1a (1) : the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrateb : a fluid resembling blood2: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life3a : lifeblood; broadly : life
Airabella liked the way it poured out, pooling red around her feet.
"You're wasting it," her captor said. "Stop that."
"I like the way it looks," she said, puncturing it further.
"That's all the wine we have." He snatched the skin from her hand.
She pouted beautifully, as if on cue.
"Stop that," he said once more. She had a feeling she would hear it often.
"Is there a dress maker near by?" she asked, pulling up the singed edge of her hem. It served as a reminder of her many sins, and she didn't like it.
"We don't have time for that."
"I need it." And she did, there was no denying it. Seeing the moon of her silver eyes, he sighed and conceded.
"You're gonna be more trouble than you're worth." He pointed to the pillars of smoke in the horizon. "There's a town just north of here, we'll find you some suitable clothes."
She smiled. Airabella had a way of getting what she wanted, regardless of the cost.
"That's the last time I pick up blood," he spat. "You better be worth it."
She turned to him, the red-gold of her hair churning like a living flame. "We all pay a price."
Whether I meant to or not, I created a character that I've found compelling enough to keep. You can see her first installment here. I don't know how far I'll go with her or how often she'll find herself around, but she sure is fun. The theme of "price" has been showing up in my writing a lot lately. If my favorite college professor were to read this, he'd have me analyze the why of that.