After all the stuff with walking around town yesterday, there really wasn’t much else to do for the rest of the day. I went out to get groceries and didn’t return until after two in the afternoon, I sat down to watch Doctor Zhivago not long after that and missed about thirty minutes at the start because I feel asleep, but that was mostly due to starting to cry about thirty seconds into the credit roll at the beginning of the movie. I actually cried throughout most of that film–I usually do–and even when I thought I was done crying, I found a few more tears to shed.
I wonder if Kerry’s seen Doctor Zhivago? I’m sure he has, because that’s the sort of movie he’d watch. That and Aliens. Maybe back-to-back. I’m guessing Annie’s never seen either of those films, and the first time they watch them together will be an interesting one. Maybe Annie will cry when Lara goes away forever. We’ll see.
But now we have a scene that’s not about the kids–not really. The focus is shifting, and we’re out of the Great Hall now . . .
This is going to be an unusual scene, because I’m taking the story to a place it’s never been before. The good thing is I spent a lot of the last couple of days thinking about how to put this scene together, and even coming up with a few little refinements here and there. That’s how I do it in my mind: now if I can only get it out on paper.
Here we go then, all four hundred words to start the new scene. Let’s see if you know where it’s going . . .
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
After leaving the hospital Deanna didn’t return to the Instructor’s Residence, but went instead to her office in Åsgårdsreia Tower. She wanted to think, to consider what they knew happened tonight, and while she could have done this just as easily in her room in the Residence, she felt just as comfortable sitting here with the door locked, the lights low, and a few pillow thrown on to the floor to comfort her while sitting.
There was a huge hole in Annie’s story, and while Coraline was right about not confronting her this evening, Deanna couldn’t let go of the feeling of wrongness the story left. She wasn’t only the school seer, but she was, as she like to say, the Interpreter of Dreams, and her interpretation of this dream situation was defined by Coraline earlier in the evening—though Deanna could never face Annie and express her feelings using those words.
There was something she knew of, however, that could tie into the reasons behind Annie’s panicked walking and running to Kerry. She’d never investigated that reason because doing so would involve a slight amount of danger—
She didn’t feel it was something she could put off any longer.
Deanna’s office was a good place to perform the magic required to allow her to begin gathering her own facts. There wasn’t any possibility of interruption, and she was closer to her eventual destination than if she were crafting this spell in her room in the Residence. She rose from her lotus position and kicked the pillows off to the side before facing the south wall of her office. Deanna didn’t require a flat surface: just the energy, vision, and willpower to properly craft her art.
A moment of concentration brought the image of the effect into her mind’s eye, and she pulled the energy together in a matter of seconds, for this was a spell she’d crafted a few times in the past. Raising her arms to her side, Deanna reached out with her willpower and pushed it into the fabric of the physical realm—
The air before Deanna fractured and was pushed to either side of her body, leaving a glowing, door-like opening two steps away. She spent another twenty seconds crafting another spell, then a few seconds more staring into the opening before her.
Deanna stepped through the Curtain and quickly sealed the astral doorway behind her.
Astral Doorway. That’s where we’re going next. You’re heard about it, and it’s been teased, but now I’m off to see what the Astral Plain looks like.
The place may even look like this. Or an Arby’s. Hard to say. In And Out Burger, perhaps?
It’s time to take a walk–and see what we can see.