Still not dead.

[taennyn]

Though I need to stop thinking about the Bone-Witch for a bit*.

So, we have the reappearance of the meme:

Sparks, please. Responses may be slightly delayed if the Witch or a spark eats my face.

*: I'm determined to finish before the end of October. Originally projected to be about six thousand words, but I'm at five-ish now and need at least

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[taennyn]

the sound of wind against windows (Witches' Horses, side arc)

She never could sleep when there was wind against the windows of the room she stayed in. There'd been a time when air sighing was a pleasant, soothing thing, but she'd been too long Above that she'd start from a nameless dream at the sound, looking for the leak and reaching for sealing patches.

On stormy nights she was often to be found in her sister's kitchen, drinking weak tea and eating jam out of a bowl, listening to the wind.

[darthneko]

[glee!] That's nice. I love the relation of the wind to the air leak, and the way the culture comes through in the language and the little gestures.