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Hayt! Paying the universe forward for something nice Toro did for her once (and unbeknownst to her, she's actually helping Toro's daughter!)
1st excerpt is 200 words, 2nd is 90 words!
She doesn’t respond.
‘I can wait all day.’
‘Well, Hayt. I need that coin purse back.’
Hayt begrudgingly hands it over.
‘I shouldn’t, but I believe in second chances,’ he says as he takes back the coin purse. ‘So get going back to your parents.’
‘Don’t patronise me, fat-man,’ Hayt mumbles under her breath as she walks away.
Toro laughs, and the kid’s tail fluffs out when she realises he’d heard her.
‘Good mouth on you!’ he laughs. ‘Now get before I mistake you for one of my own kids and take you home with me!’
Hayt looks at him for a second, then a sly smirk appears on her face. ‘How did someone as ugly as you find a girl who’d let you have kids with her?’
Toro scoffs, then laughs.
Hayt gives him the finger, but he sees her grinning playfully and knows she’s just being a cheeky felinic kid.
‘Alright, move off before I change my mind.’
‘Hah, right,’ Hayt snorted. ‘So what? Do I owe you something now?’
‘Nah,’ Toro shook his head. ‘I’m just being a decent person. Just pay it forward when you can. … Pretend you owe the universe.’
‘You’ve done a lot for me,’ she sighs. ‘Is there anything I can do to thank you?’
‘I’m just paying forward,’ Hayt responds. ‘It’s a bit of a thing I have going on. Do something nice for someone so maybe they’ll do something nice for someone else. You know.’
‘That’s a nice idea,’ Ka’tassah grins. ‘Doesn’t sound like it came from this area.’
‘Some old guy did it for me once. Felt good. Pretty sure it made me a better person. So I make sure I do the same.’
Another brilliant paragraph from my series' early draft:
Almost as soon as he’s touched her, Hayt raises a hand and slams it into his chest. A loud CRACK is heard, and a light flashes from where her hand made contact with his chest. He goes flying backwards over the top of the crowd. As he disappears over the crowd, someone is heard yelling “YEET!” Luana can’t see him, but she hears a loud THUNK and a scream in the distance, and the sound of glass shattering and metal clanging.
‘Orphans are supposed to stay orphans; we will not raise them as our own. But they can stay with us.’
Luana cocked her head. ‘Why not?’
‘Because you’ve earned who you are, and you should be proud of your family and your independence,’ Jaji’zar explained. ‘For us to take you in as a child of our own? An insult to the parents who have raised you until now, and an insult to all you have achieved on your own. But we will provide for you, and keep you well out of respect for you.’
“You're my precious little ones,
You're my big bright shining suns.
You're my worlds, my loves, my lights,
My suns, my moons, my days, my nights.
Never feel bad my precious stars,
Because I love you as you are.
The world will try to tear us apart,
But never let that break your hearts.
Because with each other our strength’s times ten,
So let your heartbeats beat again.”
—Ell’ian in Don’t Lose Hope #7: A Necklace and a Lullaby