Today is that magical day when I hop in the car and head back to The Burg. A day filled with sitting behind the wheel for eleven hours, with a stop here and there to recharge. Not sure what time I’ll pull back into the apartment, but I’ll kinda sleep in my own bed tonight–probably also need to take something to help me sleep, because I expect traffic to be a little messy going back.
Because of a lot of things going on at what seemed like one time I only had about five hundred words written last night. Only. After doing over seven hundred in the morning, that’s close to another NaNo goal. But NaNo is over as of today, and there’s no need to rush to get this done today. In fact, it’s likely to be a light writing day, if there’s any at all.
In the meantime, what did happen yesterday?
Well, let me show you. Because I didn’t write that much, and it’s leading into something that is going to affect my kids, so why not just show you?
All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
Coraline knew she wouldn’t have long to wait for her visitors to arrive. The email she’d send last night said eight-fifteen, and they were running close to that time—and the person who’s volunteered to go pick them up in the Dining Hall was notorious for her punctuality.
She heard the lift arrive, and readied herself for what was coming next. The lift area was really the only permanent private area of the third floor: the rest was a single open area that could be configured however was necessary. Most of the time Coraline used this area for private examinations that she didn’t want others to know about, though they’d used this for emergency sleeping space and twice for a repair space for APs.
Deanna followed Annie and Kerry towards the circle of chairs about eight meters from the lift. Even from this distance it wasn’t hard to see that Kerry was a little anxious about Annie being present—particularly after Coraline had assured him last week that they’d met alone. But it was that meeting last week—and the discussions she had with Deanna in the wake of her conversations with both kids—that convinced her it best they all sit down together and have this chat.
“Hi there.” Coraline motioned towards the chairs. “Take a seat.” She watched carefully to see—yes. Kerry sat to Annie’s right. Never fails. “Okay, so . . . Kerry knows why we’re here, and Annie, the email you received last night explained the matter at hand.”
“I know why Annie’s here.” Kerry still looked a little nervous, but he’d settled down since entering the room.
Annie nodded. “We discussed it this morning before breakfast.”
“So you know this relates back to your visions.” Deanna took the chair across from Annie.
Kerry tried not to look bothered that everyone was going to discuss this matter together. “Yes, we get that.”
“It’s actually more than that—” Coraline sat and leaned forward. “Those visions—and Annie’s rune dream—have put you both in a delicate position of . . . I guess you could say it’s accelerated your sexual knowledge, particularly of each other, a bit more than what normally happens around here. Most of the time kids learn about sex the old fashion way, through stumbling and experimentation, though sometimes they come to me and ask questions before they’re too far along the path—and it’s always my intention to help them before any real damage is done.
“You don’t have that disadvantage any more: you’ve seen just about everything one could do on their wedding night, and I’ll take your word on it—” She pointed at Kerry. “—that you didn’t get to the main event in these visions.”
Annie and Kerry slowly stared at each other, then turned back to Coraline and Deanna, with Annie answering. “No. We didn’t see that.”
“Which is good.” Coraline turned to Deanna, then back to the kids. “We’re going to try and answer questions, and help you out when you find yourself in a situation that might find your willpower starting to falter.”
That Coraline: she gets right down to business. And it is an interesting position for her to find herself in, because these kids are in a unique position of having not only seen these . . . things, but also having felt the . . . stuff. And once unseen and felt, you’re not simply gonna say, “Okay, forget all that and just go on with your lives.” Naw, a little difficult to do anymore.
At least I’ll have plenty of time today to think this scene over.
It’s a bit awkward for me as well.