Worldbuilding Blog Hop – Day 5: Worldbuilding Excerpt

Wow, that was a fast week. This is the last day of Sharon Bayliss’s bloghop to celebrate her new book, The Change being released.

Today is pulling everything together from the past week and breathing that life into your world. Since yesterday I talked about Carnivale, I thought I would pull an excerpt from the Camp NaNo that I started involving that culture (but didn’t finish).

Tersha wound through the crowds, keeping a hand on the revolver that was hanging on her hips. The broad brimmed hat was pulled low. She wasn’t a fan of coming to Carnivale but she was hired to make a pick up and make sure it was transported safely back to the Isles. It wasn’t her prime client but she was asked to do it as a favor.

And it was a favor for a Highborn, no less. She made a face and pushed her way through the crowds. She didn’t have very much money on her so if a pickpocket wanted to try their luck, they were welcome to try. She disliked the tight crowds. Ever since the meteors hit, people moved further away from the open areas where there might be ruins that came back to life and into the cities. The capital state of Carnivale was crowded enough before it happened. According to the books that remained to tell of it, that is.

Her contact was supposed to be by the Café Délicieux, but other than that, she had nothing else to go on. Just that ‘they would find her’. Tersha made a face and stumbled out onto a clearer spot on the sidewalk, even as the revelry kept moving behind her, a living mass of flesh. There was a table that wasn’t claimed by anyone and she took it for herself, sitting down.

There was too much chaos to the town, everything was unpredictable. The party was too easy to get lost in. Anyone could do anything and it wouldn’t take much to disappear again with no one the wiser. She frowned at nothing and anything.

The scrape of the chair drew her attention and she jerked out of her revelry and looked over as someone in a full face mask and hat sat down. She couldn’t tell if the person was male or female. The garments were bulky. A black fan was snapped open and waved back and forth.

“Are you the per-“

A gloved finger was held up and waved back and forth. Dark eyes from within the mask gleamed. The finger stopped and pointed to the dancing.

Tersha made a face and glanced towards the crowd again. “I’m not much of dancer. Don’t know how anyone could do anything in that mass.” She looked back at her companion from the corner of the eye.

The fan was almost hypnotic. It didn’t change pace. Just back and forth, back and forth, stirring very little of the air. Tersha tried to keep her gaze moving around, looking over at the person who was sitting across from her. She didn’t even know if they were male or female. The mask was elegant and colorful with delicate lines of swirls in intricate designs. Her eyes kept stopping on the fan. Her eyelids fluttered and closed. Tersha jerked her head and rubbed at her face. She was feeling tired and she didn’t know why. She glanced over again and the person was staring at the crowd with the smiling mask. The fan that moved with barely a roll of the wrist.

Her eyelids felt like there was something pulling them down. Maybe just for a minute. Closer her eyes and get to talking. She didn’t have time to waste like this. Tersha was on a deadline. Her eyes snapped open when she felt cool metal on her cheek. Everything was sideways. Tersha’s head jerked up and she looked around. The celebration was going on. And her companion was gone.

Sitting on the middle of the table was a small box with an envelope.

Even as I pulled this I made some changes to the original text but it is still in a very rough form. Hope you had fun with this week of Worldblogging!

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