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I really hope you'll share your opinion about this week's change up. Without further ado, I give you the opening lines of Chapter 2. This follows immediately after Crinda has fled from the ruler's home with the newborn child. I have a question following the excerpt, if you have the time to share your thoughts. Creative (very) punctuation in use.
Late in the day, Kadrick, Tayden, and Drave stepped off of the unmarked shuttle onto the rich soil of a Shantar river valley. Drave, a bear of a man led the way-- his dark hair and even darker eyes were almost as intimidating as his height and breadth. The big man's posture and gait lent some reassurance to Kadrick, following a close second, as he squared his shoulders and walked tall to convey anything but the insecurities and guilt he felt.
Tayden, shoulders slumped, brought up the rear, appearing almost timid as he stepped gingerly. His tall, slender frame appeared even taller in the long, brown, hooded coat he wore.
Kad pushed his thick, blonde braid back over his shoulder before turning around and tugging at Tayden's hood. In hushed tones, he warned, “Keep your hood up, and forward…like that...we don’t need anyone getting a look at your face.” Then, patting his pocket—an automatic response to possible threat, he glanced up at Drave who mirrored the action, an ever so subtle answer to an unspoken question; both of their weapons were ready to silence any unwanted attention.
Thank you all so much for your help, comments, criticisms, suggestions, and encouragement.