Phraseology

[thrihyrne]

I have a few hastily-written phrases that I need to put into stories:

"rebellious branches fondling below the skies"

"the front edge of bedtime"

(for a modern story, should I ever write one)- the cement T of a bridge being built looking like a mockery of the pillars at Stonehenge

"Clouds the color of tarnished silver moved sluggishly across the sky like stubborn sheep unwilling to leave the pasture."

I actually have a plan for the last one; I was attacked by a nuzgûl at my dad's at Christmas about Eomer around age 15 or so coming across a wounded fox and somehow getting it back to Edoras and it being a semi-wild pet. I was all inspired by the winter weather out there. After reading so much R/S these days, though, I think it will be a wounded wolf. ;) While I was out walking in our currently frigid weather, the beginning scene (with above sentence leading the story off) will be some of the youths of Edoras enjoying an extreme cold snap in which some of the shallower tributaries off the Snowbourn (or maybe some farmer-created ponds, something like that) will have frozen over. Grand chaos will ensue as they try some modified version of ice skating, but without actual skates.

*anticipatory giddiness* There will be much writing going on this weekend!!!