Clorivia is the NaCl of my Earth~

I thought I was close to being done with Chapter 21, but I read the draft and realized I just wrote a bunch of summaries for the final part and didn't actually deliver a story. LOL (PL99 is on vacation so I am not letting her beta read this chapter)

I'm now actually writing out the dialogue and prose for the draft now, thankfully I'm on the last scene, unthankfully, it is the longest scene by far in the chapter. Oops

I thought I sent this but I might have airheaded it but Louisse drew fanart for the fic! It's based on Clorinde's initial dream, mixed with them in the modern day going home together! ARGHHHH

I love how they are even wearing a lot of the clothing items from the dream like the scarves (she made them wear each other's colour!). The mixture of photo and drawing is also so unique and cool. The season on the trees is also a match for the dream. Clorinde's hair being down etc. The art is inundated with so many cute details from the fic. I printed it out and I giggle anytime I see it. So happy. THANK YOU LOUISSE! https://x.com/LouisseAn_catto/status/1948566928664285392

After a break I took to travel and work on some new work projects, I'm finally getting back to fleshing out chapter 19! Thanks for your patience everyone!

Chapter 16 is actually ready but I'm writing the next three chapters at once so I'm holding off on publishing it until I can make sure it doesn't conflict with anything else sorry! Also this damn trade war has me so stressed out and busy at work since I work in finance. Haha

Thanks for being patient!!!

Here's a sneak peak from the Chapter 16 draft! "

His vision blurs for a moment as, instead of the resolute and confident girl he knew, in front of him, Navia is silent, her back hunched and head bowed, defeated. How he misses the bright eyed daughter of Callas and Clementine, the future matriarch of the Caspar family who made it a habit to challenge him on everything from golf to legal codices. 

Five years ago, she sustained a wound so deep that it even managed to snuff out that light which shone bright as the sun from her eyes. How can someone stay positive, hopeful, when in the blink of an eye, both parents are practically gone in the most unfair act of god before which humans are powerless. Not even the greatest willpower would overcome that misery, much less a lioness cub losing her parents right as she’s about to go on her first hunt. 

When the topic of power of attorney had come up years ago, Melus had declined, citing potential conflict of interest.

Hate can’t describe his feelings toward the sin of his morals that now sees three of the people he loves the most in the world either lying comatose or destitute of hope. 

The door behind them slides open with a quiet hiss before closing and he casts a glance over his shoulder along with a nod as his assistant pads into the room. He walks quietly, rolling his feet from heel to toe like he’s sneaking through a house at night and carries another seat up to sit on the other side of their charge.