I'm still really not sure I'm starting this in the right place. Here's the current first 13:Tia forced herself to sit quietly beside her sister. She would rather walk. Walking or even pacing helped her think. Activity swirled around them. Men were preparing the palace and the city for the coming war. Women and servants were busy packing up large parts of the furnishings to be taken to the mountain fortress along with the women. In the midst of all of this, their father had sent for them to his private audience chamber. It had to be something important.
“What do you think it’s about?” Janessa asked, smoothing the folds of her skirt for the third time.
“I suspect Father has chosen husbands for us,” Erytia answered, tapping her feet. “To solidify the succession and gain him allies for this war. And he doesn’t think we’ll like his choices.”
Second Attempt:
Erytia paced across the room. She reached the corner and turned around to pace back. She had been pacing since she had picked up the news from one of the servants. Artria was preparing for war.
“Will you settle down?” Janessa said. “You should be doing your needlework. And you’ve made me miss a stitch. What’s made you so restless today, anyway?”
“Father is going to war.”
“So? We won’t be expected to fight in it.”
Tia sighed. Janessa could be almost willfully dense at times. “This changes everything, Jana.”
“I don’t see how. Father has gone to war before.”
“When we were children. We’re grown now. Marriageable.
Third attempt: The second rambled a little because I was in a hurry this morning, but I just had to write what was in my head.
Erytia paced across the room. She reached the corner and turned around to pace back. She had been pacing since she had picked up the news from one of the servants. Artria was preparing for war.
“Will you settle down?” Janessa said. “What’s made you so restless today, anyway?”
“I’m not restless. I’m thinking. This changes everything, Jana.”
“I don’t see how, Tia. It’s not like we’ll be expected to fight.”
“Not directly, perhaps. But the balance of power in the court changes with a war. Until now, it’s suited Father to keep us unmarried. Now, he may have to use us to cement alliances
Fourth Try:
Tia forced herself to sit quietly beside her sister. She would rather walk. Walking or even pacing helped her think. She had to compose her arguments in her head so she wouldn’t hesitate or miss an important point.
Activity swirled around them. Men were preparing the palace and the city for the coming war. Women and servants were busy packing valuables to be taken to the mountain fortress along with the women. In the midst of all of this, their father had sent for them to his private audience chamber. There was only one possible reason for that. Tia had actually been expecting this since word of the advancing army came.
“What do you think it’s about?” Janessa asked, smoothing the folds of her skirt for the third time.
[This message has been edited by Meredith (edited November 17, 2009).]
[This message has been edited by Meredith (edited November 17, 2009).]