Gwendolyn was aghast. "What have the two of you been scheming behind my back?"
"Well, you weren't HERE, sister." Wendi said. "How would you improve upon my scheme?"
Gwen squinted her eyes at me. "You had nothing to do with this?"
"I merely obeyed my masteress' commands." I said. "The rug trap, the spirits, and the apparently innocent confrontation with the two of them...."
Gwen slapped me. I let her. It wasn't as if she was going to do anything more than subdual damage. In the end, it was nothing.
"Idiot!" she rebuked me. "As an apprentice, you help your master with ALL your resources."
"He has been!" Wendi said. "Besides, if he earns a slap, I should be the one administering it."
"You are placing MY shop at risk."
"MY apprentice is mine to discipline."
Gwen's nostrils flared. "You should have consulted me before taking an apprentice."
"I did, and I know you remember."
Sorry, the outline called for more specific details and less chatting. And then I looked at Wendi, and at Gwendolyn... My characters often have different ideas than what I, the author, have lined up.
And yet... it seems so much more real when I weave the threads of the characters into the narrative. What does this person care about? How do they interact with the other characters present?
And... I even feel slightly guilty that Retrimonde has been pushed into the background.
Thank you again, loyal readers; it is the pressing need to have a stable life to provide for you that keeps me healthy. Healthy-ish... I'm getting better at taking care of myself, I swear.