From 99a9da71ba8caea7553ff3550dfc5620f40021d4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 17:27:04 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md | 12 ++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 12 insertions(+) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md index 0a0e070e..0d5330f4 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/035.md @@ -54,6 +54,18 @@ Eventually, however, coffee long gone, they forked. End Waking and True Name's d The four forks linked hands and paws and with nothing other than a shared shaky breath, stepped from the sim. +End Waking immediately flinched. They found themselves in a boardroom. A large plain of a table, notepads and pens, a table against the wall with a pitcher of water and a stack of too-small glasses. + +And yet it still felt too small --- even to Ioan, who spent more of eir life inside than unbound in a forest, the ceiling was just a few inches too low, the chairs just a few inches too close to the walls. End Waking, who hadn't been indoors, never mind in a room too small, in nigh on a century, looked on the verge of panic. His eyes were wide, tail hiked and bristled, paws clenched in a way that reminded em even of May. + +"I do not know if I can--" + +May squeezed his paw tightly. "You do not need to keep these memories, skunk, but you cannot leave." She added in a near whisper, "Please do not leave me." + +His nod was jerky, distracted, but was still a nod. + +And yet, the room was empty. *Perfect time to pull the late-to-the-meeting power move.* + ((...)) In the most stunning display of forking ey'd ever seen, True Name began to change.