Let’s get to the personal stuff right away, shall we? First off, the friends I spent time with last Sunday drove up and met me for a few hours in The Burg–and they brought me something . . .
I’d pretty much came from work so I didn’t change, and this is one of my nicer tops. As you can see, I was given a nice little pink box. And what was inside the box? A hand-made necklace and a note asking if I’d be my friend’s maid of honor. Of course I said yes . . .
So I’m wearing that into work today. Nice, nice, nice! Tomorrow nails, and Sunday I’m going to a makeup party. A girl never has enough time in her life . . .
Oh, I also wrote. I wrote . . . well, more than the night before. In fact the scene is just short of thirty-one hundred words, which makes it a big scene, and it’s something I should finish tonight. “Should” being the operative word. I’ve seen that plan fall through more than once, but I’m confident I should finish tonight. Should.
As a few people guessed, when Deanna and the Kids (that’s gonna be my next band name, by the way) speak of “tea”, they mean “visions”. Hence today’s title. Deanna does talk the kids into trying her little trance-inducing experiment from the year before again, and they’re both game. Sorry, Ren, but Annie just can’t hear you: lalalala, I’ve got fingers in my ears! She wants to see what happens, too, and so there aren’t any questions–we’ll save those for the end–here’s the majority of the scene as written:
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Don’t worry.” Deanna let her hand hover over the water kettle, crafting a spell to heat the water. “When the door close the note outside switched to indicate I am in conference—” She filled two infusers with loose-leaf tea and dropped them into cups. “—so there isn’t any need to worry we’ll be interrupted.” She crafted a spell over the cups, mumbling something softly as she set the enchantment in place. “There.”
Kerry watched with interest as Deanna created the trance spells before bringing the cups to Annie and him. While it seemed so many of the witches at Salem crafted their art the same way, there were enough variations among the staff that it reminded him there was more than one way to—as Wednesday had said more than a few times last year—Make Your Art Real.
He smiled as Deanna handed him his cup. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She passed the other to Annie. “Let me get the water.” She returned with the kettle and two spoons, which she handed over right away. “Just like last time, let me pour the water, and once that’s done, look into your cup as you start stirring. Don’t worry about the infuser getting in the way—”
Annie looked up. “Why not?”
“Because it won’t.”
Kerry coughed. “Do we really need that?”
“Yes. Because if everything goes right, you may need something to drink when this is over.” Deanna chuckled softly. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Annie barely heard Kerry’s response as she kept her eyes locked upon the center of her cup. She waited for Deanna to stop pouring, then started stirring, noticing out of the corner of her eye Kerry doing the same. She didn’t hurry, for there was nothing to do but allow trance to come over her—if it really were going to happen this time . . .
Your eyes are locked up the darkening sky, clear and growing darker. The sun had set off to her left some fifteen minutes earlier, but there’s still considerable light here, two thousand meters up.
You don’t know the stars the way Kerry does, but there are a few you recognize on sight. Polaris is nearly straight ahead, and the Summer Triangle is easy to make out now that it’d getting dark in the east. The moon is setting with the sun, and once the sky is dark there won’t be anything but the stars—
Which are being drowned out by the city ahead. Your destination—both your destination. You glance to your right and there’s Kerry upon his Espinoza, five meters away and keeping pace, the collar of his flying jacket turned up against the chill of the high air. You wait until he’s finished with whatever he was checking on his tablet before getting his attention. “How much longer, honey?”
“We should be down in fifteen minutes—” He sits up and points ahead. “Yonder lay our city, Sweetie.”
“Yes, I can see.” You slide-slipped the broom a few meters to the right, getting closer for no other reason that to get closer. “I’m so glad we decided to fly tonight—” You look around at the deep twilight sky. “Though not really dark enough to make it night.”
“It’s dark enough.” Kerry keeps his attention on you, letting his broom more or less fly on its own for a few moments. “Twenty down—”
“Thirty to go: I know.” You adjust your heading a little to the left, and Kerry matches you. Structures you know so well are coming into view as you both approach at high-speed. “Ready to descend?”
“It’s about that time.” Kerry adjusted his goggles and nodded at something ahead. “You wanna go over there first before checking in?”
You can’t keep the smile off your face. “Most certainly.” You begin descending, reaching out as if to push away a stray cloud—
Touching the room door as Kerry holds it for you. “Hello, again.”
He enters and gently latches it shut. “I made certain we got this room.”
You turn and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I know you did.” The kiss you place upon his lips is more soft and sweet than most. “Because you know I love this room.”
“It’s a good one for me, too.” He helps remove your backpack before he slips off his own. “It’s been a long day.”
“And tomorrow is almost here.” You hold your arms to the side and stretch before shrugging off the stylish black leather flying jacket and hanging it on the back of the door. “Give me your jacket?”
He hands you his jacket before removing your roll-on bag from your backpack’s Hammerspace. “You want to shower before bed?”
“It’s not like we need it. We should be good until tomorrow.” You sit on the edge of the bed as Kerry retrieves his own roll-on bag. “I thought maybe we’d get up breakfast, then come back here and nap before cleaning up and going out.”
He listens and nods. “That’s a good plan. You have anywhere in particular you want to go?”
You shrugged before smiling. “I want to do some shopping—”
“Really?” Kerry looks over his shoulder, mock surprise upon his face. “I had no idea.”
“Silly.” You stick out your tongue before wrapping your hands around your knees. “I want to pick up a couple of nice outfits.”
“This is the place to do that.”
You pause before asking the next question. “Any chance we’ll see her here?”
He slowly turns and leans against the chest of drawers, facing you. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He smiles as he crosses his arms. “I told you she wouldn’t.”
“I don’t know—” You twist your head and cock it to one side. “It’s a chance for her to pick up a few nice things—”
“Now who’s being silly?” He comes over and kisses you as soft as you kissed him. “After the day we’ve had, sleep is of the order.” Kerry starts to zip open your luggage. “Which pajamas you want?”
You stand and take a single step towards him. “My love.”
He turns. “Yes.”
You reach for the heme of your tee shirt. “I believe I’d rather wear—” Your words are muffled as you begin pulling your shirt over your head—
“This.” Annie’s shirt was two-thirds of the way up her torso before she realized she was sitting in a classroom in Memory’s End—and that Kerry was facing her, helping her with her top. “Kerry.”
Hey now! You kids, get a room–oh, wait . . .
There you have it: Annie’s vision. Last book we saw Kerry’s vision, only because if we’d seen Annie’s–no, we don’t want to go there. As it was we did see her vision.
Something else happened last night, however. In the process of getting Annie’s vision completed, the novel crossed the forty thousand word mark. I know because I checked, and I even found the exact moment . . .
I went back and figured out the Novel Line moment, and put it in my notes to the right. So I’ve hit novel time again, just three days past a month into writing. Like I said, I’m almost on NaNo Pace with this story, and that isn’t bad.
At least I’ve got the kids at the school. What’s the worst that can happen to them now?