(Note: SO sorry for being so floppy lately! I’m hopeful things will be back on track now. Next week’s update should be out on Oct 7th or 8th, depending on how my travels go on the 7th. Then I’ll be housesitting for all of that weekend with nothing to do but write, basically, so I’m hoping to make a significant dent in the rest of the story.)
Zane let his tail lift and fall as he sat watching the activity in the hallway. It wasn’t very often that he found himself in hospitals. They were full of activity, noise, and so many smells. Both smells that tempted him (ie, fresh blood) and those that repulsed him (ie, medicine). Overcurrent hospitals had less artificial chemicals floating about than those in the Mid-grounds, but they did have pungent herbal concoctions. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure which was worse.
Speaking of… He used one of his wolf-form’s paws to rub at his snout. It didn’t lessen the sting of whatever awful thing was in the jar that passing doctor was carrying.
When he looked up, he saw that he was being watched by the guards at the end of the hall. He wasn’t surprised. At least one guard had been watching him since he entered the hospital.
I’m going to take a bit more time before posting the next update. The panic-inducing work situation took a few days of worrying to resolve, but things are mostly back to normal now. I’m still working on the update and hope to have it out by the weekend. Sorry all!
I really really (x1000) hate to do this so soon after the last delay, but some stressful things got sprung on me at work just now and while I’m still on the “in shock” side of panic, I’ve decided that I need to not have anything else to think about right now. Keep an eye out for this week’s update on or (hopefully) before Saturday.
(Note 8/27: I made a small edit to the beginning of the second part of this update. After sleeping on it, I realized that the reason for the trip had never really made it out of my head and it might be a little confusing.)
Liam fidgeted in his seat and resisted the urge to look back in the direction Aubrey had gone. Doing so would have dramatically increased the chances of him making eye contact with one (or worse, both) of Aubrey’s parents. He didn’t want that. He also didn’t want to be fidgeting. What if they could tell he was doing that? What if they thought poorly of him for it?
Don’t let them smell your fear.
I’ll start with the unfortunate news: No update this week. The next update will be posted next week on 8/26.
Having rewritten this week’s update twice, I’m no longer happy with what I had planned for this week. I’m going to stop trying to rework it and take some time to plan out the next batch of updates.
Which probably makes this a good time to talk about my general plan for the serial from here and what’s coming next. That plan being to end it before its next birthday. Before the end of 2015, hopefully.
Quest 5 is meant to be the last long story arc of the serial. There are some loose ends to tie up and a few more things that happen within the next half-year of the story’s timeline that will make up the rest of the serial’s chapters. After that, the time between interesting things in Risa’s life increases by decades, then there’s several centuries of very little happening. I don’t intend to take this story through those large time jumps.
At this point, I’m going to go ahead and admit that I’m absolutely positive there are loose threads in the story that I’ve forgotten about because I’ve encountered things I let drop off almost every time I’ve reread parts of the beginning of the story. I have my own list of things to address before the story’s end that I’ve been working off of (and adding to) recently, but if there’s something you’re eager to see a resolution to, please feel free to comment! I may have it on my list, but I also may not. Either way, it won’t hurt to have a reminder.
That’s all for now. My apologies, thank you for your patience, and see you next week!
“I swear this drake gets cuter every time I see her,” Ami said, reaching out to rub a finger against said drake’s cheek.
Nyx let out a low grumble and stood, turning around before settling down again on the couch behind Zane’s head. With her head facing away from the humans this time.
“Zane’s her favorite,” Risa commented with a laugh. She petted the feather-tipped tail that was hanging between her and Zane.
It was Liam that opened the door. Rick hadn’t told him that he was coming over or why. He’d considered it, but had ultimately decided that that might make the situation more stressful. This way, at least, he hadn’t felt pressured to talk to the demon. He still could back out, make an excuse for why he was there, and try again another day. Liam was smiling as he invited him in. It made Rick feel a bit bad that he actually wasn’t there to spend time with his friend. Maybe after he spoke with the demon.
Rick swallowed to keep the sick feeling from making him change his mind when he saw the demon. He was sitting on a couch in the living room, one hand holding an open book, the other stroking the back of the small drake that was curled up in his lap. The drake had her head lifted to look at Rick. The demon didn’t turn, but Rick knew he was also watching him.