wolftrap and fireflies, what does it mean?
WHO: Yoite & Sophie
WHERE: a park
WHEN: late in the day
WARNINGS: Yoite's insane metabolism?
SUMMARY: A fateful encounter! ... Or a coincidental encounter. It depends how you look at it.
FORMAT: paragraph
The sun was low in the sky by the time Sophie made it to the park, but she wasn't concerned. She always made sure to carry a few books on her so she could escape into them if necessary. A good, well-known classic was preferable many people would have it in their libraries, providing plenty of venues for elusion.
Being back in the City had initially depressed her, she had to admit. Maybe she would just never see Alberto again. He had said she could go home whenever she wanted. But when Sophie was here, that was no longer true. She could feel it, the limitation of fiction. She, like all the others, were stuck here.
Surely there was a reason for it...? Well, beyond the obvious, which was that she was in the hands of an author who wasn't the Major. But to be here, to get to know all these strange and wondrous people there had to be a purpose. Sophie pondered that as she walked, wrapping her scarf more securely around her neck. Ahead, the path swelled to circle a stone fountain where a statue of horses bursting forth from carved waves stood in the middle. She noticed a cluster of birds hurrying towards one of the benches by the side of the path. Someone was there, feeding them, she supposed.
WHERE: a park
WHEN: late in the day
WARNINGS: Yoite's insane metabolism?
SUMMARY: A fateful encounter! ... Or a coincidental encounter. It depends how you look at it.
FORMAT: paragraph
The sun was low in the sky by the time Sophie made it to the park, but she wasn't concerned. She always made sure to carry a few books on her so she could escape into them if necessary. A good, well-known classic was preferable many people would have it in their libraries, providing plenty of venues for elusion.
Being back in the City had initially depressed her, she had to admit. Maybe she would just never see Alberto again. He had said she could go home whenever she wanted. But when Sophie was here, that was no longer true. She could feel it, the limitation of fiction. She, like all the others, were stuck here.
Surely there was a reason for it...? Well, beyond the obvious, which was that she was in the hands of an author who wasn't the Major. But to be here, to get to know all these strange and wondrous people there had to be a purpose. Sophie pondered that as she walked, wrapping her scarf more securely around her neck. Ahead, the path swelled to circle a stone fountain where a statue of horses bursting forth from carved waves stood in the middle. She noticed a cluster of birds hurrying towards one of the benches by the side of the path. Someone was there, feeding them, she supposed.