The Magic Box [Tuesday]
Celia, delighted though she was by the pumpkins and bundles of hay that were still here, had things on her mind other than out-of-season decorations. She'd brought a notebook in with her and was carefully making a list of things she'd need to do before she went down to the bottom of the ocean with Eleanor.
It had sounded so brave to volunteer, yesterday. So noble. A night of worry had left her with a slightly more realistic outlook, though, and rather than face the terror of what they'd be doing, Celia had switched into practicalities. She'd need to find or make clothing appropriate for such a trip (find, not make, making it would require brainpower to maintain, and she couldn't spare that), she'd have to run drills to make sure her magic was where she wanted it, she'd have to see what offensive work she could offer....
Of course, that didn't mean she just ignored the shipment of decorative corn that had arrived. That would just be rude. So now there was maize laid out with the tiny pumpkins and hay. Happy harvest. In August.
[open, SP likely!]
It had sounded so brave to volunteer, yesterday. So noble. A night of worry had left her with a slightly more realistic outlook, though, and rather than face the terror of what they'd be doing, Celia had switched into practicalities. She'd need to find or make clothing appropriate for such a trip (find, not make, making it would require brainpower to maintain, and she couldn't spare that), she'd have to run drills to make sure her magic was where she wanted it, she'd have to see what offensive work she could offer....
Of course, that didn't mean she just ignored the shipment of decorative corn that had arrived. That would just be rude. So now there was maize laid out with the tiny pumpkins and hay. Happy harvest. In August.
[open, SP likely!]