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Eye of the Beholder: Chapter Ten

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Chapter Ten: Full Circle
AU Inara centric: What if Inara never became a Companion? PART 1

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Chapter Ten: Full Circle

By Cassandra E

A/Notes: Ok, so hmmm, it’s been a while no? Well, I can place the blame partially that I was on vacation in Costa Rica. Which was very nice by the way, beautiful country which I’m proud to have my roots there. Anyway, during the week I was over there, didn’t do much writing, even though I originally planned to finish Ch.10 before I left, sadly it was not possible. But I did manage to plot and replot the last chapters of Eye, good news; I now know for sure how this story will end. Bad news, it’s going to take ten more chapters to get to that end, making Eye 20 chapters long, plus the epilogue. Course I might end up adding another chapter due to some scene shifting in this one, don’t know yet. Ok, so I’m pretty sure there was only one mule transporter on the show, but for story purposes, there will be a spare. This chapter was easy to write after I got pass the first scene, very pleased with how it turned out, now that I’m beginning get into the action of things, which is always great fun. Slaver Market scene was to have been longer, but I felt it wasn’t necessary. Like I have been telling my beta, this story has been draining to write, I feel exhausted every time I finish a chapter, so reviews are so much welcome! Enjoy! And lastly, muchas gracias to the people who have taken the time to review. You can never thank people enough, so again, thank you for giving this story a chance! ~winks~

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A Few Hours Later….

The White Pony Tavern--Beaumonde, City of New Dunsmuir

Business at The White Pony Tavern was in full swing, a small bar fight involving two of less than sober patrons had ended as soon as it had began; even before the sun had set on the City of New Dunsmuir. The bar was located in the seedier part of town---which wasn’t as seedy as most of the places Malcolm Reynolds had the habit of visiting. A band of fiddlers played a lively jig near the middle of the room, sounds of clinking glass mugs and whiskey shots as they were placed o

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Tuesday, 13 July 2004 23:07
Very fine fic, though I have this terrible feeling things aren't going to go at all smooth. Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

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