The massive ship loomed above their own, towering into the sky like a dark storm cloud. It had been an surprisingly uneventful trip, with clear skies and soaring hearts. That was, until both River and Aniko got bored and Colonel started to worry about their supplies. “It just makes me worried!” he moaned on their eighth day of travel, a little over halfway there. “What if we run out and starve?!” “We’ll be fiiiiine!” Aniko had shrugged while she and…
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The team was huddled around a diagram River had sketched in the thick dust that coated the floor of the kitchen in Lux’s castle. They had been there together in the kitchen for about twenty minutes, and were so far lucky to remain hidden. Apparently no one thought to check the kitchen, or maybe they simply hadn’t gotten to it yet. Either way, the group was hurriedly making a plan. A plan, which, to Aniko, was a bad idea to…
The cold wind blew through the empty streets, whipping Aziminil’s hair in front of her face. The group had set out to rescue Colonel Popcorn after breaking the door down in the safe house with Autumn and Cordelia. They hadn’t been too happy with them, and Aziminil felt kinda bad about it. Still, she couldn’t imagine Colonel all alone in some prison cell, so she forced herself to continue with only seven apologies. She was still pondering if the duo…
River watched the sun disappear over the hills. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, she was beginning to worry. Aniko and Marigold had yet to come out of the portal, and Colonel Popcorn was still in the town. Maybe he was staying there for the night? River sighed and went back to reading her murder novel. She was almost through with it, which thoroughly disappointed her. She was enjoying it very much. It was one of those books…
River felt oddly at peace, floating down through the blue mist of the portal. It felt cool and accepting. She had the urge to close her eyes. She felt the mist wrap around her wounds, aching muscles, and scratchy throat. Suddenly, all the pain she had felt just a few seconds earlier left her body, the mist seeming to guide it out of her. River smiled as she floated in the cool steam, hoping that it would never end. Her…
“The storm’s picking up, so if we don’t find her soon, we’re going to have to stop for the night.” Colonel, though he knew it was true, tried to ignore River’s words. He pushed on through the snow without saying anything. “Honestly, unless Aziminil hasn’t already found shelter, she’s either dead or almost dead,” Aniko said. River kicked her in the shins. “Ow! What was-” River kicked her again. Aniko snarled and swung at River, who ducked. “Oooh!” Marigold gave…
Colonel Popcorn was still having a nervous breakdown on the snowy ground. Even though it was cold here, he much preferred life with his head between his knees. He could just close his eyes, block out all the noise, and pretend he was somewhere else. “Seriously, Colonel, you can’t just stay here forever!” Aniko gave an exasperated sigh. “We’ve got to get moving, or we’ll all die of frostbite!“ River gave Aniko a ‘do you really think that is helping…
It had taken too long for the storm to stop raging outside the inn, but eventually it ceased. River stuck her head through the door. “Yeah, the storm’s totally done. There’s not even any more snow falling.” “Yeah, but that still leaves like five freakin’ feet of snow on the ground,” Aniko grumbled from her fourth cup of cocoa. “We’ll just have to go for it, I guess,” shrugged River. “D-do we have too? I mean, this has been so…
Marigold, though 27 physically, is mentally a toddler. Her sturdy leather bag is filled with crayons and paper instead of the supplies she would really need to survive. (Luckily, the group provides her with the supplies Marigold neglects to pack.) Though useless as they may seem, Marigold is deeply and emotionally attached to her crayons. She uses them to talk to people about their “deep feelings,” as she very seriously thinks that she’s a psychologist and that everyone values her…