[Rain on stone and packed earth, insistent and heavy - the kind that drives straight down from the sky and bounces back up as if it strives to reach the clouds again. It's almost deafening, the sound of it - echoing against rock - and for a while there is nothing to interrupt its erratic rhythm. Then there's the scrape of shoe on stone and a voice ( Read more... )

[Words appear a little quicker than previously - he's getting used to this handwriting nonsense. But it's still devoid of any flourish and slightly oversized.]

Snap-sama,

If you're short-handed, I'm available. I decided to camp out in the woods for a while.

I'd say I was just spreading my wings, but I guess some people wouldn't find that joke to ( Read more... )