Who wants to date a different character?

And we’re back! (What, no I’m not avoiding writing my novels! Why would you even suggest that?)

Anyway, after Alahir was featured, Navarion got jealous and–

Nav: I don’t recall claiming to be jea–



Today’s Perfect Date is Crown Prince Navarion, also from Daystar. Say hello, Nav!

Nav: Hello! Very pleased to meet you.

(Alahir, are you taking notes?)


1. What’s he look like? Eyes, hair, any tattoos or scars? What’s his style?

^ Like that. Nav’s known for his green eyes and beautiful smile, which he shares with pretty much everyone. As a prince, he’s very conscious of his appearance and presentation, and is likely to over-dress for your date. (But don’t worry–he won’t be bothered if you don’t do the same.)

2. What kind of music does he like? Food?

Navarion loves the esova, a shamisen-like instrument, though he doesn’t play it himself. (You’re probably better off not asking his 16-year-old brother Anorith to play for you unless you want surly teenage commentary on your date.)

Like Alahir, he loves spicy food, but anything’s good as long as it’s well made. Unlike Alahir, Nav LOVES coffee. If he could subsist on coffee, he would, so be advised: bringing him coffee beans might be the equivalent of a marriage proposal.

Nav: Phah, that’s ridiculous. Books are a marriage proposal, coffee beans are a dowry.

3. What’s his family like?

Navarion has a large family, which is unusual in his world. He has four younger siblings–twin sisters (21) and two brothers (16 and 10); one of his sisters is married and 4 months pregnant.

If you ever have dinner with them, his mother might throw food at you (it’s a sign she loves you) and his father might ignore you (it’s a sign you’re not a noble and therefore not worthy). He gets along with most of them very well, but maybe avoid asking about his father on your date? Unless you like rants.

Nav: I do not rant! *pause* …to anyone but Alahir.

4. Why would he be a great date?

He’s a prince. And the future emperor.

Nav: I like to think I have rather more to offer than simply my status and a role I’ve not yet attained.

He uses lots of adverbs and way more words than are necessary.

Nav: Why do I get the impression Alahir is writing this post?

All right, fine. He’s remarkably kind and sensitive, and has a strong sense of wonder–anything you have to say will be interesting to him, but if you’d rather just listen, he loves to talk and is a great storyteller. He’s also so well read that he can have an intelligent conversation on just about any topic.

(And he’s a prince, so he’ll pay for everything.)

5. Things he values.

Despite having everything handed to him, Navarion values hard work–he spent a lot of his childhood and teen years struggling academically, and appreciates the effort it takes to achieve something that doesn’t come easily. He also values fair play–everything from just laws administered properly to friends not putting you in a choke-hold when you least expect it.

Nav: Was that last part necessary?

6. What would he do for a first date?

If you like coffee, say so, and he’ll take you on a thorough tour of all the best coffee shops in Shovin, followed by a stop at a few confectioneries or bakeries to soak up all the caffeine. If you like books, he has a similar tour of every bookstore in the city ready to go–expect your date to last at least 3 days.

For a fancier and less public date, how about a gourmet dinner in the palace gardens beside the pond?

(Please note that dates with Navarion come with Scion supervision. The matchmaker will ensure that Alahir is not the assigned Scion so that your date is not full of heckling and snarky commentary.)

7. Looking for long-term relationship or just a quick date?

He’s looking for an empress, but don’t worry–it’s a fantasy novel. Commoners marry nobles all the time!

8. We’ve had our pros, what are the cons?

Navarion’s sensitivity means that he’s prone to bouts of self-doubt, and he may rely on you for emotional support fairly often. He’s easily frustrated by failure and loves praise and affirmation, but may disregard your praise if he’s too focused on his problems. Though very generous, he forgets that too much generosity may make others uncomfortable if they’re unable to reciprocate.

Also, he actually likes philosophy.

Nav: How is that a fault?

9. Flowers , chocolate, or promises he doesn’t intend to keep?

Chocolate and books, and maybe cuddles while you read the book together.


Want more date options? Check out Wendy, Katie, Olivia, and Jameson’s posts!



Who wants to date a character?

Two posts in a week! I know, I’m setting really high standards for myself, but hey, speaking of high standards! My Twitter writing group is hosting a series of Valentine’s Day blog events, including the famous Date Auction. Because what good is writing male characters if we cannot swoon over them and invite you to do the same?


Today’s Perfect Date is Alahir Khiyamat, from my fantasy maybe-a-trilogy-who-knows Daystar. Say hi, Alahir!

Al: She bribed me with tea, that’s the only reason I’m here.

…..um, right.


Featuring Keith Longhorn as Alahir

1. What’s he look like? Eyes, hair, any tattoos or scars? What’s his style?

^ He looks mostly like that, but skinnier and with somewhat darker skin, and the yellowish eyes common to his people. Those into tattoos are in the right place! Alahir has an intricate black tattoo running up his left arm, a mark of his position as a Scion swordsman. Warning: don’t ask him about it unless you want to spend the entire date hunting for secret messages in the designs.

Al: They’re totally there!


As for style? Well, let’s just say that whatever you wear will be fine, because he won’t know the difference! (If you do want fashion advice, though, I refer you to Alahir’s best friend, Prince Navarion, who’s up for date auction here.)

2. What kind of music does he like? Food?

We’re going to skip the music half of this question and add it to the “worldbuilding aspects Kate hasn’t yet considered” Scrivener tab.

As for food, he’ll try anything once, and the spicier the better! Coffee shops are a no, though, unless they also sell tea–Alahir hates coffee with a passion.

