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Chowder Day

Trina found herself on the edge of the stage, listening to the preamble for herself. She checked the blouse she was wearing, and gritted her teeth. It had buttons. She liked buttons, just not these kinds. She also didn’t think she looked good in this shade of blue, on account of it being the same color as her skin.

My forest imp characters, Trina and Static! Trina's an alchemist, and Static is a forest keeper. My alien forest imps use a special enchantment chowder to celebrate their affinity with the forest and take on extra biological traits. Static chose deer, Trina.... well, there was an accident. Involving flowers.

In the middle of the woods, on a thawing planet, somewhere else so entirely Else that it’s more conceivable to just say, someone made it up, was a summer storm. It seemed more aggressive than most years, the surging wind and rain making even under the croft of the heavy, summer pines treacherous and painstaking.

Most years, the creatures were thankful for the storm— the sound of wind and rain, and the darkening of the atmosphere for a couple of days or more, in the height of the sun’s circular phase? It was a welcomed midpoint where every critter could get a wink or two, before the summer constant descended on them for a few more weeks.

There was something odd about this year’s storm.

The inspiration for my character Trina's hair.

Chapter 6 coming up next week

Working on something of a mood-board for the next chapter I'm editing. It's called Tides & will be on AO3 sometime this week.

The End Of Time