Feel Real Fantasy Blog Tour
Today’s stop on the Feel Real Fantasy blog tour celebrating the completion of the Rys Rising series by Tracy Falbe introduces readers to Veta, a horsewoman and a dedicated defender of her people.
Physical appearance: Tall, blonde, blue eyes, athletic build
Special skills: Horse riding, archery, spear throwing, leadership
Magical items: Enchanted sword
Veta is a stern almost humorless young woman born into a remote settler community on the frontier of Nufal. She loves the open prairie and the horse herds, but a brutal invasion destroys her joy and leaves her to care for her younger sister and a ragged troupe of refugees.
As a capable young woman, Veta gathers the last of her horses and sells them to help the refugees. She straps on these responsibilities stoically while still reeling inside from the death of her parents and the abuse she suffered at the hands of invaders.
She has no patience for people telling her what she can or can’t do. Men for the most part do not interest her, except one, but she has little capacity for acknowledging her feelings or expressing them. The needs of others interest her the most. She’s willing to fight to defend her people. She’ll work tirelessly to keep them safe and fed.
Although an important part of her community, Veta is an enigma among her people. She wears men’s clothing and fights in battles. She possesses no rank, but gives orders readily and is often obeyed. Veta is courageous and clever. Her greatest flaw might be that she is too serious, but she has reason to be so dour.
Author’s feelings about the character:
In many ways Veta is a classic shield maiden. She was a new type of female character for me to write. I’m not the type of person who often appreciates ridiculously tough females who can smash all foes to pieces and do it while wearing heels. I understand the appeal of those fantasy heroines, but it’s just not my style. But still I wrote Veta. She’s a statuesque athletic blonde who can kill you, but I presented her realistically. She can’t do back flips and slice oranges tossed in the air with throwing stars or anything like that, but she can face grim battle with a steady hand. She enters the epic in the last two novels. I often like to add new characters as an epic proceeds to keep it lively, and I hope readers enjoy her.
From New Religon: Rys Rising Book III
The woman pulled up in front of Gehr and Cruce and glanced between them. Her lovely blue eyes were jewels stolen from the vaults of a crisp autumn sky. She appraised each man with a lingering look that held him in anticipation.
“Who be in charge here?” she finally demanded.
In unison, Gehr and Cruce said, “I am” and then they exchanged competitive looks.
Narrowing her eyes, she turned her horse, obviously meaning to intimidate them with its muscular bulk.
Gehr said, “I am Commander Gehr Bradelvo and this is Commander Cruce Chenomet. We are of the Kwellstan Militia.”
“Kwellstan,” she said, unable to hide that she was impressed to be speaking with men from the crown of civilization.
“May we know your name?” Cruce asked. He stared at her as if he had never seen a woman before. She was strangely majestic and unapproachable. Her wildness was entrancing but also warned that she did not want to be petted. A long red scar on her left cheek told of violence recently healed, and Cruce surged with offense to imagine a woman being cut like that.
She looked back at him with feral mistrust as if answering his basic inquiry would cage her soul, but the hostility was fleeting. Her eyelids fluttered and her face softened. She seemed to be willfully remembering herself.
“I am Veta from Hedenar,” she said.
Her name was odd to the Kwellstan men, but the people of Hedenar were noted for being a bit different. Their settlement in the remote south was the oldest frontier town, except for Kahtep. The people of Hedenar took pride in their distinctive customs and valued their isolated location.
Veta dismounted. She held the horse’s bridle, unwilling to give up her connection with the animal. “I be seeking to sell horses to the militia,” she said.
“How many do you have?” Gehr asked, looking at the herd.
“Forty three. They be the best horses in Nufal,” she said sternly almost daring anyone to dispute her. “I’ll be accepting no less than 4,000 kwellstenums for them.”
Her rapid attempt to deal reeked of desperation and inexperience, and Gehr put up a hand. “Veta, please, I don’t know the customs of Hedenar, but business in Kahtep or Kwellstan is not done with terse demands. Let me get a man to show you where we water our stock. And you can’t be alone. Did you come here with your family?” he said.
His final word made her flinch, and the stallion stamped a front hoof.
Recalling that bad things had happened in Hedenar, Gehr regretted mentioning her family and wondered how to apologize. Cruce brushed aside the awkward silence and said, “Don’t worry, Veta, I’ll buy your horses.”
Utter gratefulness flashed across her face as if her worst fear had been that no one would buy her stock. Gehr looked askance at his friend, reckoning that Cruce was not judging horseflesh. Amused, Gehr realized that if he had the means, he would drop 4,000 kwellstenums on a tom cat and a dozen old hens if this cross-dressed vixen asked it of him.
Tracy Falbe invites you to give her characters a chance to feel real to you. The Rys Rising fantasy series is driven by magic, passion, bravery, ambition, conquest, and defeat. Rys Rising: Book I is a free ebook and hopefully your gateway to an epic reading experience.
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