A young Icarthian woman breathed heavily, pulling sweet, leafy forest air into her lungs. The roughness of the ancient oak she rested against cut through the thin fabric of her dark green tunic, scraping against her back, but she didn’t notice. She was breathless, and intoxicated by the power that ran through her veins. She leaned her head back against the tree and closed her eyes, concentrating on the rapid beating of her heartI already enjoy the beginning more than the previous one. It's very vivid, beautifully written.
It reached out as far as the woman was able to push it before drawing back to her faster than it had moved away. The woman gasped and stumbled backwards as the power surged back into her bodyAgain, very visual. I could almost physically see this as I imagined a rubber band springing into action. Nicely done
“Nice try,” the boy said, his voice close behind herHaha!
“You see, the ending arrow shouldn’t be the decision of the true victor. The true victor ought to be the one who tracked the best, fought valiantly, and proved himself the strongest!” Nolen explained, gesturing with his arm that wasn’t around Natura’s shoulders for emphasis.*groan* Of course a guy would say that. Stupid pride lol
He laughed and put his arm around her shoulders. “I guess I can let you claim victory to this one,” he said. “But you watch, I’ll get you next time.”Aww I love this. Do you have siblings? I do, and its the kind of easy and loving relationship I have with them.
“Not on your life,” Natura said, smiling. She leaned into her brother and took in the evening atmosphere of Parcel. They followed along one of the outer roads in the village, where the family cottages stood, but the sounds of activity in the village square flowed over the thatched roofs of the homes
Lauren2010 wrote:Mother returned to the kitchen with an armful of medicines which clattered onto the round wooden kitchen table. She wasted no time for chat or explanations. She wrenched the lid from a jar that contained a thick white cream and set to work applying it to a criss-cross pattern of scrapes along his cheek. He winced as she worked the cream into the scrapes, but relaxed as it soothed the injuries.
Lauren2010 wrote:Natura left the table and dragged herself up the thin wooden staircase that led to her room. She collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling. The burning of the mud substance on her knees and cheek kept her awake until tiredness took over and eased her into dream-filled slumber.
) but I'm definitely liking this! The whole chapter kept me... entranced, if you will. I loved all the description of, well, everything. It seemed so real, like you could really be there 
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