Thanks!
Hedra von Melroth walked briskly in the waning light. She kept her knees up knowing that the first thing eyes lose in the dark is the ability to judge depth. Many a warrior had broken an ankle in a shallow hole that would have posed no threat by daylight and at Hedra's age recovery from injuries was iffy at best. The wind nipped her cheek where her matted hair failed to protect it and down by the river the weeping birds sang, piercing the air with a cry of loss and regret.
The hero sighed, wondering if she'd have to sleep in the forest again. Her bones suffered from the damp. Lately, it took her several minutes of stretching to regain full mobility in the mornings. It was one of those things she never mentioned, like the way her sword, Brice, felt heavier in her hand with each
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Her bones suffered from the damp
Perhaps it is just me, but this read awkward. Sounds like "the damp" is the condition she suffers from. Minor in any case and I may be wrong.
This is very well written. Perhaps not as "Hooky" as it could be, but I was mildly interested and would give it a try.
Another thought, perhaps it’s a sort of “unforgiven” thing where you take a typical fantasy hero and make her more real and vulnerable. Aging, aching etc.
Its funny that just the fact that its you dangling a line is hook enough.
Tracy
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Hedra von Melroth walked briskly in the waning light. She kept her knees up knowing that the first thing the eyes loose in the dark is their ability to judge depth. Many a warrior had broken an ankle in a shallow hole that would have posed no threat by daylight and at Hedra's age recovery from injuries was iffy at best ”iffy at best” sounds awkward. “a slow and painful business” perhaps?. The wind nipped her cheek where her matted hair failed to protect it and down by the river the weeping birds sang, piercing the air with a cry cries?of loss and regret.
The hero strange word choice / PoV, unless there is more to this than meets the eye sighed, wondering if she'd have to sleep in the forest again. Her bones suffered from the damp. Lately, it took her several minutes of stretching to regain full mobility in the mornings. It was one of those things she never mentioned, like the way her sword, Brice, felt heavier in her hand with each
The lines read well, for me (some minor tweaks suggested).
I am not picking up on the promise of anything beyond the generic, though. What stands out the most is the word, “hero”, and the unusual PoV that the use of the word implies. If you are doing something clever here, you might want to hint at it more strongly up-front. If you're not, I'd personally like more reason to care about the character and the scene in order to keep on reading.
I also wanted to know why the birds are weeping with loss and regret. I'm assuming you mean it literally from the way the sentence is worded, so I find this a promise of a unique world.
I like that the heroine is aging and wise, which is different from most traditional fantasy heroines.
I like traditional fantasy, so would have read on with the assumption that this is traditional fantasy about an aging heroine in a unique world.
The character and the obvious set-up of realism as opposed to heroic glossing have me in. I think it's a bit wordy, not as smooth as it could be, but the premise caught my interest.
I'll try to make it leaner and meaner.
I had to get all new friends.
(wanders off mumbling)