Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

#Hints & #Clues! :-)

Hey Everyone!! :-)

It's Wednesday again, so I thought I'd give you another little peek into what I'm working on.  This excerpt might help you learn a little bit more about Petri herself. :-)

His smile fading, Daji nodded. "I see. Well, now that we have all eaten, perhaps you will be so kind as to keep your side of the bargain."

Nodding, Petri took a deep breath. "Honestly? I have no idea how I came to exist."

The Paka made a disgruntled noise, but she held up her hand and continued, "No, really. Chessie," she gestured at the larger woman, "found me when I was little. I was in an alley, but I have no idea how I got there or where I came from."

Sitting back, Daji crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head, his steady gaze bore into her eyes.

Sadaka stared at Petri and asked, "Do you eat people?"

Grimacing, Petri turned her attention to the child and reached out to tickle her, "Yes! Especially silly, little girls!"

Giggling, Sadaka asked, "Then what do you eat?"

Gesturing at the remains of their meal, Petri answered, "Food."

"Truly?" asked Daji. "You have no other nutritional requirements beyond the same type of foods other species consume."

Slumping, Petri put her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. "I also can absorb energy from strong emotions."

"Other people's emotions?"

She nodded.

"What kind of emotions?"

"All kinds, as long as they're strong."

"Do you kill when you feed this way?"

Raising her head from her hands, she glared at him. "Not usually."

"There is something you're not telling me. What is it?"

"Nothing of importance."

"I'll be the judge of that."

Hmmm...sounds like Petri might be as confused about herself as other people.  I wonder how she'll find answers to all those questions. ;-)  Thank you all so much for stopping by today, and don't forget to check back tomorrow for the next installment of Mistral Dawn's Musings! :-)

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