Boneyard updates. The mounted head is unaccounted for, and sore feelings keep it hidden. The last hallmark of the Bone Temple is confirmed destroyed. Ravenwoman acts the ass and gets an earful for it. My duties, as assigned, aren’t assigned.
489 words.
The Kemetic Statue has fully healed. Weaver takes the funerary statue to the proper place. Confronted as she exits, humor ensures her release.
1,463 words.
Weaver visits the Old Man of the Mountain, and muses on the parallels of computers and earth spirits.
1,021 words.
The Bone Temple Burn Watch has been on for a few weeks now. Last night, smoke. Today, fire.
884 words of incomplete resolution.
“Every human?” “Without exception?” Eavesdrop on 592 words of a rum soaked conversation.
A 27 word key. Keri knows which door it opens.
While Weaver worries over how to approach the forbidden, the forbidden drops in for a chat. Answers are discussed circumspectly, a game of tennis is enjoyed, and Weaver is left feeling more settled than before. Time to write new nom de plumes.
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It’s been a busy night. First Weaver keeps forgetting if she’s running a message or playing a game. Then Weaver is sent as a messenger of the gods to the last people left on a dying world with an offer they shouldn’t refuse. After leaving that hot mess, Weaver is accosted about her shit. She skips out of that and winds up cold, wet, and facing trust issues again. But at least she got an answer to a question! Right?
7,173 words.
Weaver answers the Gardenmaster’s summons, and finds her friend wounded. In the process of trying to help, she is pulled into the depths. Her friend is restored. Another Gardenmaster talks shit. Kids give the best hugs. And no questions are clearly answered.
3,251 words.
He spent over an hour berating me for my carelessness. So I carefully corrected the situation. Wonder who took the tooth.
457 words.