Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
For those unfamiliar, the fantastic meme runs thus: they put out a theme, you pick a word you want to save from extinction, and feature your word in a vignette that fits their theme. And, you know, link back to them, while they link out to the blogs that join them. It’s a jolly time.
This week, I follow Syawn, one the the main characters in Ever the Actor, many years before the first chapter opens.
This week’s theme is: Travel
My word is: crystograph
n. – painting or writing on glass
The air stood stagnant, leaving the wide lake below a perfect pane of glass, fitted into the lower valley. Dark conifers stood proudly against blue above and blue below. The smooth water held the breathless reflection; spiked green runes on spreading sapphire, sharper than a keen crystograph.
The nearest thing to a summer breeze was a boy’s soft sigh. It was a lovely view, but one could only stare for so many hours at the same scene and still enjoy it. Syawn wished that he would either be relieved of his watch, or that he could spot some danger and be relieved of his boredom. If nothing else, could not some small zephyr ruffle lake and leaf and relieve some measure of the heat?
What he’d really like, he realized as he scanned the un-moving foliage on the far ridge, was for his uncle to decide they’d spent seasons enough with this band of bandits, never moving further than just far enough to avoid detection. When were they going to travel again?
They’d been all along the Great Graves mountains, up the southern face of the Stone Teeth, and now Sy wanted to see the great Bay of Commerce, the tall and busy cities that lined it, the ships flying across the waters like proud birds–but no; for a full year now, they had camped in the same stretch of northwestern forest, raiding the same tired towns and farms.
The nearest thing to a summer breeze was a boy’s soft sigh.