3. What’s his family like?

Do you like Palasari politics? Debate? Look no further! Alahir’s parents are a walking opinionated Twitter feed. They’re also both academics, and while his father’s cheerful and open, his mother’s a bit uptight. Overall, not a great first date topic, though when he gets to know you better, he’ll probably share stories about his and his (now-deceased) twin sister’s antics growing up.

4. Why would he be a great date?

Alahir’s a spectacular listener and will be more than happy to let you do all the talking, but if you want his opinion, he’ll give it honestly, and probably lots of snarky commentary as well. He’s a highly trained swordsman and martial artist, so no need to fear creeps, thieves, or those rogue magic-users running around the city lately.

And, I mean, look at his hair. Who wouldn’t want to play with it??

5. Things he values.

Above all, Alahir values sincerity. He spends a lot of time guarding nobles and finds their posturing hilarious, so be yourself and he’ll appreciate it. He also values family and friendship highly, and forms close bonds with great care.

6. What would he do for a first date?

He might take you to the Rising festival, but overall he prefers quieter venues–a walk along the river or through the royal gardens (being the prince’s best friend comes with many perks). His preferred spot, though, would probably be the Golden Sun tea shop. Another warning: as with his tattoo, Alahir can talk about tea for hours.

Or are you a martial artist or swordfighter yourself? Because he’d love to show you the Harbor and compare notes over fighting styles.

Al: Best way to get to know someone is to spar with them!


Al: ….not like that!

7. Looking for long-term relationship or just a quick date?

Just a quick date so he can get back to protecting (read: hanging out with) Navarion. But don’t let that dissuade you–the last time Alahir insisted he had no interest in someone, that someone became his best friend.

8. We’ve had our pros, what are the cons?

Like his parents, Alahir’s rather opinionated, and his honesty sometimes extends a bit too far. While friendly, he’s not forthcoming–he’ll answer your questions, but you probably won’t get a lot of additional details in the process. Keep trying–he can be very enthusiastic, you just have to find the right topics and go from there.

And he hates coffee.

Al: That’s a sign of my good judgment!

9. Flowers , chocolate, or promises he doesn’t intend to keep?

Al: Tea! Nothing says love like tea.

But I thought you weren’t looking for love.

Al: Coffee, then?




Training Cats for Fun and Profit

Note: this story was originally submitted to Chicken Soup for the Soul. Given that it’s been two years since then and I’ve not heard back, I assume they don’t want it, so here’s a silly story for your rainy Tuesday!


Or “I was eleven, please don’t call PETA on me”

You have to understand, I was about eleven years old at the time, and right then teaching my cat to do tricks seemed like the best idea ever.

Most people associate SeaWorld with marine life, but when my family visited, we also saw a show full of cats and dogs trained to weave their way through obstacle courses. Not only was it inspiring because all the animals had been rescued from shelters, it was just plain awesome, and hey, if they could do it at SeaWorld, surely I could do it, too, right? I had qualifications, after all, like being a cat owner, and dumb enough to try.

That was how poor Taffy found himself trapped in my parents’ bedroom, perched on their dresser while I tried to coax him into jumping from the dresser to the bed through a hoop. Why I chose that particular feat, I have no idea—perhaps there was a hula hoop handy in the garage. Certainly we were lacking in spare tires, evenly spaced rows of wooden posts, and all the other cool things they had at SeaWorld. Then again, if my first try was successful, I could always move on to bigger and more complex tricks in the future. Acquire some tires, build an obstacle course. The possibilities were endless.

It will surprise no one that Taffy wasn’t terribly enthusiastic about the whole thing. Sure, he’d jump from the dresser to the bed because that was the most direct route to freedom, but he wouldn’t go near the hoop. Nor would he jump on cue, probably because “cue” was this obnoxious hissing noise I kept making in order to encourage (let’s face it, frighten) him off the dresser. I would place him on top of it, gently tap his back legs, hiss at him—and eventually he would jump, sometimes to the bed, sometimes down to the floor. At that point he’d run straight for the door—which I’d closed in advance, of course. As every good cat trainer knows, it’s imperative to preemptively cut off all escape routes or risk a very short training session.

Pick up cat. Place on dresser. Hiss. Repeat. Really, it’s amazing all the hissing was coming from me.

My initial attempts producing somewhat less than satisfactory results, I moved to Plan B, a complex and highly sophisticated system consisting of two parts:

Part 1: Behavioral scientists and animal trainers call it positive reinforcement, but in my mind it was pretty much a cat-treat-shaped bribe. To my delight, I discovered that if I placed a treat on the bed, Taffy was much happier to jump—and then stay on the bed long enough for me to grab him before he ran for the door. Increased number of jumps + less reset time? Genius, thy name is eleven-year-old Kate.

Part 2: Hoop manipulation. Since Taffy remained reluctant to leap through that round thing I kept waving in his face, I started moving it as he jumped so that he had no choice but to go through it—except on those occasions when my split-second hoop-cat alignment was less than precise. (Sorry, Taffy.) Apparently I had depth perception problems in addition to high levels of stupidity and optimism.

Plan, check. Forward-through-the-hoop unto the breach!

Pick up cat. Place on dresser. Set treat on bed. Hiss. Frantically move hoop into position. Repeat.

Whether any actual training went on, I can’t say, but somehow I doubt it. My eleven-year-old self didn’t know that, though. By the end of what was at least half an hour and probably more, Taffy was regularly jumping from dresser to bed through the hoop, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Sure, he hadn’t quite got the hang of it yet, but it was a promising start, and I couldn’t wait to tell my parents that I’d started training Taffy to do tricks. Obstacle course, here we come!

And then a whole bag of cat treats hit Taffy’s stirred-up stomach all at once, and, well….

Perhaps it was time to train my little sisters to clean up cat barf instead.