"Aww, that's a great start." Ava said to Farkas. "I love your descriptions of widdle dwagons."
A grin spread across his face, glowing from her praise. "That's all I got so far. Writing's hard. I mean, you see all these books everywhere and think it's easy and then you try and write your own..." He trailed off, thinking about how he'd labored over the words all day, getting them just right and then painstakingly started to draw a picture of a dragon. It was a friendly dragon, not at all like the ones he'd encountered in real life with Ava.
"The words will come."
"I hope so, we've only got a few months left." He said, patting her rounded belly. His wife was getting bigger by the day, and the day before, he'd felt their babe kicking for the first time.
Ava laughed. "Perhaps more than a few months. It will take a while before the baby can read."
"She'll still want to hear her papa's story." Farkas said, nuzzling her belly. "And I want to finish it."
"She?"
"I think it's a baby girl. I have a feeling." He said simply, shrugging instead of explaining.
Ava hugged him with one arm, wondering if he was right. Boy or girl, she was exhausted at the moment, though the shops had just closed and it wasn't quite dark out yet.
"Give yourself time. The words will come." Ava said sagely, closing her eyes. Farkas snuggled next to her, his mind on his next picture and the words to tell his story.
Misfire - Widdle Dragons
"Aww, that's a great start." Ava said to Farkas. "I love your descriptions of widdle dwagons."
A grin spread across his face, glowing from her praise. "That's all I got so far. Writing's hard. I mean, you see all these books everywhere and think it's easy and then you try and write your own..." He trailed off, thinking about how he'd labored over the words all day, getting them just right and then painstakingly started to draw a picture of a dragon. It was a friendly dragon, not at all like the ones he'd encountered in real life with Ava.
"The words will come."
"I hope so, we've only got a few months left." He said, patting her rounded belly. His wife was getting bigger by the day, and the day before, he'd felt their babe kicking for the first time.
Ava laughed. "Perhaps more than a few months. It will take a while before the baby can read."
"She'll still want to hear her papa's story." Farkas said, nuzzling her belly. "And I want to finish it."
"She?"
"I think it's a baby girl. I have a feeling." He said simply, shrugging instead of explaining.
Ava hugged him with one arm, wondering if he was right. Boy or girl, she was exhausted at the moment, though the shops had just closed and it wasn't quite dark out yet.
"Give yourself time. The words will come." Ava said sagely, closing her eyes. Farkas snuggled next to her, his mind on his next picture and the words to tell his story.