The Causeway, Sunday Morning
"The castle's still standing," Ender observed. "That's good."
"Unless it's been taken over by evil space ghosts," Jane proposed merrily.
Ender ignored her and shot Ben a quick smile. They'd had an excellent two days, an only slightly less excellent 5-hour-layover (there were worse places to have to camp out than a world of pillows. Like a yurt. A yurt was most definitely worse) and now they had - he guessed - about one more day of weirdness to endure here.
And nothing was on fire.
That was good.
[[ open! to the boy, but also to anyone else ]]
"Unless it's been taken over by evil space ghosts," Jane proposed merrily.
Ender ignored her and shot Ben a quick smile. They'd had an excellent two days, an only slightly less excellent 5-hour-layover (there were worse places to have to camp out than a world of pillows. Like a yurt. A yurt was most definitely worse) and now they had - he guessed - about one more day of weirdness to endure here.
And nothing was on fire.
That was good.
[[ open! to the boy, but also to anyone else ]]