
            “They’re gorgeous,” Uwenna sighed.
            “For foreigners, yes. Overall, no,” Anha chuckled.
            “I wonder where they’re from,” Enola whispered. Uwenna couldn’t help but laugh.
            “I don’t care where they’re from, I just want to eat them up!”
            “Keep your voice down! They may hear!” Enola scolded.
            “Good! Then they’ll come over!” Anha chuckled and pushed Uwenna playfully.
            “You love anything exotic, don’t you?”
            “That’s why I’m friends with Enola here,” she answered. The girls all laughed together at that. It seemed they were loud enough to catch the attention of the foreigners.
            “Oh god, they’re coming,” Enola groaned. They would always be strangers to her, though they looked like her and her family.
            “Spiced wine please, for us and for the lovely ladies here,” the blonde one said. Uwenna and Anha both started giggling like young girls. Enola simply looked down into her mug and began tracing the edges once more.
            “I see you’ve found the prettiest girls in the inn for us, Sebastian,” said the second. He had dark hair and dark eyes with chiseled features.
            “I did my best,” the blonde one answered. Uwenna and Anha were both enjoying the attention from the two.
            “Where are you gentlemen from? You seem very exotic,” Uwenna asked. She twirled a dark piece of hair between her fingers.
            “Us, exotic? Fancy that. You, ladies are the exotic ones to us, but I believe it is all a matter of perception,” Sebastian explained.
            “We are from Corianne, in King Phillip’s country. It’s not as nice as here and much colder,” the dark haired one said. Enola looked up instinctively.
            “Enola, aren’t you from King Phillip’s country?” Anha asked. The two men instantly took interest.
            “My parents are, yes,” she muttered.
            “Fancy that. Which town are they from?” Sebastian asked.
            “I believe they lived in Erana.” Both seemed mildly amused.
            “Ah, Erana. Lovely town. Prosper is from there. Speaking of the bastard, where is he?” the dark haired one asked.
            “I’m right here, Cal,” another man answered in a thick Eranian accent. It was similar to the way Enola’s parents spoke. He was dressed all in black like the others and had dark hair like Cal’s, though there was a reserved sense to him that the other two lacked. His eyes were a piercing emerald and even Uwenna was uncomfortable under his glance.
            “Ah Prosper! We were just talking to these lovely ladies and it turns out that Enola here is from Erana, just like you!” Cal explained. Prosper’s gaze shifted to Enola, who was already uncomfortable as it was.
            “I don’t recall seeing you,” he stated.
            “Her parents are from Erana, not her. That’s why you don’t know her,” Anha answered for her. Prosper never even so much as flinched as she spoke. He kept his eyes on Enola. She tried her best to hide her discomfort, but she could not make eye contact.
            “Why are you not looking at me?” he asked her.
            “Prosper,” Sebastian chuckled, “that was a bit forward.”
            “No, it’s fine,” Enola said. She glanced up at him. “I don’t like strangers.” The air around the group turned tense and people began laughing nervously. Enola did not look away though.
            “Well, strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet, right?” Cal suggested.
            “Nonsense,” Prosper stated. A silence descended again over the group.
            “I think this is the longest Enola has kept eye contact with a stranger,” Anha whispered to Uwenna. Demana came over to wipe the counters and get the news on the handsome strangers that walked into her husband’s inn. She immediately sensed the uneasiness.
            “Um, would you gentlemen like to reserve a room for the night? Perhaps some food to fill your stomachs?” she asked. Everyone seemed to sigh from relief of the tension broken. Enola finally felt as if she could look away.
            “We will be. Three rooms for two nights, if at all possible,” Sebastian answered. Even a happily married woman like Demana was blushing under his attention.
            “Well, yes, of course. That will be 60 manas,” she answered. Cal was the one who handed her the gold coins for the rooms.
            “It’s much appreciated Miss,” he said.
            “Aw, it’s my pleasure gentlemen,” she answered. She left to get the keys to the room and handed them over. She winked at the girls, and then looked to the gentlemen. The three understood the gesture perfectly.
            “If you would excuse me, I need to attend to some business. Good day,” Enola said quickly. With a slight bow, she rushed out of the inn.
            “Wait! Enola! Where are you going?!” Anha called after her. She sat back at her seat and glanced at Uwenna.
            “That’s really odd. Where do you suppose she could be going in such a hurry?” Uwenna asked. Anha shrugged her shoulders.
            “Did we spook your friend?” Cal asked.
            “And by we, he means Prosper,” Sebastian added.
            “Unfortunately, I believe that is the case. Enola is easily frightened by strangers. I’m really sorry about her,” Anha said. She looked to Prosper, who was looking at the door.
            “Well, I suppose there’s nothing we can do,” Cal stated.
            “Pardon me. It was lovely meeting you ladies. Good day,” Prosper said suddenly.
            “Woah, where are you going?” Sebastian asked.
            “What are their names?” Sebastian stopped where he was.
            “Why do you ask that?” He was chuckling nervously.
            “What are their names?” Uwenna appeared to begin to answer, but one look from Anha told her not to. Sebastian and Cal were at a loss for what to say. “That’s what I thought. If you were truly interested in them, you would ask for their names first.” The next part he addressed to Anha and Uwenna. “If you’re looking for more than a bit of fun, look locally.” Prosper then left the inn and went into the market of Pasteni. 

First Update!

CBaHC (for those unfamiliar with my abbreviation, that's Captain Bones and Her Crew)
Chapter: 26: Morning Glory
Page count: 157

Enola and Prosper (coming soon)
Chapter: N/A (1)
Page count: 2

Writer's Block status: Sucks.

So here's where everything is at right now. On this blog you will be able to read snippets, deleted scenes, and the new sort of spin off, The Miscellaneous Adventures of Enola and Prosper. They show up in Chapter 11: Burning Bridges. Enola is mentioned in Chapter 8: Uncle Sharmain and His Library. It's going to be just as fun as CBaHC, if not a bit less fun. I'll post the first part of that when I finish.

Updates will be as irregular as my writing, so be prepared for months with out updates. (I'm kidding. Maybe 1 month tops)

So, I'm going to try to finish the 1st section of Enola and Prosper right now so it will be ready to post.
~Cheers!