The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

Mairin didn’t need to answer the door to know who was out there. She’d been waiting for Bronwen since it was announced that the Queen had agreed to their plans to create more worlds. It was always going to take some time, as Bronwen would need to talk to Riordan, but they were all patient enough to be able to wait until she was ready for the conversation they were going to need to have. No one was entirely certain what was going to happen. Yet. When Bronwen stepped into the room Mairin knew that was going to change, because Bronwen had that look and Mairin wasn’t entirely certain she was ready for what she was going to learn. However it was also something she had been waiting for since they first stepped onto Athare, so knowing, finally, would be an immense relief, although it would place a huge weight on her shoulders as there was no doubt in her mind that she would be one of the chose race creators.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Riordan couldn’t help, at the same time as feeling totally torn by the whole idea of creating worlds, thinking about the worlds he would like to work on. He knew that his family would be working with the Yellows, which wasn’t unusual, and there had been conversations, when they hadn’t believed it would be possible, between him and one of his Yellow friends. They had been friends ever since they were young, Riordan’s father mentoring Bronwen because she had the ability to create both animate and inanimate things. Riordan had, in the beginning, been jealous, but that had faded when he realised how hard it was for her. The fae, in general, didn’t like those who were different.

It hadn’t taken Riordan long to realise that Bronwen had no friends within her family and then… he had felt sorry for her, but that wasn’t why he’d ended up becoming friends with her. He smiled, remembering. They’d bonded over a book, one of his favourites, about the creation of the Dragons. Everyone knew that the Dragons had been created by the Yellow family, during a time when the rules binding the use of their power had been loosened thanks to a Yellow Queen, but none of the fae could remember it. Of course the Dragons could, being immortal, but they didn’t like to talk about their beginnings.

A conversation had bloomed on what they would do if the rules were loosened again, for either the Blue or Yellow family magic, and now that those rules didn’t exist Riordan knew he would end up working with Bronwen on at least one world. It was inevitable. Yet he still worried that they would be making a huge mistake. The town had worked well enough, as had the people who lived there, but the mechanics of making an entire world was entirely different.

An entire world… Riordan shook his head. There would be more than one, but he didn’t know how many there would be, or how many would be chosen to work on them. He knew several people he would ask if he had been in control of making the decisions, not just for the creation of the worlds themselves because there would be more than that to do. Towns and cities would be important, so they didn’t just dump newly created people, he shuddered at the thought, onto a planet with nowhere to live.

Yellows would have to work on the races, the plants, and the animals, making sure that there was enough to eat, at least to begin with. Riordan picked up a quill. There was so much to think about, more than anyone could remember without help, so he started working on a list. It was, to begin with at least, for him and Bronwen, because he knew that they could, with the help of a couple of other friends, create a world. He wasn’t sure he wanted to, but he could. Sighing, he scribbled down two words at the top of the sheet of paper.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.