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It's just one thing after another. First there had been the earthquake, or whatever that had been, and then hours of helping the waitrats clean up the mess and debris from the kitchens. She, Ivanhoe and Holly had gone to check on the state of the cellars, but had found half of the cellars just... not there any more. Where there had been doors, there simply... weren't. It was a far more jarring discovery than the damage she had expected.
Even her dawn run wasn't safe from upsetting discovery. Red dawns weren't uncommon at Milliways, but this... it wasn't just the dawn. It was the entire sky. The beech trees with their dead leaves still clinging to their branches, rattling in the February wind, look almost as though they were on fire, the trees' bark appearing sickly and diseased from the unnatural redness bleeding through from the sky.
Rae had given up on her run around the lake, standing instead in the shadow of a towering oak near the lake shore, watching the sluggish sap moving deep below its red-stained bark, trying in vain to ignore the sense of dread growing in her. Botherable, in the sense that sometimes one needs to be saved from one's thoughts.
Even her dawn run wasn't safe from upsetting discovery. Red dawns weren't uncommon at Milliways, but this... it wasn't just the dawn. It was the entire sky. The beech trees with their dead leaves still clinging to their branches, rattling in the February wind, look almost as though they were on fire, the trees' bark appearing sickly and diseased from the unnatural redness bleeding through from the sky.
Rae had given up on her run around the lake, standing instead in the shadow of a towering oak near the lake shore, watching the sluggish sap moving deep below its red-stained bark, trying in vain to ignore the sense of dread growing in her. Botherable, in the sense that sometimes one needs to be saved from one's thoughts.