Sarah walked around through Aureum. The town appeared a lot bigger and more complex without Samuel to talk with, an especially without anyone to act as a guide. She knew she could only reliably find the others by their jewels if she became Clover, but if she did that, there was no knowing how the people of Aureum would react to see her in that way.
In the green room, Chelia listened in as best she could to the distant conversation. The sound of a door closing snapped her out of her watch. She looked to the side, but found no one else in the room. “Is anyone there?” she asked.
1031 words in the morning. Sore left arm from lack of elbow space, and another problem in the vanpool, and I barely got any typing done. Too cold on the ride home. Kept falling aleep, with only 931 words written. Total: 1962 words.
“Show me Arle’s dream,” Clover said as she looked in the tall, wide mirror on the wall, holding her hands over her brooch. She looked at the far side of the mirror, where an oval piece had been cut out long ago. “I’m sure of it. Samuel’s mirror came from you. That mirror shows dreams and nightmares. I don’t remember it very well, but I know about the reflection.”
Ceciliate and Sarah reached the door to the off-limit rooms. During the past ten minutes, they hadn’t encountered anyone else.
I may be retconning a little, as I don’t recall what I may have said about the violet planet. The retconning here takes it to a place with perhaps more harsh cold environments than just the one where the violet jewel was recovered from. It’s retconned so there are few people on that planet, compared to a past population. It remains a world where somehow the cave on the planet holds the same plant-life and sunshine as the violet continent, a connection which may be made stronger in a later draft.
“How is she?” Ceciliate asked when she reached the hall to the physician’s quarters, and seeing Piñole leaning against the wall beside the door.
Somehow, I only reached a word count of 1,213 in the morning. My goal is 1,250 per commute, but I expected more than this.
“It’s good to see you again,” Ceciliate told her returning visitors. “You probably figured as much, but Lady Piñole Alsike has left for the orange land. She has taken Lady Arle Alsike with her, as well as my brother, Burr, and our slave, Alfalfa.” She offered tea and cookies to Sarah and Samuel, something to give them a little strength before leaving for the orange continent.
I the morninng, I wanted to do more with this chapter, but time did not allow it. I considerd continuing the PM after this one, but because I want to start the PM with Samuel waking up at home, a chapter break works.
