OLWG #247- Leading with Her Chin

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Yareli pulled her long dark hair back and gazed at the dark grey-green waters of the sea just before she spotted the invaders. They came in longships, built symmetrically, low and narrow, with a rectangular sail billowing from a single mast. There must have been a dozen of them.

The ships were crewed by big, fierce-looking yellow-haired men. Some of them had horns. Yareli had never seen the likes of them before.

These men and their ships might be the opportunity she had hoped for; she hunkered down to watch the invaders draw close and pull their boats onto the grey pebbled beach below. She thought about the conversation she’d had last night with her parents. They had told her what to expect of life.

Life sounded horrible to her. Yareli had no desire to be a wife or a servant. She craved fame and heroic acts. She wanted to be a huntress, a fisherwoman, an explorer, or a warrior. Not merely someone who raised a family and prepared meals. Yareli longed for adventure. She wanted to match wits with the sea, do battle the Southerners. She longed to become a legend amongst her people. She could almost hear the songs that would be sung about her, even when she was long dead. She decided that she would go and throw her lot in with these yellow-haired men.

Yareli’s body was never found.

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