From 5ce833ccd9b1000f30b64bdc54e93e944a4e058e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 27 May 2024 14:11:14 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/005.md | 4 ++++ 1 file changed, 4 insertions(+) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md index b8657784..0a470f62 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md @@ -9,3 +9,7 @@ What I do have, though, is a story. I have the story I learned from The Woman's ----- One day — I remember it being quite a warm one, though every sim has different weather, and we as a clade are not all that keen on cold — one day, The Woman came to me. + +"Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars," she said as she stood before my door, looking much the same as I do — though it bears repeating that she was *quite* stylish, and I promise you, friends, I am *not;* she wore a simple outfit of shifting colors that caught the eye without dazzling, one that made her look supremely comfortable as herself, and me? I wore a t-shirt and pajama pants! "I was pointed your way by Praiseworthy. Do you have a moment to speak?" + +Readers, I do not think I need to tell you that I was caught off-guard by this! I had never met The Woman before, though I had certainly seen her once or twice.