For a while I didn’t think I was going to make it through the day: I’d lost all my internet and cable at the apartment, and it was a dull time with nothing but my writing and napping to keep me occupied. Fortunately I took a long nap in the afternoon–almost ninety minutes–and not long after waking the television started working, and about two minutes after that the internet came back. Huzza!
Then I managed to get back into my writing–because without music, Cassie is a dull girl when she writes–and I finished the scene while drinking a Game of Thrones Take the Black Stout:
And then, between moments of trying to work out what to say next, I decided to figure out how to take pictures without using a flash and manged a few off my balcony:
And between all this BS I managed to finish out the scene with another five hundred words, making my total for yesterday around seven hundred and twenty-five words. Now all that remains is one scene, and I should knock that off today, which means by tomorrow Chapter Twenty-One will be a done deal. And the next chapter should see me finally pushing the novel over two hundred thousand words, and means I’ll finish up this novel in another twenty-five thousand words. Right? Right . . .
Now, what happens with my kids while they’re sitting way up over the city of Salem talking. If you sit tight, I’m gonna let them tell ya . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry chuckled while shaking his head. “You get used to it, but you don’t like it. You seem to be doing okay, though.”
“I’m a mountain girl; ten below isn’t that unusual for me.”
“What about the thirty below?” He leaned towards her as much as he could without off-balancing the broom. “I noticed you slowly down a little here and there.”
Annie said nothing for a few seconds. “You were right about the cold building up around you: it gets a bit oppressive after a while.” She slowly spun to her right, looking out towards the ocean. “The view is magnificent up here.”
Kerry couldn’t disagree with his soul mate’s statement. The clear sky allowed them to see dozens of kilometers in every direction, and not only was the whole of Salem laid out below them, but Beverly and most of the small towns were visible to the north, Marblehead and the north Boston neighborhoods were clear off to the south, and Manchester, Gloucester, and most of Cape Ann were clear in the east. Kerry even saw planes taking off from Logan, launching north-northwest into the wind before turning on to their proper headings. “It is beautiful today.” He rubbed his nose with his right mitten. “We couldn’t have asked for a better day to fly.”
I’ve already shown one image of what their scene looks like to the north, and I also have similar images for the east–
And another off to the south:
If there is any question about how far they can see, I did consult the Distance to the Horizon Calculator, which allows one to plug in an altitude and tells a person just how far they can see on a clear, clear day. The kids are sitting eight hundred meters over the train station, and according to the calculator they can see one hundred and one kilometers. The school is twenty-five kilometers away, so their sharp little eyes would see it pretty well.
Now that the travelogue is out of the way, let’s get to what’s on someone’s mind–
“I hope they’re all like this . . .” Annie finished her slow spin and faced Kerry. “May I ask something?”
“Sure. You can always ask me anything.”
“What happened during our Morte demonstration last week?”
Since the moment when Helena asked him pretty much the same thing in the aftermath of his demonstration last Thursday, Kerry expected Annie to ask the same. He knew she wouldn’t ask right away—that wasn’t her style—but he knew the question was coming because Annie had to ask. I know she tells Helena stuff about me, because it concerns my training; it’s the same thing I do with Jessica when I have to tell her how Annie’s doing our transformations lessons. “You mean when I froze for a few seconds?”
This is the first time we get any conformation that Kerry is having discussions with Jessica about Annie and her transformation instruction. So Annie confers with Helena, and Kerry confers with Jessica, and both the little witches have to be completely honest about the abilities of the other to instructors who are considered the toughest and most intimidating at the school. Though it’s never been shown, one would have to know by now that Annie told Kerry not to hold anything back, and to be honest about her instruction, because Jessica was going to know if Kerry were fibbing about Annie’s lessons.
No, not a lot of pressure at all.
Now that Kerry has been asked, and has known the question is coming, he readies his answer . . .
She nodded. “Yes.”
He slid his broom forward so he was not only as close as he could get to Annie without having her rest against him, but he managed to block the wind that was blowing into her face. “I froze for a second because the girl zombie reminded me of someone.”
Annie immediately knew of the person to whom Kerry was referring. “The girl from your dreams, right?”
“Yeah. The moment I saw the ginger hair I just—” He drew in a breath as he looked off to his left. “It was like there was something in the back of my head that was telling me something—” He shrugged and turned back to Annie. “I have no idea what it was.” He sighed. “It was a one-time thing: it won’t happen again, because I know not to let it happen.”
Though she didn’t show anything, Annie found his comments interesting. This girl was in his rune dream trying to tell him about me; what is she trying to tell him now? “Have you had anymore dreams about her?”
Yeah, what is that girl trying to tell Kerry? But does Annie look bovvered? Well . . . maybe? And since she wants to know if that ginger-haired dream creature has appeared again . . .
“No, not a one.” He elaborated when he saw Annie was about to ask another question. “I promised I would tell you if I saw her again, and I’m keeping that promise. If I saw her, I’d tell you the next morning.”
This was all the explanation Annie need. “I believe you.” She floated a little closer and touched his hand. “There’s no need to discuss this any further.”
There was something Kerry needed to know, however. “What are you going to tell Helena?”
Annie wasn’t going to lie to the most important person in her life. “I’m going to tell her—when she asks, mind you—that what happened resulted due to a specific trigger; that you recognized that trigger; and that you won’t let it happen again.” She bowed her head slightly as she kept her eyes locked on Kerry’s. “It’s nothing any of us should consider a problem.”
He nodded slowly. “Does that mean I’m still Guardian material?”
“Oh, my love—” She floated the rest of the way and hugged her soul mate high above the City of Witches. “You’re always been Guardian material. The only one you’ve needed to convince of that fact is you.”
Annie’s happy with Kerry’s explanation, and she’s not worried that this is a one of those freakouts that’s going cause a problem if they’re out in the field–say, tomorrow–and the shit once again hits the magical fan. He’ll do his duty, and that’s that. No more to discuss, and they can finish out the rest of Annie’s first solo flight in peace.
There you have it, the full finished scene–
–In this chapter, I should say. Chapter Twenty-Two awaits, and after that comes Part Seven, Elements of Joy and Terror, and that, my friends, is where things really start to get serious . . .