It took a few minutes of sitting and writing to at last be joined. This time, it’s a larger one - a dragoon of sorts - that sits before me instead of standing. I don’t like the closeness, but I doubt it’s disturbed. Then, it asks me of my past. I mumble the same old story (nothing worth rewriting) and it continues. Today’s question is relatively new, considering that they had given up on the previous one. I’m asked of my friends.
“Sure, I have them,” I start, trying to select my words with care, “I’m sure we all do.”
Though the galleon’s exterior was storm-wracked and peeling, it made no less mileage. The thick, stained-ivory clouds surrounded Ivy, almost covering her visibility as they nipped at her heels.
“Goodbye, Serenissima,” she grumbled, waving her gloved hand at the sky. Another slip-up meant exile for sure. Ivy recounted her days plundering the shining city once more, and then put it mentally aside.
Wherever it was to be next, it lay in the will of the captain.
With Dearest Incantations, Chapter 1 - "Only the Finest Run"Something new is coming to the Spiral - in one place, it's already present. Over the past few months, I've been preparing a new piece of fan-fiction!