An Exercise in Fae Dialog

Well, I've got the notion "if the kids can do it, I can do it too!"

So, when I discovered that my follower Riv decided to participate in a blogfest by writing a spontaneous piece of dialog and seeing what happens, I figured: what is there to lose? I hate doing stuff like this, so why not?

Below you'll find my "entry" in the May 18th Blogfest sponsored by fictiongroupie (there's my official link back... if I don't chicken out and pretend to miss the orange Publish button...)

(I may actually end up using this in book 2 - it goes with what I'm working on, but here you have it fresh off the keyboard.)

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"Twig, what are you doing?"

Alley gazed at him perplexed. He wasn't exactly invisible, he was a translucent orange.

"Messing with my light spectrum."

"Your what?"

"My light spectrum."

Alley raised her sharp dark eyebrows into points.

Twig continued. "You see, don't tell anyone, but the reason I'm so good at invisibility is that I mess with physics."

"You what?" She hadn't know this was possible, but of course it actually made sense.

"I mess with physics. Most fairies make themselves invisible by bending the light around themselves, but I mess with the visible spectrum of the light too."

Alley laughed. Leave it to Twig to think of something like that.

"But orange?" she quipped.

Twig was grinning - a big wide glowing orange grin. It was rather uncanny with the dirty patches on his face glowing a darker orange.

"Just having some fun."

Yeah, fun, she thought.

"Watch this!"

He suddenly flashed about a dozen different colors and then vanished without a trace. It reminded her of a light bulb suddenly burning out - except for all the colors. She wasn't sure what the colors reminded her of.

Well, now what, she thought. Where did he go?

"Twig?"

Nothing.

"Oh, Twig?"

She glanced around every which way - swatted her hand out toward where he had been standing.

"OK," she said, "you win."

Nothing.

"Whatever," she said in a huff and turned to walk away. There he was sitting on a stump behind her with a big grin on his face - normal dirty self, unbrushed teeth and all.

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