Without a change of seasons, Ayla had found that the days became a rhythmic progression of work and play. Her survival was not dependant upon her hunting and gathering, not now that she knew about the kitchen. She still worked her furs and made her bowls and baskets. She had found the metal knife and fork and spoon to be incredibly useful. Some ( Read more... )

It had taken Daniel awhile to decide what to do now that he had an unexpected library set up and no place to put it. Eventually, he’d grabbed some supplies from the building crew, assuring them that he’d be fine to work on his own, and set about adding another room to his hut. It wasn’t that hard, really. Just knock down part of the wall and put ( Read more... )

Since Daniel had taken her through and told her the names of so many things, Ayla had made a point of coming into this Compound, investigating in her own way. The parts that interested her the most were the bathroom and the kitchen. In the Clan, each hearth served all the needs of the family unit that lived within the boundaries. A fire was heat ( Read more... )

On June 16th, Ayla finds the courage to go into the Compound. Daniel finds her and gives her a tour. He tries to explain things, but she only grows more confused. [pg, ongoing]

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One of the last things that Adam remembered before waking up on the island, other than Fiona and the snakes, was Ros screaming his name. She'd wanted him to come back, but he wound up somewhere else entirely instead. Sometimes, if he fell into a deep sleep in his clothes, which he did, from time to time, he'd have dark dreams, and, all the time, ( Read more... )

She sat on a large rock, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the waterfall as it roared down. It spilled distorted shimmers of light that lit her up as she closed her eyes and tried to decide which empty cave was calling her. There were so many of them. At the base of her sitting rock was a neat pile. She had several neatly woven mats for ( Read more... )

The diversity of life in the tropical climate was not limited to the people. Mammals, insects, reptiles, birds and fish were all of interest to one with a curiosity to study. Ayla had learned that word early on. Study. She had studied the creatures habits to know what to hunt and what to avoid. One creature had eluded her because it kept to the ( Read more... )

There was a long list of things that Tim needed to attend to and couldn't because they required speaking with someone. And they were all made entirely impossible by his current condition. Yesterday, he'd spent a great deal of time testing the limits of the compulsion and felt fairly confident that he could avoid giving away too much in most ( Read more... )

It wasn't exactly hard, having free reign of an entire island as a three year old, to find something to do. Especially for a youngster whose family roots could boast such intelligence and creativity as Sunny Baudelaire's. But, she was still three. And some days, no matter how many castles there were to be built, or hide-and-seek games to be played ( Read more... )